OOM: near the Baltic Sea, 1944

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The good news is, there are no snow drifts here and the snow is thin on the ground enough that Captain America and the Howling Commandos barely leave footprints.

The bad news is, while it's still snowy, the air is warming as winter creeps to its end. Warm air and cold air colliding means mist; mist means low visibility; low visibility means extra caution and slowing their advancement to the next HYDRA factory.

Steve leads the way, every footstep careful, as he represses the urge to shiver. He's not going to lose his cool because of a little fog.

He hopes.

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[nerves_of_ice]

"Jerks the cleaning crew may be, but at least a guy can fight them," Bucky agrees.

"How do you fight fog?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I've been looking into that," Steve says. "Not much luck so far."

To be fair, Orpheus was there and he's...distracting.

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'll ask around too. Can't hurt, right?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I hope not."

A few more steps, then, "Be careful with this, Bucky. It's not an enemy like HYDRA. It's not people, no matter how superpowered. It's something ... ancient."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky looks over at him.

"I know you don't think I'm leaving you to go up against whatever it is without me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I wouldn't dare.

"I just want you to be careful."

[nerves_of_ice]

Cheerfully,

"I will if you will."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I will...do my best."

[nerves_of_ice]

His grin flashes, quick and bright.

"Then we'll both be fine."