Bucky Barnes (bleedtowin) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2015-12-26 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes, clint barton, steve rogers |
Who: Bucky, Clint, later Steve. Also Moo
Where: Bucky's place in 8.
When: A few days after Clint's anniversary crapfest.
What: Clint brings Bucky a present. Drug use, mentions of prostitution and fake domestic violence and the usual child murder and violence discussions. This is a very cheerful game. But mostly kitten?
Bucky had no idea what Clint was thinking, but he'd watched the video of the fuzzy little one eyed thing licking its own paws five times, so he'd kind of given up arguing.
A lot of things had gotten buried along the way since the Arena. But Bucky Barnes had been pretty well known as a sucker for little things, once upon a time. Around fifteen he was the kid parents could leave their kids around and know they'd be watched, or ask to look after their babies. (And he might just show up if one of his mom's friends HAD a baby, because they were cute.) Most people didn't have a lot of extra money for pets, but Bucky would have been just as easy for kittens and puppies, given a chance, probably. So Clint bringing over a static cling fuzzball with one eye - he was a goner.
Bucky had kept to 8 and avoided the Capitol since Clint's anniversary fiasco, and luckily he hadn't gotten called out for anything to have to really face the music. He wasn't in a hurry to, but he couldn't stick here forever, either. For now was good. He'd done a lot of bad-novel reading.
Becca was out and when Bucky went to let Clint in, Bucky's mother, Winnifred, surprised him by being a little more animated than she usually was with Clint. She offered him tea and knew who he was. Apparently, she watched his show sometimes. She forgot to finish the tea, and went back up to her room to nap - but it was more than she usually got. And Clint was smiley and cheerful enough that he was either a much better fake than Bucky gave him credit for, or he was drunk as hell. Except he wasn't slurring, or stumbling, so Bucky didn't think that was it either.
Bucky didn't know that Clint actually wanted tea anyway. But he finished getting the tray, since it was half done, and then they took over the back sitting room, with the door they could close in case Becca came home. Bucky tried to say, again, that he didn't need a kitten - or a cow - but about ten minutes in, he was slouched into the sofa with a tiny black kitten on his chest. It was purring madly and poking at his chin with little needle claws, her one good eye half closed. "You're an asshole," Bucky said, for the fifth time. It was unclear if he was talking to her or to Clint. He scratched behind tiny ears with the fingers of his right hand.
He winced as she started kneading at his chin instead, but didn't actually try to move her. Because it was cute. "I'm gonna name her Moo," Bucky informed Clint. "And when she hates it here, you take her back." He peered over the tiny dark triangle of her ear. "You look like you're doing ... okay." Good, considering, actually.