Snow storms can be the worst. You and your boyfriend, Peter Petrelli, had went out of town. It was a more rural area than New York, much note rural. You hadn't seen a house for about a mile. What made it worse was all the freezing temperatures and snow.

The heat in the car had to be turned down so you didn't run out of gas. The ice on the roads was getting very dangerous. "Look on the good side of this Y/N, if we get stuck, at least we  each other." Peter said, watching the road carefully. That could be hard sometimes considering that the snow made it so you couldn't see the road.

Suddenly, the car spun out and you and Peter were in a ditch. The windows shattered and the car rolled until it was standing up on its wheels again. "Peter?!" You yelled, scared out of your mind.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Peter yelled, shaking your arms lightly. You opened your eyes to see him leaning over from the drivers side. Blood dripping from a scratch on his cheek, but his face was blurred due to tears in your eyes.

"I-I'm okay.." You stumble out, pulling your coat closer to you. You were uninjured except for a couple small cuts. Peter unbuckled his seat belt and crawled into the back of the car, attempting to pull you with him.

You carefully crawled back into the car by Peter. He slowly laid down, pulling you down with him. "What are you doing?" You ask, accepting his warm heat. With the windows open it was now very very cold, your senses were starting to come back.

"I'm trying to keep you warm. Warmth helps with shock. And I want to cuddle you because it seems to make you feel better." Peter answered, taking one arm out of his jacket and wrapping his arms and that part of the jacket around him.

"Thank you, but you'll get cold." You mumble, moving as close as you could. He just rubbed your side and your arm, keeping you warm.

"I'm alright. I've got your body heat. If you get tired, just sleep. I'll watch for people." Peter said, kissing your forehead. You nodded and fell asleep soon after.

You woke up still in Peter's arms. Both of you were shivering from the cold, but at some point during the night Peter managed to get a blanket off the floor. There was only one, but it helped a little bit. Peter was fast asleep, his chest lightly moving up and down, his heart thumping in his chest.

"Peter." You mumble, shaking him slightly. You wanted to wake him up, but not scare him.

"Ugh.." Peter groaned, slowly opening his eyes. "Morning." He said, smiling lightly. You smiled as well and kissed his cheek. A loud rumble sounded from the road along with shouting.

"Are you okay?!" A women yelled, going up to the drivers side of the door. You and Peter shot up and moved to face the door.

"Just some scratches ma'am, can you help us?" Peter asked, rubbing his hands together from the cold. She nodded and helped pry the door open.

Soon, you and Peter were huddled in the back of a truck, blankets wrapped around you. A thermos of hot cocoa was distributed between the two of you. Both of you slept for a long time, enjoying the new heat. You had know idea that being in a freezing cold car and then rescued could be so fun.