The couch did not save Tony's ass in the slightest. If anything, it froze his ass.

While Steve was slumbering in the queen-sized bed near the heater, Tony shivered and clutched his single blanket tighter. He didn't want to wake up Steve and ask for another blanket, so he suffered in silence.

At around 2 am, Steve got up to use the toilet. As he shuffled towards the bathroom, he heard a small groan. Tony was sleeping on the couch, and he looked absolutely freezing.

Steve sighed. Why hadn't Tony asked for another blanket? Putting his bathroom trip on hold, he grabbed a blanket from his own bed and gently draped it over Tony, who immediately stopped shivering and practically melted into the fabric.

-Super cool time skip-

The next morning, Tony yawned and buried his face deep in his blanket, while the other one covered his legs.

Wait, the other one?

Tony sat up and held the two blankets in his hands. He recognized one of them as the top blanket on Steve's bed.

Steve, of course, was already up and making tea. Tony trudged into the kitchen and plopped himself down in a chair. Steve offered a greeting before setting a cup of tea in front of him.

"Did you sleep well?" The soldier asked. Tony groaned internally. Why did Steve have to be so cute?

"I actually did," Tony replied smoothly, though his heart was racing. "Thank you for the blanket."

Steve smiled. "Well, I figured that since you were too proud to ask for one yourself, I would save you the trouble."

Tony blushed. "Well, you know me.

So damn stubborn."

Steve sat down across from him and took a sip of his drink. "Wow, this is way better than America's tea."

Tony nodded. "USA tea is made from plastic and preservatives. Foreign tea is much more natural."

(AN: I'm going to be completely honest, I don't drink tea, so I have no idea if this is true or not haha)

Steve agreed, and the two sat in grateful silence.

As Tony made his way to the sink to discard his cup, he got a call.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Good morning, Stark," Nick replied from the other side. "Today, I want you two to head towards the bunker we set up near the safehouse. If you leave now, you should get there by nightfall. There are enough supplies in the bunker to get you through the night, and you can finish the mission tomorrow. Copy that?"

"Copy that," Tony said. "Oh, and by the way, you're a little bitch for giving us one bed."

"I'm trying to save money, okay?"

"You do realize I'm a billionaire, right? I could buy this entire hotel if I wanted." And with that, Tony hung up.

"Was that Fury?" Steve asked.

"Yep. It's time to get to work."

-Super cool time skip-

After cleaning up the room and checking out, the two Avengers started their journey towards the bunker. It was colder than it was the previous day, at an utterly ridiculous -21 degrees Fahrenheit. They both had layers of coats and heated suits, but the wind seemed to find a way in nevertheless.

"Why Fury couldn't have just dropped us off at the bunker is beyond me," Tony grumbled.

"If there are hostiles in the Safehouse, Fury wanted to make sure that they wouldn't see us." Steve reminded him. "A jet isn't very subtle."

Tony couldn't argue with that, and they continued the difficult walk.

Every once and a while he would mutter "Stupid Greenland and their stupid snow."

As the day wore on, the brisk wind picked up and nipped at their noses. Tony found it difficult to talk without his teeth chattering, but he would rather stay silent than show weakness to Steve. At around 3 pm, Tony guessed, the wind suddenly stopped, and the entire world felt still. While he was grateful for the break, he knew winds like that didn't just up and leave. Steve noticed the tense feeling in the air and knelt down in the snow, beginning to dig.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked.

"Creating a shelter," Steve replied, not looking up from the snow. "A windstorm is about to come."

"How do you know that?"

"Have you ever heard the term 'calm before the storm'?"

"Only at the strip club. Are you sure that a wall made of snow will hold?"

"I did it many times during the war."

"But are you sure?"

Steve paused his sculpting and looked up at Tony. "Do you trust me?"

This caught Tony off guard. "What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Um, yes. Yes, I trust you." Tony stuttered.

Steve seemed satisfied with that. "Good, then help me build this."

Tony dropped down next to him and helped him sculpt the snow into a sturdy base. They continued building up until it grew about 3 feet, then turned to the side and did it again. Once all the sides were connected, Steve curved a bit of a roof above them and the two squeezed into their igloo, proud of their work.

And not a moment too soon. The wind quickly picked up and swept through the fjord, picking up all the loose snow it could find. Fortunately, Tony and Steve were safe, bundled together in the hut they had made.

Unfortunately, Tony and Steve were bundled together in the hut they had made.

Tony's face was squished against Steve's shoulder as he sat in a fetal position. He was so embarrassed, he wanted to go out and let the storm take him.

When he closed his eyes, he imagined cuddling with Steve on the couch in the Avengers common room. They would watch a romantic movie, but neither of them would be paying attention. Steve would pull Tony into a passionate kiss, and he would eagerly kiss back. Eventually, the kiss would lead to more, as they led each other to the bed and-

"Tony!"

Tony jerked up. "What?"

"Did you hear me? The storm is over!"

Tony grimaced at his own foolishness. He had to keep himself in the present! Especially when there was a mission to be done.

Steve stood up slowly, knocking their snow shelter down with his head. Tony rose up beside him and smiled at the view.

The wind had calmed down to a mild breeze, and the many feet of snow sat firmly on the ground. Despite the cold, the sun's rays filled the sky and made the snow glisten. It was a sight only to be seen in a painting.

"Wow," Steve breathed, the fog from his breath filling the air.

"Yeah," Tony agreed. "Maybe Greenland isn't so stupid after all."

AN: My researching skills are shit, so if this weather terminology is inaccurate feel free to contact me. In my defense, I'm studying Fim and Video Studios so research is not my forte. A.K.A, I'm just dumb.