Short update!

I'm really sorry I haven't done much with this story lately guys but with school starting back up I don't have much time. I'll try and update when I can!

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"What are you going to call her?" Steve asked, glancing away from the bag of Puppy Chow he was reading. Bucky was sitting on the couch (a rare occurrence) and lightly petting the pup with his right hand. She rolled onto her back and let out small grunts and growls, attempting to nip his fingers each time he stroked her. Bucky didn't reply, but by now Steve was used to the other mans silence. Steve usually had one sided conversations that involved him speaking and Bucky (sometimes) listening quietly.

"You have to give her a name so that we can start training her." Steve continued as he poured a scoop of food into the yellow dog bowl they had picked up on the ride home. He set the bowl on the ground and when the puppy heard the ceramic tap the tile floor, she scrambled off of his lap to investigate. Steve filled an identical bowl with water and set it down next to the bowl of kibble, which she was now nibbling on.

"How about you think about it?" Steve asked, leaning against the counter and peering into the dark living room at Bucky. The dark haired man nodded, then turned his attention to the puppy again. Steve gazed at his friend a moment longer before sighing softly and straightening up. He wasn't sure whether this had been a good idea or not.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

The Solider didn't reply, but continued to watch the pup quietly.

Bucky could not seem to take his eyes off of the animal. About an hour had passed since Steve had gone to bed, and Bucky had since moved to his room, taking the dog with him. He was sitting on the bed with his legs criss-crossed and the puppy sleeping in his lap. He watched her now, as she twitched in her sleep, and felt something akin to peace flow over him.

She had been unable to jump on the bed, and so she had sat on the floor, watching him. When he looked away from her, she had yipped sharply, causing him to jump. When he had returned his attention upon her, she seemed to have a demanding heir around her, and Bucky knew instantly she wanted up with him. He had scooped her up gently with his right arm, careful not to touch her stitches in-case they were still tinder. She had curled up in his lap immediately and fallen asleep.

Now he sat completely still for fear of awakening her. Her small grunts and twitches made him smile. He also had the strangest unfamiliar feelings that accompanied this animal. Every time he looked at her his chest seemed to fill with warmth. The impulse to lay his hands upon the tiny creature was great. This was different than the usual impulse to touch someone Bucky usually got though. Other times it was to cause them pain or to kill them. This was a more gentle feeling. This was one of kindness and nurturing that was almost alien to the Soldier. Although...he swore he could remember a time... a time when there was another, another person he thinks, he had this same feeling for.

Then the man, a familiar face, entered his mind. Slightly smaller than he was now, but there all the same. Memories involving this man began to flow, and it was like watching a movie right before his eyes. It wasn't until after the episode faded he realized he had been clutching the sheets in his fists. A wave of determination crashed over him and then he knew; He had to get better. He had to. For the first time in almost seventy years, Bucky was sure he could beat the Winter Solider.

For the man in his slowly returning memories.

For the man on the other side of the wall.