[She uncapped one of the bottles of water, taking a few sips and then setting it on the ground for later. She was fairly sure that she could do this. That she could at least go out and make it back, anyway. His concerns about the wood being wet were ones that she had herself. It had still been fairly warm out when the snow had started, so the first snow would have melted on contact, making everything damp, and then later forming a layer of ice. And wet wood would just ruin their little bit of shelter -- more likely to smoke instead of burning.
But Ava was proactive by nature. She wanted to do something, even if that something was hasty and perhaps a little ill-advised. Ava was always a little reckless when she was just risking herself, of course. And she was fairly sure she could find something that would be usable, and getting the fire going again would be worth the cold. And, well, she has powers. She hasn't really tested the limits of them yet, isn't sure if she could use them to keep herself from freezing or not, but there's at least one point she's sure of, so that's the one that she starts with.]
My eyes literally glow, I wont go snowblind. And you're going to freeze if we don't get that fire started again. I'll make it back, promise.
[The only gloves that she has are not meant for the weather. They're red leather and fingerless, but she pulls them on anyway. Of course, Ava's started fires just by having a nightmare before. But she doesn't really know how, if she could manage it without something to fuel it, and even if she did, it's not something that she could control. And she'd rather freeze than hurt him. She almost wishes that she still had her coat and her scarf, but those had gone missing back in Olympia.
He's right, probably. But she has to try. She's pulling her hair up into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, out of her face, and pretty clearly about to go striding out into a blizzard that would have been worthy of Siberia. She has a bag to make it easy to carry anything she finds in case she gets in a fight, but she figures the odds that the wildlife will be hunting in the storm is pretty low. And in any case, she's faster. Probably.]
I'm sure my lips will be blue by the time I get back, so if I don't find any fuel for the fire, then we can talk conserving bodyheat.
[It's a slight misdirection; the softest of teases, because she's unwilling to actually push him away, so she's stuck engaging. But she wants to go, because she is concerned about the cold, not sure that without the fire she can keep him warm even with bodyheat. Her focus is much more on Rumlow than herself. Not that she thinks he hasn't had to deal with rough climates before, but while she kept gear, it wasn't for this. It was for running. And she's worried.]
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But Ava was proactive by nature. She wanted to do something, even if that something was hasty and perhaps a little ill-advised. Ava was always a little reckless when she was just risking herself, of course. And she was fairly sure she could find something that would be usable, and getting the fire going again would be worth the cold. And, well, she has powers. She hasn't really tested the limits of them yet, isn't sure if she could use them to keep herself from freezing or not, but there's at least one point she's sure of, so that's the one that she starts with.]
My eyes literally glow, I wont go snowblind. And you're going to freeze if we don't get that fire started again. I'll make it back, promise.
[The only gloves that she has are not meant for the weather. They're red leather and fingerless, but she pulls them on anyway. Of course, Ava's started fires just by having a nightmare before. But she doesn't really know how, if she could manage it without something to fuel it, and even if she did, it's not something that she could control. And she'd rather freeze than hurt him. She almost wishes that she still had her coat and her scarf, but those had gone missing back in Olympia.
He's right, probably. But she has to try. She's pulling her hair up into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, out of her face, and pretty clearly about to go striding out into a blizzard that would have been worthy of Siberia. She has a bag to make it easy to carry anything she finds in case she gets in a fight, but she figures the odds that the wildlife will be hunting in the storm is pretty low. And in any case, she's faster. Probably.]
I'm sure my lips will be blue by the time I get back, so if I don't find any fuel for the fire, then we can talk conserving bodyheat.
[It's a slight misdirection; the softest of teases, because she's unwilling to actually push him away, so she's stuck engaging. But she wants to go, because she is concerned about the cold, not sure that without the fire she can keep him warm even with bodyheat. Her focus is much more on Rumlow than herself. Not that she thinks he hasn't had to deal with rough climates before, but while she kept gear, it wasn't for this. It was for running. And she's worried.]