“Most things don’t do well in the cold,” Jack calls, because that’s what Jack does. The man is infuriatingly reckless, though Bucky might understand if he knew why. Calling attention to himself is harmless, for the most part. He and Gabe can handle whatever it is that’s upstairs.

Bucky…. Maybe not so much.

Since the other two insist on going with him, Jack is going to switch from playing Captain to playing Uncle. His breath puffs out as he strides up the metal staircase in regulation RAF boots and the coat he wears under the parka billows out with each footfall.

Now, he should be concerned that there are no bodies here. Torchwood Five had been irradiated by the explosion that closed their Rift and as far as Jack knew, they’d all died. He is, however, more concerned by the voices upstairs.

“How’d you fellas get up here,” he continues as he turned into the research lab.