Bucky smiled at Ace, pleasantly taken by surprise at how quickly she was picking up Russian. It had only been a few hours but she'd already developed a firm grasp of the basics.

"Maybe we should take a break for now?" She suggested.

"Are you sure? We can work on it more, you're doing really well."

"Yes, it'll give my brain time to process everything. I also want to work on my hand to hand skills." He nodded and watched her move over to the punching bag and watched her for a few minutes before chuckling.

"Who taught you how to fight?" She paused and looked at him.

"Uh, well I learned some basics at school. Then the agency taught me a couple of more advanced moves, but Clint and Natasha are the ones who really taught me."

"And it shows." He remarked. "Your moves are good, but they're all hodge-podge. Some are strong and straightforward, others are more graceful and complex. You want to try to combine what you know, make it your own." He stood behind the punching bag and grabbed the sides nodding at her to start. For the next couple hours he helped her work on her moves, correcting her here, commenting on what she could do there.

Bucky stared aimlessly out the window while Ace was in the shower, his walk earlier had been refreshing, taking in the sights of this decade. Everyone seemed to be in a haste to get no where that he could see. He still couldn't recall his past, but he felt that it hadn't been so rushed.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Ace's voice called behind him and he glanced over his shoulder and felt his mouth go dry before turning back out the window. She was standing behind him in nothing but a towel, and the sight spoke to everything that was male in him.

"I was just thinking about how things seem to be so much different now."

"You remember?" She asked, cautiously.

"Not really, it's more of a feeling, like . . .de ja vu, I guess."

"I think I get that . . .maybe." Bucky chuckled, and turned to look at her, only to turn back to the window once again. Was she not aware of how appealing she was like that?

"It's getting late, I think I'm going to go to bed." He informed, then turned and headed to his room trying not to think of the young woman standing behind him in a towel.

Bucky jumped up in a cold sweat, trying to catch his breath, while more nameless faces filled his mind. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, letting the cold from the floor sooth his body, as he braced his head in his hands. Bucky tried to recall something from his dream, but they were all just out of reach.

A cry from outside of the room distracted him, and he slowly got up and made his way into the main room, looking around slightly confused until he heard the same cry from Ace's bedroom. He looked over at her door which was open and slowly approached, peeking in her room Bucky saw her thrashing about. When another cry escaped her he stepped into her room and cautiously reached out and gently shook her arm. She jumped awake panting heavily looking around looking confused.

"Bucky?" Ace said, looking up at him.

"I'm here." He assured. She sat up, catching her breath.

"I hope I didn't wake you."

"You didn't." Bucky replied, standing next to her bed awkwardly. Did he sit and try to comfort her? Did he leave and give her privacy? Why was it that with this young woman he felt so uncertain about his every move?

"I think I'll be ok." She told him, lightly brushing his arm. He nodded and left the room, still feeling unsure on if this was the right thing for him to do. Shaking his head to clear the uncertainty from it, he made his way to the bathroom and started up the shower hoping to clear his own night demons from his mind.