Son of a Witch

It felt almost strange to be back on his own two feet, and Billy laughed a little as he shook off some of the snow that had built up during the jog, the ends of his hair curling. Bucky had protected him from the worst of it, but he was definitely damp. He shrugged off Bucky's jacket and his cloak, both weighed down with melted snow, and nodded as he looked himself over.

"A bit," he confirmed. One side of him at least