#headcanon steve has a phobia to the cold or a strong aversion

[pandagirl45]

Steve: *curled up covering his face* *heaving in breaths*

Rhodey: steve... Steve?

Steve blinked back the running tears as he gripped the warm sweater. He clung to it as he buried his body into the warm pile of blankets. He wasn't ready.

He never is ready for winter. New York snow. God, first when he was nothing but a shrimp weak... and now. He couldn't breath as ice crept into his lungs. As the icy stinging water burned his eyes. As his chatter blue but the serum never letting him really rest.

The time in the ice, the arctic ocean was the a moment he never wants to experience again. All it took, all it takes is the snow laden lands to remind him how he lost so much and more. How everything he did froze and shatter in his hands.

He heaved in air as the door clicked open. He was afraid that warmest things around him would fall. Shatter into ice shards. He can't fix that. He can't fight his way to fix it. He can do a shitty PSA about it. He can't.

He can't.

He-

Steve blinked back his hazy vision seeing James Rhodes holding his face gently. Rough warm thumbs brushing away his tears. His soothing dark chocolate eyes bright from the new yoek winter lights. His lips burning comfort into steve as he let out a shuddering sob.

"You are okay," his deep sugary voice melted whatever ice that clenched at his veins, Steve clung to the fuzzy sweater, "you are okay blondie."

A wet laugh, Steve wrapped his arms around the colonel, "thank you, teddy."

Rhodes huffed, a grumble of fondness, "first tones and now you with terribly cute nicknames."

Steve let out another wet sob as he clung to the warm man. A dark thought swept by the crisp summer feeling from rhodes. The heated gunmetal pilot shielding the ice remains of his fears. For now, Steve felt warm. He felt protected as he cuddled into the blankets with rhodey, intelligent thumbs soothing Steve to sleep, "I'll be here, okay steve?"