Flashback

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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?"