"You look cold," is the first thing Colleen says when she shows up.
"I'm freezing," Misty retorts. She hates winter in New York sometimes. It feels like her left hand is a solid block of ice. The right one, the one she doesn't have anymore, still feels warm, the way hands and feet can get out of balance sometimes, except there's nothing she can do about it anymore. She can't clasp her hands together to warm them.
Instead she pulls off her left glove with her teeth and flexes the fingers to try to get some circulation back into them.
"Here, let me." Colleen closes her hand over Misty's icy fingers. A faint glow starts up under her skin, making the bones of her hand stand out like shadows, and tingling warmth spreads through Misty's fingers until she's warmed through and through.
Colleen lets her go with a grin. "Now I know why Danny's hands were always so warm," she says.
"Show-off," Misty mutters, but she's smiling as she stretches her warmer, limber fingers.
Defenders/Iron Fist, Misty & Colleen, cold hands
"I'm freezing," Misty retorts. She hates winter in New York sometimes. It feels like her left hand is a solid block of ice. The right one, the one she doesn't have anymore, still feels warm, the way hands and feet can get out of balance sometimes, except there's nothing she can do about it anymore. She can't clasp her hands together to warm them.
Instead she pulls off her left glove with her teeth and flexes the fingers to try to get some circulation back into them.
"Here, let me." Colleen closes her hand over Misty's icy fingers. A faint glow starts up under her skin, making the bones of her hand stand out like shadows, and tingling warmth spreads through Misty's fingers until she's warmed through and through.
Colleen lets her go with a grin. "Now I know why Danny's hands were always so warm," she says.
"Show-off," Misty mutters, but she's smiling as she stretches her warmer, limber fingers.