Daniel hated snowstorms. He'd liked em okay when he was a kid, but when he was a kid, he could go inside. He could warm up next to the radiator and watch his scarf steam up as it dried. He could drink soup or hot chocolate.
He couldn't go inside in Europe. Even if he could have found a building that wasn't bombed, it wouldn't be safe. It'd probably already be occupied, too. So that meant he was almost always bone-deep cold, bone-deep tired, and bone-deep hungry. It had left him with a permanent dislike of heavy snow and cold, even before he'd gotten hit. Crutches in the snow were not a cakewalk.
When he finally made it to the South Village Inn, he headed straight for the giant fireplace. There was someone else in front of it already, but it was a big fireplace. They could share.
Daniel Sousa | Agent Carter (Marvel) | Snow Blind
He couldn't go inside in Europe. Even if he could have found a building that wasn't bombed, it wouldn't be safe. It'd probably already be occupied, too. So that meant he was almost always bone-deep cold, bone-deep tired, and bone-deep hungry. It had left him with a permanent dislike of heavy snow and cold, even before he'd gotten hit. Crutches in the snow were not a cakewalk.
When he finally made it to the South Village Inn, he headed straight for the giant fireplace. There was someone else in front of it already, but it was a big fireplace. They could share.