hey there :D How do you feel about writing stucky fanfiction? if you're okay with that, I'd suggest something sweet, perhaps with a touch of angst with a puppy thrown in the mix?
((Stucky fanfiction is honestly a best case scenario for me!!! :D I’m just doing short prompt fills right now so I don’t know if I can flesh out the angst, but let's find out)
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“Hey, Buck?”
The call came from downstairs. Bucky’s eyes flickered up, wary for a moment before he parsed out the tone in Steve’s voice. Not urgent. Questioning, maybe. Bucky was still working on recognizing and responding to emotions appropriately. “Coming.” He responded, standing up from where he’d been carefully cleaning his weapons and heading downstairs.
Steve stood just inside the doorway, his body language odd. He was leaning to the side, eyebrows slightly raised, neck craned to see into around the corner. He was watching something in the kitchen, and Bucky felt his body prickle with tension. “Steve?” His voice was low and guarded, metal fingers flexing at his side as though preparing for a fight.
Steve’s eyes flickered to Bucky and then back around the doorway. “Hey, so....I acquired something today-”
Not an intruder then. Bucky’s shoulders relaxed for just a second before he heard an off-beat skittering of dull nails on tile and his eyes flashed to Steve who made a calming gesture as he eased down to his knees.
As Steve held out a hand, making a soft clicking sound with his tongue, a hearty, round little yellow lab puppy tumbled out of the kitchen. He had bright, brown eyes, a wet nose, and only three legs. His front left ended in a stump just below the shoulder joint, and Bucky frowned, approaching cautiously. “A dog?” He asked, reserved, as had become normal for him.
“A puppy,” Steve responded, scooping the squirmy little thing up with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind, but....I thought maybe you’d like some company when I’m out on missions....” Bucky hadn’t been back from long, and for the most part, he stayed right here in Steve’s home. Thinking. Remembering. Adjusting to having the right to comfort and safety. Adjusting to other people was a hurdle for a different day.
