mr. bucket; buckets of fun (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sgt_barnesjb) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
If anyone asked Bucky, he'd definitely say he deserved a punch to the jaw. Worse, even. Hell, he'd even told Stark at the bar if he'd killed him out of revenge for his parents' deaths, he would've been entirely justified for it and he did believe that. Because despite all the procedures he'd undergone to have HYDRA removed from his head, that didn't take away everything the Winter Soldier had done. And as he'd told Steve when his friend said what'd he'd done wasn't him -- he'd still done it. They needed someone to blame. So yes, he knew he deserved some hits. But tonight, it was Stark who'd deserved it but Bucky had refrained. Probably for the best. He didn't need Danvers' super punches knocking his teeth out.
"Yeah, I have--" Before he could talk about his herd of goats -- which was just as well -- he heard Barton calling for the world's best dog. The sight of Lucky actually did make Bucky smile. He loved dogs. There'd been a brief time on the rare occasion he'd actually opened up some of his issues to Sam who'd been in counselor mode and it'd been suggested Bucky might do well with a psychiatric service dog for his anxiety and depression, but they'd not really gotten the chance to do much exploration on the matter.
"Oh wow, hi Lucky," he said. Bucky knelt so he could be on the dog's level and could be sniffed properly. "I'm Bucky. So we rhyme. Which means we're gonna be friends."