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Dick stumbled over the snow, his legs too numb to care about the bruise on his calls, Slade pulled him up harshly, dragging him a few feet away before Dick fell again, Midnighter ran back to pull him up, the insulated suit cold against his skin, he cried when the hand slipped over the bare skin, the touch of the ice feeling too much like a burnt, Dick hissed at the hand under his knees, cradled for the rest of the walk.
"We need to stop; he is developing hypothermia."
Midnighter wrapped him on his jacket, better than the t-shirt and pants he was wearing, still, the snow kept falling, making it harder to walk, Slade looked back at them, huffing when he saw Dick's feet, his fingers poking under the bandages, the skin was grey, in the first stages of frostbite.
"We need to get to the cabin," was Slade's answer, as he walked fast over the snow, reaching the height of his calves, M just huffed, carrying Dick.
If it wasn't for Dick, he would have never worked with Midnighter, Slade didn't like to think about Midnighter, to be honest, and a flare of jealousy always sparked on his chest when the kid talked about him, batting his eyelashes and looking far away from Slade with dreamy eyes. He never acted on it, knowing how happy Dick was with M.
"Door," Dick said, dragging the words.
"Someone used an EMP, I can't use them."
Dick just lolled his head, eyes fluttering trying too hard to stay open, Slade looked back and walked faster, he only had a thin shirt, wet from the melted snow, his pants were turned to shreds and blood cacked the clothes, Midnighter brushed the hair away from his forehead, unusually soft on his movements.
The cabin was small, but they were trapped in the storm, and the little place gave them some coverage, he had food and fuel stocked, perfect to spend the night, he pushed the door open, they scanned the little cabin, barely a room, the separation between the bathtub and the bed was a small curtain, the stove was close to the bed.
Midnighter left Dick on the bed, still wrapped on the jacket, Slade started the fire and went outside to pick snow in a pot to heat, inside, he found Dick on his underwear, some hot packs on neck, chest, and groin, Midnighter also got rid of his clothes, piled up at the feet of the bathtub, he was on the bed, holding Dick from behind, arms around his waist, whispering things on his ear, tracing kisses on his back.
"Submerge your feet," Slade told him, taking the simmering water out of the stove, he took the bandages, sighing at the cold skin, "and the next time you tell someone you have frostbite."
"I didn't know!"
Midnighter barked a laugh while he helped Dick to dry his feet, dressing the wound again, he dragged the boy to the bed, trapped under all the blankets and comforters they had on the cabin.
Slade threw away his clothes, rolling his eye at Dick's puppy eyes, hands extended at him, he ignored Midnighter's mocking grin and took off his shirt, diving under the covers.
He caressed Dick's hair, the head buried on the pillow, using Slade's arm to support his neck, chest pressed together, he felt M's hands over Dick's waist, and the heat of his body warmed the kid's back, he looked calm, just holding Dick closer.
"The next time you can get us trapped in a resort all things paid," whispered Midnighter.
"Shut up,"
"At least this time we have a bed."
"Shut up."
"It's your fault we are here, I can mock as much as I want."
Maybe Dick was right, being with Midnighter wasn't that bad, after all.