Bucky's POV

Sam and I were on a mission in Alaska. Things were going great until Sam fell through the ice of a frozen lake. When he didn't come back up, I got worried.

"Sam?...Sam!?" I called out looking into the hole he fell through.

I noticed that the current was moving, so I follow it and soon I find Sam on the other side of the ice pounding on it trying to break free. I gotta get him out before he drowns.

"Hold on, Sam! I'll get you out!" I shout.

I punch at the ice with my metal arm until I create a small hole. Then I reach in and pull Sam out. He lays on the ice coughing up water and shivering.

"You okay, Sammy?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder.

"I-I...I'm...s-s-so c-cold." Sam replied shaking.

"Don't worry, there's a S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house not too far away." I said picking him up.

As I carried Sam towards the safe house, he shaked and shivered hard, and the wind blowing mercilessly didn't help. Getting closer to the safe house, Sam's shivers began to slow, meaning he was reaching hypothermia.

"Hang on, Sammy, we're almost there." I whispered holding him closer.

We get into the house and I set Sam in front of the fireplace. I take off his cold and wet clothes, including his underwear, which was completely soaked. Then I cacooned him in two blankets and started a fire in the fireplace.

"There we go that should get you warmed up." I said.

"M-maybe I'll w-w-warm up f-faster if w-we did skin t-t-to s-skin cont-t-tact." Sam suggested.

"Hmm...I suppose that is the best way to warm you up. I don't want you to get hypothermia." I nodded.

I take off my clothes, leaving my underwear on, and take off my metal arm. Sam opens up the blanket and I let him snuggle up to me and wrap us up into the blanket. He sighs as he buries his face into my neck and wraps his cold arms around me. I wrap my arm around him and pull him closer.

"How ya doing, Sammy?" I asked after twenty minutes.

"S-still not w-w-warm enough." Sam answered, pressing himself impossibly closer to me.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked him.

"Can we...y-ya know....?" Sam asked running his hand down my body and stroking my thigh.

I let out a surprised gasp and clench my arm around Sam.

"A-are you sure, hun?" I asked blushing.

"Please, Bucky....I want you to really warm me up." Sam whispered against my neck.

Then he really seals the deal by pressing a couple light kisses to that one spot on my neck he knows drives me crazy.

"Ahh, Sam, you brat." I groan quietly.

Sam pushes me down onto the floor and gets on top of me. He presses his still ice cold body to mine and ravages my neck, as if he was trying to steal my warmth.

"Ohhh, Sam!" I moaned as Sam rubbed himself against me.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. I love it when you call out my name like that." Sam growled into my ear.

"Well...I also know you like this." I said grabbing his naked butt.

My boyfriend lets out a groan, digging his fingernails into my sides. He pulls off my underwear and we immediately start having sex. While he's doing me, Sam is kissing the scarred skin of my shoulder stump. When it's all over and we're both completely spent, Sam collapses on top of me and snuggles into my hickey covered chest.

"You warm now, Sammy?" I asked gently running my fingers along his spine.

"Mmhmm, thanks, baby." Sam hummed before kissing me.

Exhausted, the two of us just lay there underneath the blankets by the warm fire, wrapped up in each other. After we take a short nap, Sam and I get dressed and head back to the tower. Steve asked us what took us so long and I told him what happened...except for the sex part. But...Nat saw the hickey under my jaw that my uniform couldn't hide and gave us a knowing look.