Bucky laughed a little louder, because the name thing was kind of funny. Immature maybe, but funny.

"You get to be in charge of scavenging anything useful from in here," Bucky replied. Not that they'd luck into full camping gear, but he'd be happy with just a flashlight. Or even a few spare cloaks, just to keep the snow off. Still, he didn't expect Billy to help with the pushing, would rather keep him away from the edge of the ridge. Even Bucky's anticipated destination didn't feel safe enough, though the storm worked in their favor at least.

"We'll be fine once we get there," he tried to reassure. "Gonna keep you safe."