Bucky figures he's right. They'll know if it was a bad idea soon enough and it's better here than out there where they could die. Besides, he's definitely had worse ideas work out alright.

He starts to climb the next tree over like it's nothing, pulling himself up easily with his metal arm from one branch to the next without looking back. Once he's high enough, he can see the snow is rushing their way after all, so he keeps climbing until he's high enough that the snow will just move under him if it doesn't uproot the tree.

"Get ready to hold on!" He yells over the roar of the snow.