A little chibi doodle I did last night. not sure what is going on, but whatever it is, Toro is more happy about it than Bucky.
Bucky had been trying to start a fire for hours. His flint had been lost in the scramble back to neutral territory, the cork in the bottle of matches had come out, soaking them all and the ground was all wet from drizzle.
They had been separated from the others, and Bucky made no attempt to rein in his snappy, angry attitude while he lamented being stuck with the useless torch.
Toro’s expression hadn’t changed,
not the first time he tried to speak and got cut off, nor the fifth time.
Finally, he realized talking to Bucky wasn’t going to work, so he reached inside the felled tree and tugged out moss and dead leaves, crunching and dry, and broke the side of the log so the smoke could still vent and made a nest, then sent a little spark in despite being fairly damp himself.
And he looked down with a bright, proud grin.
Bucky still hasn’t quite gotten over it.