“Oh, you will pay for that!” Bucky shouted right after you had thrown a snowball straight into his face. He wiped over his face with his glove, trying to get rid of the cold snow on his skin. Then he bent down to grab a handful of snow and pressed it into a ball. He turned around, his eyes searching for your silhouette in the white snowy environment.

Suddenly, Bucky felt an icy coldness run down his spine. He turned around, seeing your laughing face right in front of him. He gasped as he reached into his jacket from behind, trying to remove the snow from his bare back. “Oh, you think this is funny, huh?” He asked. He wanted to sound threatening, but he couldn’t help the smirk on his lips. As you tried to run off, he quickly darted after you, grabbing your arm and pulling him towards you. He pushed you on the ground with a swift motion, pinning you in place, while sitting on top of you. “You’re so screwed, doll.” He said with a grin.