"Let's get a dog."
Four words you thought you'd never hear your boyfriend of three years say.
You sat up from where you'd been curled against him on the sofa and looked at him, shocked. "Seriously?"
Bucky nodded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
You shook your head slowly as you turned to face him. "Well, no offense, babe, but... You don't exactly scream... Dog, person."
Bucky scoffed as he sat up. "And what does that mean?" he pouted as he folded his arms over his chest.
Aw, that's cute. You shook your head as you reached out placed your hand on his knee soothingly. "Nothing, just, I meant... I thought you were more of a, cat, guy." you shrugged.
It was true. You've never once seen Bucky react in anyway towards a dog whenever you've walked through Central Park. But when a cat brushed up against his legs whilst the pair of you were sat outside a coffee shop in Paris, Bucky cracked a smile and let his fingers dangle so they could brush the cats tail. Cat person, right?
Bucky rolled his eyes as he sat back dramatically. "I'd look pretty stupid walking a cat on a lead, wouldn't I?"
You let out a little giggled at the thought of such a bulking man walking down the street with a little white cat by his feet. "You'd look cute but okay." you smiled.
Bucky smiled too as he reached over and took your hand in his. "So, doll can we get a dog?" he asked, smiling softly at you.
You grinned, nodding excitedly. "Only if it's a Labrador."
"Stop! Y/N, stop it!" Bucky glared playfully at you as you tried to take yet another photo of him and your super cute puppy.
"Just,one more." you pouted. "You're just, so damn cuuute, holding Stevie." you giggled as you took another photo.
"Stevie?" Bucky shook his head with a little chuckle. "Why?" he asked as he turned 'Stevie' so he was looking at him.
"C'mon, he looks just like Steve... Cute and small." you grinned.
Bucky raised his eyebrow. "Steve is anything but small."
"But you think he's cute." you pointed your finger at him.
Bucky shook his head as he turned around and began walking into the kitchen, still holding 'Stevie', passing the picture of him and Steve from back in the days that you'd had restored and blown up and given to him as a gift. He eyed the scrawny looking kid stood next to him, in a suit that was too big with his messy blonde hair before looking down to the snoozing pup.
"Okay, so, maybe you are a Stevie." Bucky whispered as he lifted the pup and gently pressed a kiss to his furr. "But you're cuter."
