[ You know what's not a lot of fun at all? Trying to gather kindling that isn't soaking wet. You know why? 'Cause it's all soaking wet! Most of what he can find that's usable is under the umbrella of snow covering the trees. Some branches are still untouched.

But while walking back with his armful of cut branches, his foot catches on something hard and very clearly not snow. Probably a rock, but looking back it sure ain't colored like one. Bucky scrapes a bit more snow off the surface and pulls out a small emergency case. What he finds inside is glorious. ]

Ohh thank you sweet, sweet monitor, whichever one you might be. You are probably handsome with a beautiful golden heart.