The snow fell in thick, silent sheets, blanketing the world in white. You and Rogue huddled together in a small, rundown cabin nestled deep in the woods, the howling wind outside the only sound that broke the heavy silence. The fire crackled weakly in the hearth, barely keeping the biting cold at bay.

Rogue pulled her coat tighter around her, her breath visible in the frigid air. “This is the last place I thought we’d end up,” she murmured, her Southern drawl tinged with fatigue. “You reckon they’ve given up lookin’ for us?” You shook your head, glancing at the frost-covered window. “Not a chance. Hydra doesn’t give up that easy. We need to lay low until things blow over.”

Rogue nodded, though concern lingered in her green eyes. “I just hate feelin’ like a sitting duck. We should be out there, fightin’, not hidin’.”

You placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We will. But for now, we need to stay off the radar. We’ll get our chance to strike back, Rogue. Trust me.”

Rogue sighed, leaning back in her chair. “Alright, sugar. I trust ya. Just hope we ain’t stuck here forever.” The storm outside raged on, but inside the cabin, you and Rogue shared a moment of quiet resolve, ready for whatever came next.