Bucky wasn't sure how he felt about the cold. His memories were mixed, some good and some bad. Some of them reminded him of Russia and Hydra. Others reminded him of Brooklyn and Steve. Sometimes he felt like his mind was a warfield that he had to pick through and step carefully just to go about his daily actions.

He watched as the others had their fun, getting a cup of mulled something from Kitty. Cider, maybe?

Reaching down, Bucky made a snowball, turning it over in his hands. "Huh," he murmured. He smiled slightly as he remembered playing in the snow with Steve when they were kids. "Nice job, Asgard. Nice job." If he had to guess, he'd say that Thor and Loki were behind it, but he had no fact to prove it. Either way, he knew Loki could do something nice for people when he wanted to. The idea made him smirk.