"Ah, let's see," he says, apparently willing to answer the question. He looks thoughtful. "There's Nadya, she's got a black spot on her back. Francine, she's all gray. Oh, and Margot; she's black and white, kinda like those farm cows they used to plaster pictures of on the milk bottle advertisements." The names are pretty old-fashioned sounding, by modern ears. So maybe it's not a shock that Bucky would think to give the goats names that remind him of home.

He doesn't seem aware of Steve's internal thoughts, his gaze flitting around the room every once in a while, just making sure it's secure. Old habits die hard, even if this is his home. He looks down at Steve, smiling. "I'll take you to meet them after you've healed. Serum'll have you back to normal in a couple'a days at most." It would be nice to have Steve in his hut instead, under the blankets on the floor mat, instead of a hospital bed.

"Crash at my place for a while. It'll be fun, like old times."