"A good soldier knows how to pick and choose his battles," I counter. Watching Bucky and Toro on the warpath the scant few times we weren't on the battlefield was always something to behold.

Fond memories, but they don't hold a candle to seeing Bucky let go, if just for a second, of everything he carries with him these days. He almost looks like a kid again, with that weight lifted, and though I don't let it affect me outwardly, I have to say: If anything, it reminds me of how daunting a task I have in front of me. Not just getting to know him again, but showing him that he doesn't have to shoulder that weight alone, anymore.