[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.
Snowed In
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.