fic rec Friday

This is essentially my fave trope of ‘snowbound in an inn at Christmas,’ except they’re not actually snowbound, and it’s not an inn. But there is a cat, so that evens it out.

I’m in the Wrong Place to be Real, by hermionesmydawg

After hours of being in this damn jet (and who gave Steve fucking Rogers a license to fly this thing anyway, hello, he crashed a plane into the Arctic on purpose once), they land in the middle of a field. Yes, a field. Literally right next to a fucking cow. They file off one by one, each taking in their new surroundings. Bucky moos hello to the cow.

“Did you just moo?” Sam asks. Bucky shrugs, and Sam rolls his eyes. “You didn’t say a fucking word the entire flight, and yet, you greet a cow. A goddamn cow.”

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