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[Something in the pleading tone got to him and he did, warily, shift to look out of the window and open the door, whereupon he was immediately flattened by a large dog that literally knocked him flat on his back and laid out on him to start licking his face. Weight and a sensation that truly wasn't of overseas, that was her emergency training.

For a second Bucky just lay there, tense and confused, but slowly the fog cleared from his mind and-- where was he? Steve's? Why was Steve--]

Shit-- Shit, you're bleeding, I hurt you. Yasha, get off. Get off. Oh shit, oh no--