Bucky | Peter Quill
Bucky probably would've been way more weirded out if he hadn't had some odd creatures living in the house that was apparently his, too. A pink dog who walked on two feet, a big turtle with a twig on his head, a big fluffy sheep who could shock you, and weirdest of all a loud goat who wore sunglasses all lived there with him, Clint, and Lucky. Yeah. Bucky had seen some weird shit in the last few days. Plus this whole place was weird, wasn't it? It sure as hell wasn't Brooklyn but it still felt like home, so. Whatever. He was just rolling with it at this point and now there was some kind of thing with a skull and a bone and that was just how it was.
"Cubone," he said, and smiled a bit. "He's pretty cool looking, huh?" Because weird as it was, yeah, it was cool. Just like the pink dog and the rest of the zoo he lived with. "I dunno if we'll find any berries in Tony's refrigerator but maybe he could try some cheese. Just a little a first to make sure he doesn't get a belly ache. What do you think, Cubone?" Because if this little guy was anything like the creatures at his house, they kinda understood when you talked to them even if they couldn't talk back.