The Winter Soldier’s horse shies away from the wind, sharp with a chill and damp that Bucky can no longer feel. The clouds gather hard upon the peaks of Sokovia, reeking of rain and worse to the vampire’s supernatural nose. A few stubborn leaves dangle from bare branches like decayed flesh clings to bone.
Bucky sighs.
“You coddle him,” his companion says.
Bucky turns in his saddle. “That’s not what I was thinking.”
Natasha snorts, a strange sound from a fellow blood drinker but that’s Natasha. Never what anyone expects. .
“I was thinking,” Bucky continues, “that the wolves are in for a rough night if the weather continues to worsen.” He glances back towards the keep, traitorous thoughts adding “the cold won’t be doing the punk’s lungs
Bucky sighs.
“You coddle him,” his companion says.
Bucky turns in his saddle. “That’s not what I was thinking.”
Natasha snorts, a strange sound from a fellow blood drinker but that’s Natasha. Never what anyone expects. .
“I was thinking,” Bucky continues, “that the wolves are in for a rough night if the weather continues to worsen.” He glances back towards the keep, traitorous thoughts adding “the cold won’t be doing the punk’s lungs