Connie delivered several punches to the punching bag hanging on the wall. She had since purchased a new one since Bucky had destroyed the last one, and the one she had purchased was much stronger than the previous one, though she doubted it would be able to fully withstand the full brunt force of one of their blows. It was the least of her worries at the moment, however. All she was focused on was getting back into the game; she'd been out for far too long and it was aggravating her.

Connie's abdominal wound was finally healed, and although the wound itself wasn't healed completely, it was healed enough for her to begin physical activity. Her fractured wrist had healed about a week ago, so that had been another factor as to why she hadn't been able to exert herself physically.

One thing Connie absolutely despised was being physically unable to fight or protect herself and the ones around her. Back then, something like this definitely wouldn't have been a very big deal, as she hadn't been so dependent on such a thing. The fight was all that she knew now, and not being able to partake in it bothered her so much more than it should have.

"Someone's healed up quite nicely," Bucky's voice sounded from behind Connie.

Connie let out a breath and delivered a final blow to the punching bag before turning around to face him. "I have, thank you for noticing," she replied as she moved to grab her bottle of water from its spot on the floor.

"I assume you're feeling better then?" Bucky added, his face falling slightly.

Connie narrowed her eyes at him, her mind instantly flashing to their time together on the helicarrier. She knew that was what he was thinking about, but she was so tired of him feeling guilty about something that was out of his control, even if that something included hurting her and Steve. "Why don't I show you?"

"Wait, what?"

"You're wearing the proper workout clothes, and truthfully, I've been waiting for a rematch," Connie said to him with a smirk on her face.

Bucky shook his head quickly and backed away from her. "I don't want to hurt you, Connie."

"I wouldn't stress about it," Connie assured him. "You and I were trained under the same organization and the same protocols, so it'll be a pretty evenly matched fight."

"Are you forgetting what happened the last time we fought?" Bucky asked with a raised brow. "I almost killed you."

Connie cocked her head to the side and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, but you weren't you and I was emotionally compromised, so it'll be okay. If anyone should be worried about anyone, it should be me worrying about you."

Bucky scoffed. "And why's that?"

"I just told you I've been waiting for a rematch," Connie replied as she ripped her gloves from her hands and threw them to the floor. She looked to Bucky to see a rather perturbed expression on his face and she smirked again. "Don't worry, I won't be too hard on you."

Bucky sighed and shook his head at her. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was more than serious about sparring with him, and he highly doubted he would be able to get out of it; it was hard for him to deny her much of anything as of lately.

Bucky took a fighting stance and Connie ran at him. She kicked her leg up in an attempt to strike his side, but he blocked her with his metal arm, while swinging his free arm at her. Connie quickly spun around to grab his arm, and once she did, she raised her knee and connected it with his lower abdomen, which sent him doubling over slightly. Connie spun around and landed a kick to his face, sending the soldier to the floor.

"You're a lot stronger than I remember you being," Bucky stated as he stood back up.

Connie shrugged, "That's because I was holding back before."

This time Connie's emotions weren't holding her back, so she wasn't necessarily worried about hurting him. She knew he could take a few hits and be perfectly fine, and she could do the same as well. Harming him and/or being harmed by him was the least of her worries.

"Now, are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come at me?"

Bucky rolled his eyes at her and started toward her, wasting no time at all in continuing their sparring session.

After evading a kick to the face and a blow to the side, Connie somersaulted across the floor and spun her leg around, knocking Bucky off of his feet once again.

"Dammit," Bucky grumbled from his spot on the floor. "I figured you'd be the rusty one, but that's clearly not the case."

Connie giggled and held a hand out to him, which he happily took. She pulled him to his feet and crossed her arms over her chest. "I think you've had enough for the day," Connie mused.

"We've only been doing this for seven minutes," Bucky remarked.

"Exactly," Connie chuckled.

"Then why don't we do something I wanna do," Bucky suggested as he grabbed her arm.

"Like what?"

Bucky shrugged and began pulling her out of the workout room. "Watch old movies and talk about our likes and dislikes. I've been in this house with you for about a month and I feel like I know nothing about you, or at least I don't know as much as I used to."

