Steve was warm.
Wasn’t that what freezing to death felt like? You got warm, stopped worrying about it? fell asleep?
But that wasn’t right, because he was waking up. And he wasn’t just warm, he was hot, sweating even--
He could BREATHE!
Steve drew a deep, gasping breath, the air hot and sharp and painful on his lungs. He coughed it back out, and then drew a second, and a third. The world swam and moved, swooping around him, his body dangling like a string-less puppet from something hot and soft, curled around his chest and cradling his head.
He should open his eyes, really--
- Part 10 of Tumblr Prompts
Bookmarked by Fangirl_and_Muttmutt
07 Jul 2016