Steve had been making his weekly grocery run before getting caught in the storm. It had been perfectly fine out when he'd left, if not cold and windy and dear god did he hate the weather. It wasn't even that bad when he left the store!

Sure the wind was picking up, but he had only made it about half a mile when the snow made it impossible to see and he could feel the cold stabbing him in his lungs. Nope. Nope nope nope.

Steve ducks into what looks to be a bus stop shelter and jabs at the button to turn the heater on. The little red light above him makes him sigh in relief, but it's barely working.