"It's a cat," Steve says, staring down at the shaggy white feline. "Why do we have a cat?" He drops his tact pack into the closet beside the door where they keep their mission things. Squatting, he motions at it with his fingers. It hisses and dashes behind the kitchen counter where his two soulmates are making dinner.

"We do not have a cat," Skye tells him indignantly.

He eyes the white cat whose tail is curled around Skye's ankle. "I'm pretty sure that's a cat." Steve glances at Bucky who only gives a long, loud sigh.

"We do not have a cat," Bucky clarifies. "We have two cats."

"Two cats!?" Steve hiked his eyebrows at sullen Skye.

"No. We do not have two cats." Skye purses her lips and looks away guiltily.

Bucky dumps the spaghetti into the strainer. "Skye. We talked about this. No more cats! You're almost as bad as the punk!"

"I'm not-" Steve interjected.

"You adopted seven cats! Seven!"

"It was by accident!"

"How do you adopt seven cats by accident?" Skye asked, intrigued.

"Wait- this isn't about me and the seven dwarves. She adopted another cat!" Steve pointed at Skye as he slid into the counter seat. Spooning the noodles into three portions, he then takes a long drink from the glass of water, waiting for the show.

"No… I didn't adopt another cat," she says slowly.

"Please tell me you didn't adopt a dog." Bucky runs his hand down his face.

"Steve isn't a dog!"

Steve chokes on his water at her words. Thumping his chest with his hands, he coughs and splutters, "Steve?"

She nods and points at the white cat that has come to sit between his arms, "That's White Skye."

Steve smiles, running his hand through the white fur. White Skye, the cat looks at him with her blue eyes and meows, nudging his other hand to scratch her. Skye places an almost surly looking black cat with the punkiest mane into Bucky's arms. "That's Winter Bucky." Steve could see her reasoning for naming the cat Bucky. The punky mane had a striking resemblance to the way Bucky liked to wear his hair, roughly tied at the neck in a ponytail. Not to mention the odd patch of grey running down its left paw.

Bucky wrestles with the cat, struggling to pull it from his head. Winter Bucky yowls and claws him and when Bucky gives up, it taunts him by waving its tail under his nose.

Then the loud bark followed by the thumping down the hallway and a skidding of paws. "Skye…" Steve begins, staring at the 'puppy'. "I'm pretty sure that is not a dog."

The light brown great dane wags his tail excitedly before pouncing onto Steve. He falls hard onto the ground with a loud thud. "I'm pretty sure this is a horse, Skye!"

"Captain Steve is a puppy! He's not a horse!"

"Well…" Bucky drawled. "Captain Steve is eating our dinner."

A/N: I know this is more drabble than a short. I'm working on a much longer 2-3 parter-ish for Steve/Skye, Matt/Skye and Nat/Buck/Skye. We'll see which gets finished first. Anyway, next update will be awhile from now.. (probably)