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Steve Rogers COURT Seelie TITLE Description. OCCUPATION Description. ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Description. RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Description. RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Description. MAJOR EVENTS HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS Steve will be sleeping through the majority of the timeskip. SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS A brief summary of what your character will have done/accomplished/experienced over the timeskip. TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH -Warm-ups APRIL 15 -Harps! DATE -zzz SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -zzz FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -zzz WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -Wakes up from enchanted sleep. SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description

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[Steve knows what this is too. He moves quickly, pulling the only thin blanket that they have left off the bed. Steve sits down beside him, pressed close from hip to ankle. Colonel Phillips is there too, suddenly large enough to spread across both their laps. Steve pulls the blanket up over all three of them.]

We used to do this a lot. My apartment back in Brooklyn didn't get warm until June.

[It's more than just reminiscing. He wants to keep Bucky thinking, awake.]

You used to argue with my landlord, but that cracked window never did get repaired.

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[He takes a breath, and it feels cold, but Steve's right next to him and the dog's across his lap and he can't bring himself to be frightened or anxious. He leans against Steve.]

I... [He's about to say he doesn't remember, but then he realizes he does, the memories swimming to the surface slowly, as if through something thick and viscous.] I remember.

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[Steve exhales, tries to ignore the way that it comes out a little frosty even indoors.]

Really? Talk to me about it.

[To gauge how much he remembers. To keep him alert and thinking and talking. He feels Bucky's weight against his shoulder and moves his arm to wrap around him.]

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[He's tired. He can't remember being put into stasis being this tiring.]

I wanted... to replace the window myself. But you wouldn't let me.

[He knows he shouldn't close his eyes, but they feel heavy. His blinks are slow.]

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[Steve can't help smiling a little. It had been a big argument - or at least as much of an argument as they ever had. Bucky almost always gave in first, cooled down the quickest.]

I knew you didn't have the money, and I was afraid of where you might get it.

[Bucky wasn't the least bit afraid of hard work, when there was work to be found. But Steve was sick a lot, and he was short on rent a lot, and somehow his friend always had a couple of bucks to pitch in.]

Do you remember where you did get it sometimes?

[Steve never actually came right out and asked back then, not that Bucky would've told him anyway. All he could do was worry about it.]

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[He has to think about it, but the memory isn't quick to come to him, and he has no energy to search for it. He huffs a sigh.]

No.

[He's leaning against Steve a little more heavily now, without even realizing it.]

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Might not be such a bad thing.

[Steve starts to joke about it, until he feels Bucky's weight pressing a little more against him. He gives him a gentle shake, trying to ignore the way it's getting harder to feel his own fingers and toes.]

Still with me, Bucky? I need you to stay awake for as long as you can, okay?

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[The shake makes him blink, wakes him up just a little, but only a little.]

Trying...

[He swallows hard, muttering.]

I liked it better when it happened fast.

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[Steve likes it better when it doesn't happen at all. But he can see that Bucky's trying, can feel the cold in his own body.

Talking about winters in Brooklyn can't be helping. Maybe talking about some warmer weather will.]

Do you remember anything about the summers? We used to go up on the roof at night. It was easier to breathe up there.

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[He's so tired.

So tired.]

Hot... humid...

[He remembers it being that way, even if he can't remember what it felt like.]

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Yeah. Nothing like New York in the summer.

[They used to complain about it back then, but right now there's something wistful in Steve's voice as he talks about it.

There's something distracted too. He's reached for his locket, texting something out.]

Stay awake just a little longer, okay? Gonna get you warmed up.

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I can't...

[His entire body is shutting down, and he can feel it. It's a testament to his willpower that he's managed to fight it off for this long. His eyelids are so heavy... he feels more tired than he can remember ever feeling before.

His eyes start to slide shut.]

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[Steve checks his locket again, slides from the blanket carefully so that he can fold his half back over him. He feels the chill in the air almost instantly, the way it's unnatural and cutting.

It doesn't matter. He can't let Bucky slip back into the freeze, not when he's had to endure it so much. Steve cups his face in his hands, like he can somehow send the warmth from his own body into his friend's]

Johnny's coming. He said he can warm you up, and the other people here too. I'm gonna go look for him, you just - Bucky?

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Steve...

[He breathes out the name, but it's his last word. His eyes slide shut all the way and he succumbs to the cold, as gently and easily as falling asleep.]