#but it is soup. you can’t fight me on this. in the words of Brennan Lee Mulligan I will die on any hill

[the-stabbiest-dragon]

cereal

I HAVE THE POWER OF THE POLL AND SO...

These are really basic soups and I would've added more, but there was a limit. I'm tagging @rillette because they love soup :)

[the-fiction-portal]

A Silent Night pt2

A/N: What happens when 2 parts seem too long for tumblr? Break it up into 3 parts. This is a piece of part 1 and 2 and this became the official part 2 if that made any sense.  Read Part 1 here

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Later that evening, after showering and putting on comfy clothes. The two of them sat on the couch watching tv whole both dogs rested by the cozy fireplace. With her cup of hot chocolate, she suddenly felt like she was living the winter aesthetic.

"I've been waiting on this all year. At the cabin, some Christmas lights, fireplace warming my feet, a cozy night with my—dog," Bucky answers suddenly sitting up straight as he trailed off.

She was so busy focused on an old Christmas episode of Bones she had missed his stumble and turns to him.

"Yeah. Nothing like a quiet time at home with your dog," she agrees.

"Though sometimes I miss having a cat purring on my lap. Something about a cat's purr that makes me melt," she responds as an afterthought.

"I'm surprised you haven't kept a cat for yourself. You really seem to love them," Buck replies noting how much she gushes about cats.

"Yeah…I just feel like my place is pouring my love into each baby to send them off on to a better place with a family. Maybe one day a cat will wiggle its way into my heart," she answers.

Bucky says nothing more but give a small hum of acknowledgment and enjoys the episode as Dr. Brennan uncovers the death of someone with an alias associated with Santa Clause and half the people teasingly believe Santa is dead.

At some point, he feels a weight followed by warmth on his side. Sure enough, she had fallen asleep. He glances around the room in thought on how he should move her to her room until he noticed something.

"Ari? Doll, wake up. It's snowing," Bucky shakes her gently watching her eyes flutter open and she sits up straight as if burned.

"I fell asleep, sorry. Wait what did you—”

"Snow, come look," Bucky said voice tinge with excitement which causes her to get up to go look. Sure enough from the large window she could see the snow falling down.

"Oh my god wow," she gasps as the steady fall of snow was drifting down before her eyes.

"Wanna go outside?" He asks her and they quickly look back to see the dog's ears perked and turned towards them.

"Dammit we can't say ‘outside’ around these dogs," She groans in realization and he chuckles.

"Just for a little bit," Bucky promises as they put on coats and proper shoes.

"Alright. Just for a little, then we warm by the fire," she answers and she opens the door to face the cold in order to run around in the snow like a child for the first time in a long time.

After a fun time running around and getting snowflakes in their hair, and getting Luca tired Aria and Bucky has a good night sleep. However, the next morning was a blanket of white that Aria was so eager to get to she could hardly contain her excitement.

“Could you at least enjoy the breakfast I made?” Bucky asks pretending to be exasperated by her eagerness.

“This French toast is a dream. But I wanna play in the snow,” she said excitement bubbling in her chest.

“You’re adorable, doll. You know that?” Bucky asks taking a sip of the coffee she brewed for them.

“Shush. Don’t tease me,” she remarks hearing him laugh at her expense.

Soon enough, after washing dishes, Aria puts on her winter gear to join Bucky with the dogs.

“Oh my god, look at Luca. He’s having a grand time,” she said watching the dog run through the snow. White dusted his black tipped fur making him look like a whole new dog.

Frodo was jumping, struggling to get through the wall of snow that was about as high as him.

“Baby…baby no,” she giggles as she wasn’t sure if she owned a dog or a rabbit as he hopped in the snow.

Suddenly she gets hit with a snowball making her yelp at the suddenness.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” She declares scooping up her own snow.

“Hehe, damn doll. My whole government name?” Bucky responds backing away reading himself for an onslaught of snow.

“You jerk. Get back here!” She attempts to move around and pelt him with snowballs giggling and screaming when he would hit her back with the snow.

By this time with all the running the dogs were excitedly running around them. Frodo being so low was able to trip her. In her effort not to fall on a dog she falls backward, snow cushioning her fall.

“Ari? You okay?” Bucky asks attempting to sound concerned through his laughter.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” she answers but makes no move to get up. Instead, she waves her arms and legs to make a snow angel.

