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Snowhere | Adam Warlock

Pairing: Adam Warlock x reader
Warnings: none
Requested by: no one
Pronouns: They/Them
Authors note: more seasonal than festive

Stepping outside, white flakes of... something fell all around Adam. They stuck to his clothes –his hair– but disappeared upon contact with his exposed skin. Whatever wasn't swirling around his feet settled on the ground like a blanket. Every unprotected object, building and walkway was dusted in it. Turning around, he noticed the dark patches where it vanished beneath his shoes. Just as he went to scoop some up, a voice ran out from beside him.

“Adam, what are you doing? You'll catch your death dressed like that.” Y/N ran towards him wearing a thick coat and fluffy hat.

“I will? Is this poison? You're wearing gloves, has it already absorbed into my skin?” Adam inspected his splayed fingers, flipping his hands over worriedly. Suddenly his eyes widened and he started frantically shaking out any flakes left in his hair.

Y/N grabbed his wrists and pulled them down. “No Adam, not literally. What I mean is it's very cold and you haven't got enough clothes on for this weather.”

“I don't get cold easily.”

“I know, but you should still wrap up." They hands grasped his own, thumbs rubbing across his knuckles. "If not for you then for my peace of mind.”

He nodded and let them drag him to the little flat they lived in, right across the hall from his. They were the reason he was allowed to live there. After his initial attack on knowhere, many residents took a little while to warm up to him.

Finally –bundled in scarves, coats and gloves– he was let back out. The air didn't feel so sharp with a soft scarf almost covering his jaw. "What is this?" The white powder was thicker than before, maybe an inch or two deep.

"It's called snow. It's ice formed in the clouds falling in chunks."

Adam had never heard of snow before, let alone seen it. The entire experience (like most thing in his new life) was new and slightly overwhelming. He had no idea what to do, so he just picked up a clump to get a closer look. Squeezing it, he heard it crunch. But when he tried to drop it, it just stuck to his glove. Just as he started shaking it off, something collided with the back of his head. Snow became trapped under his scarf and melted. A shiver ran down his spine. Spinning around he found Y/N packing the snow into a ball.

"Fancy your first snowball fight?"

Before he could inquire what they meant, they launched the ball towards him. He gasped, only narrowly avoiding it. Cottoning on to what they were doing, he retaliated. But he hadn't quite mastered making solid snow balls yet.

It wasn't long before the other noticed what they were doing. In no time at all the street was overtaken by snowball fights and snow angel contests. Snowmen blocked the walkways but nobody cared: it was all in good fun.