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The Body Heat Meme
THE BODY HEAT MEME

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.
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His suit is running on its last power reserves - he'll have just enough juice to make it back to Earth. This universe is close enough to his own that Terran geography and geology should be about the same, and if he's right, that'll be his ticket home. The same arctic kylight deposit that had saved his life ten years ago will recharge his suit and the dimensional shunter, and he'll be on his way without anyone in this universe the wiser. If everything goes according to plan.
Nothing in Tony's life has ever gone according to plan.
First of all, there's a brutal winter storm sitting over the arctic circle, and it's wreaking all kinds of hell on his sensors. He's triangulated his target location by hacking into some GPS satellites, but once he gets into the thick of it, he'll be flying blind.
Second of all, some asshole had the bright idea to fly a goddamn plane through the storm, which Tony could not have been reasonably expected to anticipate, given how incredibly stupid that is, so really, none of this is his fault and he shouldn't be blamed.
The thing had come out of nowhere, and with no warning and almost no power left, Tony hadn't been able to avoid it. Fortunately, the collision is glancing, so rather than exploding dramatically, both suit and plane are able to go into a controlled crash.
"Well, that's just great," Tony grumbles as he wallows his way out of a snowbank. "There's nothing I love more than sightseeing in the fucking Arctic."
The visibility is shit, but he'd managed to land close enough to the plane that he can see its outline through the whipping snow. He trudges over to it. "Huh," he says, when he reaches the downed jet. "SHIELD showing up where they shouldn't and making my life complicated. Guess some things are universal constants." He bangs on the hangar door. "Knock knock! Let me in! I'm definitely not a parasitic shapeshifting alien!"
Whoever's inside won't be able to hear his words over the storm, but that's probably for the best. He really needs to stop quipping with pop culture references. It's always awkward when people don't get it.
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The plane going down over a snowfield though - that brings back some bad memories. Really bad memories and the overlap of them is enough to make him swear something through his teeth as he tries to keep himself in the present so he can land the plane and hopefully walk away from this one.
He can't spend another century in ice. He's not sure his mind is up to it.
There's no water on impact though. They make planes sturdier than they used to, or maybe SHIELD just gives him one with a lot of cockpit shielding but he manages to not end up buried in snow and so he can unhook his safety harness and actually walk away from this one. Kind of. The floor of the plane is on a slant and he has to brace himself on the overhead struts as he moves. The beacon is going off so he should expect pick up - except he knows the storm plays havoc with that kind of thing and so he's not expecting pickup soon. And he needs to go find out what he hit, because it had to be fairly hard to ground a SHIELD plane. He's just slapped his shield on his back and pulled on his helmet when he hears a banging at the door.
And that's not reassuring at all.
Neither are the words that come next.
So Steve lets himself out the escape hatch on the other side of the plane, counting on the all but lousy visibility of the storm for some cover and starts to work his way around to the other side. Hopefully whoever's knocking on his door will keep doing it, or try to get in to see who's inside.
He's really going to have to stop flying planes over snow though. This is becoming a habit he doesn't want.
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He has to make sure, though. If there's someone in there and they're injured, it's his fault, and he can't just walk away. Despite all the awkward questions it would save. He bangs on the door again. "Hello? You okay in there?" He turns up the speakers on his armor, though he's not sure if even that will be enough to make him heard over this damn wind.
He waits. Still no answer. Before he resorts to cutting through the hangar door, Tony decides to check out the cockpit. A quick peek inside should tell him what he's dealing with. He starts walking around the plane - and nearly walks right into the pilot. Well, at least they're not dead.
"Oh. Wow. Hey. Sorry about your plane. Jeez, does SHIELD not issue parkas anymore? You're going to freeze to death, man."