hey uhhhhhh I just found out that I failed my math final even though I tried my hardest to do well and I feel like shit so could you write me a cute stevebucky thing?
“I have no idea what you mean,” Bucky said blithely, blocking the kick with an almost bored gesture. Steve’s foot glanced off the gauntlet, and Bucky helped him along, throwing his arm up and sending Steve spinning.
Typically, Steve didn’t stumble, just skidded back a few steps as he brought his hands up in a defensive stance. “You and I both know that’s not true,” Steve said. He raised an eyebrow, somehow managing to look even more like the cocky shit he was, and Bucky rolled his eyes.
“I pet a dog, it’s no big,” Bucky retorted, stomping his foot down on the join between two of the training mats. The corner under Steve’s foot popped up, catching Steve’s attention for long enough that Bucky could step in and take him down with a sweep to his legs. Before Steve could react Bucky straddled his legs, pinning Steve’s shoulders with his left arm.
“There’s dog fur over everything Buck. You’d have to have taken our entire apartment on a walk to achieve that.” Steve didn’t even try to fight back, just clasped one hand over his other wrist. His legs shifted, and it only took a brief glance to see that he’d crossed his legs at the ankle. Asshole. “So, when are you gonna pick it up from Sam’s?”
Bucky sat back, folding his arms across his chest. “I don’t know what you’re on about,” he said for the eighth time since they’d started sparring.
““So,” Steve said, still not moving even though he’d have no trouble now. “If I call Sam and ask him if there’s a dog in his house, he’ll say no? If I knock on his front door there’ll be no barking?”
Bucky’s scowl deepened, and he clenched his fists, but didn’t budge. “He might be dog-sitting for someone else, you never know.”
Steve sighed, finally moving his arms and pushing himself up, bracing himself as he ended up almost nose to nose with Bucky. “I’m not mad. I’d never be. Bring him home?”
Bucky held solid for a moment, then gave in, dropping his head forward until his forehead rested against Steve’s. “Her. I thought you’d be mad.”
A warm arm wrapped around his waist and he felt himself get moved, lifted as though he didn’t weigh a thing and settled a little further back so Steve could sit up fully. “Why would I be? We’ve been talking about it, and you’d only have done it by yourself if there was a good reason.”
“She’s a rescue. They weren’t gonna try to save her. Not enough room for a big dog, they told me.” Bucky’s voice was barely more than a mumble, and he felt Steve’s smile against his cheek.
“You’re too soft for your own good. Do you have a picture?”
“Or… we could go get her?” Bucky offered quietly, pulling his head back to look at Steve. “She’s apparently giving the cats a run for their money.”
Steve snorted, then tapped his hands lightly against Bucky’s hips. Bucky took that as his cue and stood, pulling Steve to his feet as well. “I was gonna tell you,” Bucky said quietly. “I was just… waiting.”
“For what?” Steve asked with a grin. “Were you planning on punching me into a good mood first?” He pressed a kiss to Bucky’s cheek then headed for the locker rooms, glancing over his shoulder when he realised Bucky wasn’t following.
“You’re really not mad?” Bucky asked again, and Steve’s face softened a little.
“Not at all Buck. If she makes you happy then I’m happy.”
Bucky hesitated a little, fingers catching the hem of his shirt, twisting. “You haven’t seen her yet.”
“Whatever it is,” Steve said confidently, “We’ll get along just fine.”
“Bucky,” Steve started, eyes locked with the happy brown eyes that were even with his own. “This isn’t a dog. This is a giant.”
“She likes you!” Bucky said instead of answering directly, snapping his fingers. The big dog dropped back to the floor and sat, tail thumping against the carpet. “Her name is Sofia. Well, that’s what the shelter called her, I’m working on something else.”
Steve stared at the dog in front of him. “Is she fully grown?” He asked.
Bucky grinned up at Steve, crouching next to the dog and ruffling the fur behind her ears. “Probably? Maybe not. We’ll find out!”