Summary: there's a surprise new addition to the tiny household the two share.

prompt: post/155632334297/what-if

Bucky and I have been living in Romanian for a little over a year now. It was surprising how fast the two of us had settled in the lives of a
construction worker and a librarian. Though there were problems. I had to sometimes take up hunting down a bounty to make ends meet and Bucky lived in a constant state of paranoia that Hydra would just show up any day to take him back. I hoped that by getting him a puppy it would give him something to take his mind off Hydra and give him this sense of normalcy. Like the little pug pup will remind him that he was no longer a brainwashed soldier of Hydra

" Honey~," I called out the closing the front door the to the apartment we had been shoring for the past five months now," I'm home ."

" In the kitchen .", I hear him call back.

I'm too excited to take off my coat or anything, I also didn't want to let the puppy down because she would ruin the surprise she was supposed to be. So instead I gingerly make my way into the living room which was directly across from the kitchen and was separated by an island. I then stand there with the pug in hands waiting for Bucky to look up from cutting vegetables.

Bucky does look up he does that cute thing when he gets confused and scratches his eyebrows together. Bucky doesn't smile though and this makes a part of my worry. Bucky never smiles much anyway, but I had been wondering on my way here what he would think of the pup. It was a possibility that he wouldn't like her and because he mostly showed only one facial expression it was hard to tell what was going in through his head. Setting down his knife and walking around the kitchen island Bucky's mouth opens a little like he was searching for something to say.

" That's a puppy."

" Yea, " I nod then go on to explain exactly who the pup was," This is one of Tart's daughters. She got knocked up by some wondering casanova, but everyone else thinks it was that stray that hangs out at the park since half a liter looks at him. let me have one ."

He still isn't smiling and I still don't know what was going on through his head. The reaches out his arms as asks me," Can I?"

Smiling I pass the black pug over to him and know that once he holds her he's going to be smitten with her just like I was. Bucky takes the pug and holds It up to his face to examine it. The pug would also like to examine Bucky as she stat to sniff and lick his nose. The sight it adorable

"have you named her?", Bucky asks moving her to lay on his metal arm.

I shake my head," I was going to let you name her since I kind of just sprung this on you ."

The answer was almost automatic as he looks me dead in the eye," Porklette.
I rias e a brow at the name," Pork-let, like the meat?"

Bucky laughs, finally breaks a smile, and shakes his head at me, " No like brunette, but Porklette. When Steve and I used to live in Brooklyn we had this neighbor who had a pug. It was a fat thing named Porker."

" I get and I like it, but she not going to grow up and be fat. I want to raise her to be healthy…" I then add in a more shyly," I'm also glad you liked her ."

" Did you think I wouldn't ?" Bucky scratches being Porklette's little ear to try and stop her from wiggling around.

" It's just hard to tell what you're thinking with the resting bitch face .", I jokingly defend myself.

"She's so cute, and wiggly, and small. She's just like you so of course I'd love her."

'Smooth', I think to myself

" That's good to hear .," I lean up on my tippy toes to kiss him," Now how about we let Poklette down so that she can explore her new home and make sure she doesn't make a mess anywhere as puppies do."