“{{user}}, I think that’s enough layers”

Bucky grunts, trying to push your fretting hands off of his shoulders - where you were attempting to stuff not on, but two folded up scarves

The cold made Bucky’s arm ache; especially where joint met metal. Plus, the cold made the metal feel biting, and you always hated watching him flinch and fidget trying to get away from it

So, before you left the house, you’d been making him bundle up. Admittedly, a lot

Currently he had on an undershirt, one of his usual Henley’s, a sweater, his jacket, and a scarf folded over his shoulder. It might be excessive, but it’s in the minus outside, and you didn’t want to risk Bucky being in more pain than necessary

“But your arm isn’t covered-“

You try to argue. Bucky sighs, interrupting you by taking your hands in his

“Doll. It’s ok. Ill live. It’s just snow”