“Need help?” Bucky asks approaching to hold out his hand

“Thanks,” she accepts it and gets pulled back on her feet. However, the fast momentum knocks her into his chest. Hands grip her upper arm to steady her.

“Oops. Sorry,” she said looking up at him only to catch his breathtaking blue eyes up close. They were like stormy grey that liked looking blue. Blue eyes high lighted by his dark hair and cheeks tinted red from the cold. Suddenly her cheeks were red for a different reason.

Before he could say anything she yells ‘your turn!’ Before pushing him firmly. His arms flail before falling on his back too.

“Doll, I’m wounded,” Bucky falls into the playful mocking tone of only to hide how off guard he was.

“Revenge for throwing that snowball while I wasn’t looking,” She cackles to hide her own flustered heart at being so close to him suddenly.  

“Hey, Buck?” She asks as he attempts to brush off some of the snow.

“Yea?” He answers cautiously for any sudden snow fights.

“Wanna build a snowman?” She asks suggestively.

“Oh god. Not the Frozen thing,” he groans at the tone she used and she laughs.

“Oh yes. So, snowman?” She asks.

“Sure, let's try and get one to sit by the door,” he said and they get to work rolling some snow into a suitable snowman.

“Damn…I have nothing for this snowman,” Aria put the top on and Bucky had broken some branches for the arms but they had no nose or eyes or even a mouth.

“I still think it’s pretty good,” Bucky answers.

“You’re right. Thanks, Bucky,” she tells him.

“No problem. I don’t think I ever indulged in making a snowman. Not since I was a kid,” Bucky answers.

“Exactly. That’s why I was so eager. I had someone to share the experience with,” she answers and Bucky smiles.

“Now I want to experience getting warm by the fire,” he responds bringing the fun to a close.

“Yeah and—Bucky. Why do you not have a scarf? You gonna catch your death,” she remarks grabbing his gloved hand and pulling him inside.

“Frody, Come one! Lulu Veni!” She calls and both dogs paused in their play came running back.

“Wait a minute since—”

“I figured since you taught your dog Romanian commands I should attempt to learn in case something happens. I dunno, you let me watch him or check in on him if you’re running late,” she answers and opens the door, the dogs running to shake themselves off.

“Now get in here and warm up. Wished I had realized you had no scarf,” she adds in a huff.

“It’s okay. I had to deal with worse for longer in the force,” Bucky remarked recalling somewhat fondly the days he got his ass kicked in basic and struggling through some harsh conditions.

“Not on my watch. Now go on and get changed,” she tells him after starting up the gas fireplace.

The two of them go to change clothes and towel dry their hair before coming back down to put said clothes in the dryer.

“Oh god, it feels so good,” she groans shivering in delight at the warmth radiating from the fireplace.

“It was worth it,” Bucky answers with a chuckle

“I agree,” Sure they got their clothes soaked but the fun was worth the soggy clothes.

“Really Bucky. Thanks for all this, it’s only been a day but I’m having fun. I would have been home had you not invited me,” she tells him after reflecting on the thought.

“Of course. Anytime, doll,” Bucky answers unable to imagine going this year without her.

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“What? You serious?”

At the sound of Bucky’s voice, she perks up only to see him on the phone.

“Okay. Take it easy. See you soon,” Bucky then hangs up with a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” She asks him looking at his face carefully.

“So apparently a storm is coming in from their direction so the roads will be delayed. And with the cabins being so far from civilization there’s no telling when they’ll clear a path for us. Steve said he and everyone else hope to make it before Christmas,” Bucky explains a frown wrinkling his brow.

“Guess its just us for a little longer. I have to admit with only us here I can imagine I’m living the rich life,” she chuckles in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Living with you in a big house isn’t a bad imagination,” he comments with a smirk.

“You and that shit-eating grin of yours. And here I was thinking being stuck with you wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to me,” she rolls her eyes at his usual jokey and flirty tone.

“Hey it wasn’t a joke,” he pouts missing the good days where she blushes adorably.

“Oh wow the snow is falling again,” she remarks distracting herself by looking outside.

“It really will delay the others. Hope they can all make it. I want you to get the full experience of what it’s like here,” Bucky responds with a slight concern looking at the snow which wasn’t a gentle sprinkle but was falling rapidly.

