Love In A Time Of Hydra

James Barnes never feels the cold, not since he fell into that ravine in Switzerland all those years ago. That was until tonight, James lies awake in his bed shivering, even the coldest winters in Brooklyn were never this cold, this is like the cryofreeze all over again. But he escaped that a while back, slipping out of the grasp of his handler a few months back. He finally gives up, standing from the cold bed, making his way to the small set of draws, he takes out another jumper, sliding it over his head careful not to catch it on his metal arm. He slides back into the cold bed pulling the blankets, four extra, over him.

Natalia Romanova had not followed orders that day, resulting in a night's stay in the cold shed, a form of punishment for anyone who fails in the Red Room. She shivered, curling into herself, trying to retain any sort of body heat. Eventually, she fell asleep but woke in the middle of the night feeling warm. Strangely warm. She is confused for a while but she curls up once more taking any heat she can get. Hell, tomorrow she'll be back to hand-cuffing herself to her bed and being woken in the middle of the night by attacks to test her skills. She shudders thinking of the life the KGB has made for her.