[ The cold is biting, but Bucky can handle it better than most people. Still, he's layered up with a parka and mittens and a scarf over the lower half of his face. It's the wind that bites more than the cold, anyway.
Really, what makes Bucky pause is the suddenness of the cold. Going from the station to this is a shock and he can't imagine how some of the others are getting hit with that.
In fact, the words almost startle him back into focus. ]
Ready.
[ He takes her hand with his right, careful even with the mittens on to touch people with the flesh hand. Over the parka, he's got a big pack and his M249 SAW slung over his left shoulder. ]
the march
Really, what makes Bucky pause is the suddenness of the cold. Going from the station to this is a shock and he can't imagine how some of the others are getting hit with that.
In fact, the words almost startle him back into focus. ]
Ready.
[ He takes her hand with his right, careful even with the mittens on to touch people with the flesh hand. Over the parka, he's got a big pack and his M249 SAW slung over his left shoulder. ]
Let's do this.