“I’m already having a fun time thanks to you. So even if they don’t come till after Christmas then I’d still had a great time,” she said in order to assure him.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Bucky responds with a soft smile, warmed on a different way than the fireplace.

It continued to snow and even though the temperature dropped the two of them would take shifts on letting the dogs out. Times like this is when Aria likes cats. Just scoop litter, tie it in a bag before placing it in the trash.

“So what’s for lunch?” He asks the scent wafting in his nose the moment he came back inside shuffling off his boots.

“Nice and hardy beef soup. Got some chunks of meat and some veggies. Figure I toast some bread and we could probably make a dinner out of this,” she answers.

“Oh wow. Is it about done?” He asks.

“Just about. I got to let it simmer and then toast the bread,” she answers stirring the pot.

“Oh. Be a dear and feed the boys, will you? I am surprised Frody didn’t pester us, he’s on a schedule and it’s a little past his usual mealtime,” she answers.

“You feed him three times?” Bucky asks realizing what time it was.

“Only because I’m home all day. I feed him 3 times in smaller portions. I mean if I taught classes on campus I’d be gone for most of the day so it would be the usual two. Once in the morning and the dinner,” she answers turning as the cabinet opens.

“That would explain the little bit in the bowls this morning,” Bucky remarks notice that while she fed both dogs it wasn’t nearly as much as he’s used to feeding Luca.

“Yep. I figured we put Lu on the same schedule just so he won’t get jealous of Frodo eating more often,” she answers as Bucky scoops some dog food.

“That’s a tad too much for Frodo, there,” she instructs him and then pats his arm.

“Good. Wash up a bed be amazed by lunch,” she adds smelling that everything was okay.

“This is good,” Bucky’s brows were raised when he took the first bite.

“Warms your bones doesn’t it?” She asks considering he went out to keep his dog exercised knowing a bored husky is a destructive husky.

“Yeah. I would have asked you to cook if I knew you made food this good,” he responds scooping up a spoonful of meat, potatoes and some veggies and shoving it all in his mouth.

“It’s an effort. I rather just order something or go out whenever we hang out. But I mean, this kitchen is a dream. It’s a shame not to cook in it,” she answers eyeballing the massive kitchen.

“You’re not wrong. Just glad to have this privilege of trying your food before everyone else,” he answers with a grin.

“Says the one who just made restaurant level French toast this morning,” She grumbles, ignoring that heart-stopping grin he flashed her.

“This is my favorite part,” she responds eating the meat and the broth soaked potato chucks together.

“You actually save the meat for last?” Bucky’s brows raised in shock for he only had a decent chunk or two left and to make it last he had to break the tender meat apart.

“Sometimes. I get excited and eat all my meat if I’m not careful. The veggies are good too…but the main attraction is the meat,” she answers honestly.

The soup was hardy and with the bread they were full. They make their way back to the couch. During the course of the day, they found themselves naturally touching. It started with sitting shoulder to shoulder when they had so much space on the many couches in the living room. Then it escalated to her resting her head on his shoulder, she felt so comfortable it didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would.

“Oh my god, Bucky. Look at this,” she said nudging him and handing over the phone.

“Are you trying to tell me something doll? You want kittens for Christmas?” Bucky asks as he watched the adorable video of a boyfriend surprising his girl with kittens.

“No—I mean I wouldn’t mind. But no, this is the video of Snowflake and Boots going home,” she said to him.

“Oh wow. They were gifts,” Bucky answers.

“Yeah. When the boyfriend picked them up I said to send me a video. I was so invested in this cute gesture,” she said and up till now, she’d forgotten to look for the video.

Nyoom

She jerks upright once the sound resonated in the room and suddenly the tv turns off.

“Shit,” Bucky hisses and both heads turns towards the window. It was still bright due to the vast white in the tall windows but it also showcased the ever-falling snow.

“It’s begun…” she remarks.

“Better turn the phones off to save battery,” Bucky responds.

She looks at her phone where it was already at 86%. She sighs unable to imagine not being on her phone. However, she knew it was for the best in case of an emergency so she turns it off.

“We should probably find flashlights or candles. It’s still day but it won’t be for long,” she suggests and the two hunt for whatever light source for the house.

[Pt 3]