"I bought you a cat" Bucky
I gotta admit, I died laughing when I saw this.
Bucky stared back and forth between you and the small plastic crate. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head in confusion.
“Why?” He asked blinking at you.
“I went to a shelter today to do some volunteer work and I met this little guy and he reminded me of you so I got him for you.” You smiled at him.
“A cat, reminded you of me?” He tilted his head the other direction.
“Yes, he’s anti-social just like you. You guys should get along great. I even bought you a litter box and toys!” You held up the plastic bag in your other hand.
You set the crate down and opened the door so Bucky’s new little furry friend could explore the room. He poked his little black head out and looked around before gingerly stepping one paw outside then darting under Bucky’s bed.
“See, he’s already making himself at home!” You took out the supplies and set everything up as Bucky just continued to stare at you. “Have fun you guys!”
- One Week Later -
“How’s the cat?” You looked at Bucky from across the counter before taking a sip of your coffee.
“His name is Sam.” He didn’t bother looking up at you.
“Why?” You tried to hold back a giggle.
“Because he’s an asshole.” Bucky replied.
Nat spit out her coffee all over Steve as you died laughing. Sam threw his hands in the air, clearly offended by Bucky’s statement. Bucky nonchalantly cleaned up his plate throwing it in the sink before walking off to his room, Sam right on his heels.
“That’s not cool man! You can’t do shit like that!” Sam yelled.
“I’m gonna train him to hunt Red Wing next!” That was the last thing you heard before Bucky’s bedroom door slammed shut.