Why are we out here? It's fucking freezing

He grumbled for the twentieth time this evening, his hands shoved in his pockets

I thought you were meant to be the Winter soldier Zemo muttered, Bucky shot him a glare. Sam sighed, waiting for the target.

Bucky glared back at you who was snapping a picture of him.He tried to kick you but Sam tusked at him to stay quiet

Why wait for her to pass when we could go to her? Zemo suggested in his usual creamy tone, for once Bucky agreed with him