#multi hcs

BUCKY

specifically is drawn to terrors. i cannot help but imagine him w a chihuahua or pom. imagine bucky just walking around with a little ball of hell in his arm. he’s half asleep. they both just woke up at the same time but from the minute her eyes open she is ready to go. he pours his cereal w little feral teeth chewing on his tiddie

that one dog that will scream up hell whenever you walk by? you know the one? she melts into a soft little puddle with him. she will sit on his shoulder, on his head, sprawled in his lap.

it isn’t that he chooses chaos incarnate in dogs... but..look at that face... look at her wild eyes. what If no one adopts her? being loud is no reason to be alone! sometimes when she barks so much at nothing he screams back. or he says. honey i hear it but there’s no one there!!it’s okay. I love you—there’s no in between

there is something to be said...we are all thinking it. Bucky does not like at all to hear a dog or any creature referred to as a monster. there is no irredeemable animal. in some alternate timeline, bucky rehabs fight dogs.

does he care about training? yes. in as far as it matters for the dogs health and behavior and such. he has a voice^tm. she knows when it’s time to listen and time to stop. she knows when to go quiet. for their safety she has to. she is trained in ways that are necessary...

...but he will not try to make his little hurricane docile or extra calm in her day to day temperament, he would rather laugh at her trying to bite through metal when his arm shifts

STEVE

he is... the humble and righteous pet owner. easy “alpha” so to speak. the sort of guy that gets instant respect from animals and trains them well. you’ve given that one rottie treats for five years straight? unimportant. he would rather run around with Steve until the sun sets after meeting him ONCE

I really don’t know much about dogs but I could totally see him with one of those herding breeds, a breed that requires a lot of stimulation and mental challenge. his dog goes on runs, would fetch the paper, does tricks and the works

in some alternate timeline, Steve has a farm and wakes to do farm chores w his little son. there’s an agility course Steve built by hand the length of his land, and baby mushes into a pile of tenderness seeking belly rubs when Steve gets proud at the end

steve has ENTIRE conversations with him. you’ll wake up from a nap and wonder who the HELL is he talking to. the dog. “are you kidding me buddy? every time I come to the fridge you know you can’t look at me like you’ve never eaten in your life. im serious!”—

steve is the kind that had a strict no dogs in the bed rule, but two weeks in had no pillow to his name and a tail wrapped around his neck in the night. he starts old fashioned. he’s the kind to even say... yes we need a dog for security purposes and such...yes very practical but it’s just a dog. you beg him for the dog but overnight he ends up being Steve’s angel, following each time he goes outside

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