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Snowed In

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[The mission had been on track until they got an alert the weather had turned. Now the snow storm that was supposed to slide well north of them was on track to turn into a blizzard right over their heads.

Natasha isn't a fan of the cold, which might have seemed strange to someone who didn't know her history. Who didn't know what Red Room survival exercises were like. How they'd dumb a dozen girls in the middle of the tundra with one parka and only supplies enough to get one of them back to the rendezvous point. If she shoots concerned glances at the looming bank of icy grey-white clouds, it comes from experience. There's a chill on her skin just thinking about it.

It's no good. She and Captain Carter, her partner on this mission, are going to need to find somewhere to hole up until the weather passes.

"Satellite photos show a cabin ahead," the intel comes over the radio, crackling in and out. "-'bout three kilometers."

The wind picks up, strong enough to shimmy their jeep and sending a flurry of white flakes swirling across the windshield almost thick enough to hide the road ahead of them. Natasha frowns at the weather, glancing at Peggy in the passenger seat.]

Looks like we're going to be making an unplanned stop, Cap.

[The cold gets into the car, even with the heat up.]

Hope you didn't have any big dates planned for tonight.

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[ Wry amusement dances over Peggy's feature at the words, even though her eyes, like Natasha's, are drawn to the weather more often than not. It's not great, what they're facing. And while she doesn't have the Widow's background, it does bring back some less than pleasant war memories.

Makes her think of the Austrian Alps, of losing Steve. ]

Where would I rather be than a no doubt luxurious safe house in the middle of nowhere during a snow storm?

[ Peggy's sarcasm is a bit too light to be fully dry, and a bit too dry to be flippant. The lilt of her accent helps. ]

At least I'll be in better company this time. Word of advice: don't get snowed in with a bunch of soldiers in the Alps.

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[Natasha case a sideways glance at her partner, tearing her eyes away from watching for their turn off through all this windblown snow to share a quick look.

She didn't like this situation, no more than Peggy did, she's sure, but she'd risk her life over admit a single vulnerability, so she opts for humor instead.]

Technically, I'm not a soldier, so you have that going for you this time around.

[Though considering Natasha's training, that technicality might be one hell of a fine hair to split.]

And technically, we're not in the Alps.

[She leans forward in the driver seat slightly, resisting the urge to turn up the heat when she knows it won't help at this point. The warmth in the car's interior leeches out of the windows faster than the heater can keep up.]

With any luck this won't rank as your worse blizzard on the job.

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Now you're just tempting fate.

[ This is why Peggy likes working with the Widow. Put aside that she doesn't have to deal with another man whose ego needs patting when faced when a woman taller, buffer and stronger than him - there's a mutual understanding here of letting each other's quips exist without putting pressure on the point.

Though Peggy has no doubt that Natasha would know just where to press, if she wanted to. ]

I'll take that technicality though. And hey - push comes to shove, I can get this rickety ride out of any snowdrifts you sink it into. What's the worst that could happen - I turn into an icicle?

[ It's funny because that happened in another universe. ]

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You get frozen solid then I'll be the one who has to drag you inside and thaw you out and I don't have super strength.

[Rolling with that joke. The image of having to deal with a frozen Captain Carter could either be funny or anxiety inducing; Natasha chooses for the time being to find the image amusing instead of a potential stressful possibility.

She also refuses to consider that if Peggy isn't in any state to get herself out of the snow, the chances of Natasha being able to get either of them out alone are...

Well, they're not 0 but they're not great either.]

Besides, if you're frozen who's going to chop the wood to start me a cozy little fire?