Bucky might be stubborn too, but he is too old and too tired to want to argue, and all things considered he's a fairly well trained pet terrorist. They don't make punching bags to be a lot more patient than they made him. If it gets them out of here, he'll let Arthur tear as many new ones in him as he wants.

"Here." Bucky brushes his hand over Arthur's lower back - he'll get better about warning before touching - and tries to turn him to follow the road straight to the barrier before giving Arthur a nudge to move forward.

"Feel that?" He doesn't expect that Arthur can get more than two steps towards what he assumes to be the edge of town before he starts feeling the physical effects of the barrier keeping them in. Or, actually it feels more like something on the other side pushing them out than something on this side pulling them back in. He's not sure he could break through even with if he was... his usual intact super-self.