"Talking about myself sounds like a blast," Connie muttered as Bucky pulled her into the loft.

She walked over to the couch and plopped down, propping her feet onto the coffee table in front of her. Bucky sat down beside her and switched on the television, though before he could get too far, Connie grabbed the remote and began navigating her way through the channels. She scrolled through for several seconds before stopping on Gone With the Wind, which she recalled being one of Bucky's favorite movies from back in the day.

"Nice choice," Bucky complimented.

"You always made me watch this with you," Connie chuckled lightly.

Bucky looked at the TV screen with narrowed eyes before looking back to Connie. "For some reason, I feel as if you dislike this movie."

"I do," Connie confirmed. "It was just so overrated to me."

"Then what is your favorite movie?" he asked with a small smile on his face.

"Back then it was—"

"'Snow White,'" Bucky blurted out.

Connie laughed and nodded her head. "Someone remembers, but yeah, that's it."

"What about now?"

"I'm really enjoying the Hunger Games Saga and all of the Disney movies they've released," she answered and pulled her feet onto the couch with her.

Bucky furrowed his brows. "What's the Hunger Games? Is it a bunch of movies about food?"

"It's really hard to explain," Connie told him. "I'll have to show them to you sometime."

"I would like that."

"What are some things you like?" Connie inquired, a small smile on her face.

Bucky shrugged and began nervously playing with his hands. Truthfully, he wasn't sure what he liked or what he could like. Everything he knew from back then was either gone or unavailable in some way, and he'd barely had any time at all to discover anything in the 21st century. All he had really done in the 21st century was wreak havoc. "I like you and I like Steve, but that's really all that I can think of. I haven't been exposed to much of anything in this century except chaos."

Connie frowned and grabbed his hand. "Then I guess we're gonna have to change that. By the way, I like you, too."

"I would hope so, otherwise what I'm about to do is going to be really awkward," Bucky breathed out as he moved closer to her.

"And what might that be?"

Bucky only grinned and pressed his lips to hers, pulling away after several seconds. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, eliciting a giggle from the small brunette. He pressed his forehead to hers and squeezed her a tad bit tighter, his bright blue eyes scoping out every single feature of her face.

It had just hit him as to how truly beautiful he believed her to be; he didn't think he had ever seen any one person that held such beauty, not even in his past life. Her makeup-less face was absolutely flawless, her lips were so pink and so full, her eyes were the most entrancing shade of brown he'd ever seen, and her chocolate brown hair was just as perfect as he remembered. Everything about Connie now seemed to enthrall Bucky, and he welcomed the feeling.

"Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?" Bucky mused.

Connie smiled widely and squeezed him tighter in her arms. "You used to say that to me all the time, Bucky."

"I know," he said to her, a grin pulling at the corner of his lips. "Every single day I'm remembering more and more, Con; I see you all the time inside my head, and I see Steve as well. I also see a good majority of our memories together, all of which seem to be doing an excellent job at improving my mood. I see the moment I met you, the moment I held you in my arms while you cried about your adoptive parents, the moment I finally saw that beautiful smile of yours, and so much more. You're bringing me back, Connie, if you haven't already."

"You brought me back, too, Bucky," Connie said with a quiet laugh. "I used to keep everything bottled up inside me—my feelings, my thoughts, my everything. It was because I was in so much pain trying to live with everything that had happened to me and trying to live without you, but now you're here and I don't need to hide anymore. I'm not in pain anymore, and it's because of you."

Bucky planted a gentle kiss onto her lips and pulled away again. "Would now be an appropriate time for you to promise me that you'll always be my girl? I know enough to know that I don't want anyone else but you, Connie."

Connie laughed as the memory of the night at the Stark Expo played inside her mind and she shook her head. "No, it definitely would not be, because I know enough as well to know I don't want anyone else but you, Bucky. It's been that way for the past seventy years, and it won't change."

"Good," Bucky breathed out. "I'm gonna hold you to that, Constance Mae."

"I would expect nothing less, Sergeant."