Sam just snorted at the question. "Yeah, yeah, you just wait till you need to get a box off a shelf," she retorted lightly. Now that the fire was lit, she carefully fed it fuel, building it up a little more. They'd learned survival skills in basic training, but it hadn't been so cold then. Sam was from the south, and she didn't much like the cold.
"I don't think we have a choice on that one." Sam glanced out the only window in the cabin. The snow was falling thick and fast, and she could hear the wind whipping through the cracks in the walls. It was cold, and she reckoned it was only going to get colder. Hydra couldn't follow them, but they couldn't leave, either. "How's that cut of yours look?"
Starting to wave off the words, Steve stopped short from the pain it invoked from the wound on his side. The hydra agent managed to cut him too deeply but the serum would eventually heal it. He just needed the time to rest and it appeared the storm would give it to him. At least, the agents hadn't gotten what they were after.
It made the injury worth it despite the aching pain.
"It's fine," Steve responded, pushing himself up to go into the kitchen area. "We need to take inventory of everything we have here. Who knows how long we will be here."
"I bet it'd be a lot more fine if you sat down." Sam just gave him a warning look. Sure, she knew he'd be fine once he healed, but that didn't mean he had to push himself constantly. (Except, of course, in Steve's mind, it absolutely did.) She firmly wrapped fingers around his bicep and tried to tug him back to the bed that was next to the fireplace. She would have been able to physically drag anyone else, but Steve matched her strength - although she could still pick him up if she really wanted to.
"C'mon, we need to at least get warm first," she coaxed him. "The food'll still be waiting when we can feel our fingers again."
Point taken. Deciding to comply for once, he allowed her to direct him towards te bed and sat down on it. The only indication of his discomfort being the quick wince he allowed to escape before he could mask it. At least he hadn't gotten shot because those sounds took longer and were worse to deal with. "You win this time", he huffed out, fingers curling towards the fire to try and bring some sense of warmth to his body.
"Do you think they got far? When the storm let's up, we'll need to try and track the rest of the group. They stole important files." Sometimes he never saw an end to the war or the conflict because just as one thing wrapped up, something else took its place. "Have you regretted the project at all yet?" His hands dropped back down onto his lap, eyes watching the flames dance.
Sam sat down next to him, smiling to herself at the stubborn admission. The two of them were a fine pair, constantly trying to out-stubborn each other. She took the blanket that was folded across the end of the bed and tucked it around both of them. At least they'd be able to generate enough body heat to stay warm like this.
"Wouldn't be over here if I hadn't done this," Sam pointed out by way of an answer. Of course, that was obvious; neither of them would be anywhere near the front without the serum. Sam would have been stuck flying stunts for the Civil Air Patrol, and Steve would have been rejected from the draft entirely. They had both agreed to the project because they'd wanted to make a difference in the war - and, difficulties aside, that's what they were doing. Theoretically, anyway. "Although I will say that this weather makes me miss summer in Alabama." And she hadn't thought that was possible.
If he moved a little closer to Sam, well, it couldn't be helped and if commented on he'd just claim he wanted to make sure she had enough of the blanket to not be cold. Fighting back a yawn, he nodded his head. "We're making a difference even if it's slow going. Would'a been different if they managed more soldiers before-" He trailed off because they both knew what happened and how nothing could be done to change any of it. The serum was lost for good and they were the only two products of it.
"Sometimes it doesn't feel like this war is ever gonna end. You think 'bout going back home? Might see one if those summers again." On Steve's end, he never really considered going back home, only really thinking of how else he could help out with the serumed abilities. He had to make a difference as much as he could.
"Don't really fit in there anymore." Sam shrugged. She wasn't sure she fit in much of anywhere, truth be told. "It'll always be home, but it's not...it's not a place where I can stay." Not in the South, certainly, when plenty of folk had made it clear how they felt about a black woman doing the things she did.
"All I wanna do is help people," she added. "Whatever someone like me can do. I feel like this happened to us for a reason, you know? So I gotta use this however I can to make things better for people - here or back home." She wasn't sure how she would go about helping people back home; in the war, there was a clear goal, a strategy. You could go around punching Nazis in the face, and that solved a lot of things. Defeating things like segregation was harder, and Sam couldn't punch racists on American soil (unfortunately).
If he moved a little closer to Sam, well, it couldn't be helped and if commented on he'd just claim he wanted to make sure she had enough of the blanket to not be cold. Fighting back a yawn, he nodded his head. "We're making a difference even if it's slow going. Would'a been different if they managed more soldiers before-" He trailed off because they both knew what happened and how nothing could be done to change any of it. The serum was lost for good and they were the only two products of it.
"Sometimes it doesn't feel like this war is ever gonna end. You think 'bout going back home? Might see one if those summers again." On Steve's end, he never really considered going back home, only really thinking of how else he could help out with the serumed abilities. He had to make a difference as much as he could.
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"I don't think we have a choice on that one." Sam glanced out the only window in the cabin. The snow was falling thick and fast, and she could hear the wind whipping through the cracks in the walls. It was cold, and she reckoned it was only going to get colder. Hydra couldn't follow them, but they couldn't leave, either. "How's that cut of yours look?"
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It made the injury worth it despite the aching pain.
"It's fine," Steve responded, pushing himself up to go into the kitchen area. "We need to take inventory of everything we have here. Who knows how long we will be here."
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"C'mon, we need to at least get warm first," she coaxed him. "The food'll still be waiting when we can feel our fingers again."
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"Do you think they got far? When the storm let's up, we'll need to try and track the rest of the group. They stole important files." Sometimes he never saw an end to the war or the conflict because just as one thing wrapped up, something else took its place. "Have you regretted the project at all yet?" His hands dropped back down onto his lap, eyes watching the flames dance.
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"Wouldn't be over here if I hadn't done this," Sam pointed out by way of an answer. Of course, that was obvious; neither of them would be anywhere near the front without the serum. Sam would have been stuck flying stunts for the Civil Air Patrol, and Steve would have been rejected from the draft entirely. They had both agreed to the project because they'd wanted to make a difference in the war - and, difficulties aside, that's what they were doing. Theoretically, anyway. "Although I will say that this weather makes me miss summer in Alabama." And she hadn't thought that was possible.
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"Sometimes it doesn't feel like this war is ever gonna end. You think 'bout going back home? Might see one if those summers again." On Steve's end, he never really considered going back home, only really thinking of how else he could help out with the serumed abilities. He had to make a difference as much as he could.
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"All I wanna do is help people," she added. "Whatever someone like me can do. I feel like this happened to us for a reason, you know? So I gotta use this however I can to make things better for people - here or back home." She wasn't sure how she would go about helping people back home; in the war, there was a clear goal, a strategy. You could go around punching Nazis in the face, and that solved a lot of things. Defeating things like segregation was harder, and Sam couldn't punch racists on American soil (unfortunately).
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"Sometimes it doesn't feel like this war is ever gonna end. You think 'bout going back home? Might see one if those summers again." On Steve's end, he never really considered going back home, only really thinking of how else he could help out with the serumed abilities. He had to make a difference as much as he could.