Winter Wonderland

Snowball Fight

[ Bucky has his snowballs lined up behind a snowdrift like a one-man shooting gallery. Whatever sorry son of a bitch finds his attention, well, they're gonna get clobbered.

You may be pinned down by the total force of American propaganda personified, leaving you little choice but to try to run for it, fight back, or parlay. Or perhaps you came walking through the wrong street at the wrong time and take one in the chest or right in the face. If you're a woman, you can expect a sheepish "Sorry, doll!" Otherwise, you'll see little more than a short mop of curly brown hair watching from across the street. ]

Cypher in the Snow

[ In one of the alleyways past a collection of lewd snowmen and, uh, particular snowbody parts, Bucky undoes his fly and relieves himself. But in a sudden strike of inspiration and showmanship, the young man begins carving his name into the dirty clots of snow. "James" in cursive doesn't come out too bad! ]

Warm Hands

[ Whether you've called a truce or found him wandering the festively lewd—or lewdly festive—window displays on the main street, Bucky's common brown eyes drop down to your hands. ]

Sure you're not cold?

[ Because he sure is, and that's saying something. Having run around Russia in spandex and booty shorts, Bucky would think he knows what he's talking about. ]

How's about a hot drink? My treat!

Dubious Deliveries

un: jbarnes

All right, what sorry son of a dog sent me a package?

You tell me who you are!
Name a time
Name a place
And I'm going to shove my foot up your ass and break it off!