he who hesitates is toast

He sits where Steve indicates he should, leaning against the back of the couch with his body aligned and his back straight, hands resting lightly on his thighs as he waits, passive, for the questions to follow.

Bucky looks up at Sharon as she asks the first. "Cold." There's no hesitation. "Pain in my arm, what was left of it. I don't know how that part happened exactly. I smashed against a rock, or a cliff face or something - it was big and rough and my arm caught, and, well."

He shrugs. "Cold's what I remember most. It was snowing. The snow was soft, except for the chunks of ice and rock. I lay there and watched it snow for a while. I don't know how long. Two Russian soldiers on patrol found me. They dragged me to an outpost."