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[uso_3]

It's a rare moment of quiet. They're well behind friendly lines for once, not relaxed so much as taking a breath to recover. The Commandos are off taking advantage of their limited R 'n' R time in Spain before they start towards Paris to help the resistance, Dugan leading the way through every bar he and other others can find. Steve, on the other hand, has decided to stay behind and look in on his best friend and right hand man. Which is a joke right now, considering Bucky's left arm only now just got out of a sling.

"How ya feelin', Buck?" He leans against the door frame, not bothering to knock because they'd stopped knocking when they were ten or so. He feels uncommonly cheery; they haven't had any time to themselves in months. Maybe years, Steve's lost count. "Think you'll ever pitch again?"

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He'd been laying back, eyes tracing the ceiling as his good arm propped up his head, but he turned his attention to his best friend and captain instead when the Steve started speaking.

He smirked and raised the bandaged left arm up in front of him as if inspecting it. "Dunno, you know, it might just fall off despite all the tender, loving care. But I pitch with my other arm, so it doesn't really matter."

He sat up, smirk only growing wider. "Of course, it really shouldn't matter cause--Captain America or not--I'm gonna bet you still can't swing a bat worth a damn."