It’s a chilly winter’s evening in the compound. All of the team are on various missions or errands, leaving you alone in the compound with Bucky. Snow gently drifts to the ground outside the window, twirling and floating through the air. It’s a beautiful sight for all but one - Bucky.

Since Hydra put him in cryo freeze, Bucky despises the cold. At -5°C, it definitely qualifies as freezing. It brings back unwanted memories, makes him jumpy and tense… it’s not nice.

You’ve been pottering about in the kitchen, making food. You saunter in the lounge, humming softly to yourself, only to find Bucky. He’s huddled up in at least three blankets as he’s laid on the couch, with his cat, Alpine, curled on top of him, purring softly. In one hand he holds a battered book, the other gently stroking Alpine. A mug of hot tea is on the coffee table adjacent.