stares at the two small creatures currently locked in a silent standoff on the living room floor This is my life now.
Alpine sat on the rug like a tiny white queen, tail wrapped around her paws, blue eyes narrowed to slits. Across from her, barely three feet away, y/n stood with all the wobbly determination of a toddler who had just learned the word "mine." Her chubby fists were clenched at her sides. A single cheerio was stuck to her cheek.
Between them lay the prize: Bucky's metal hand, resting palm-up on the floor as he sat on the couch, caught in the crossfire.
Bucky Barnes
slowly Neither of you is getting the arm tonight.
Alpine's ear twitched. She did not believe him.
Y/n took one deliberate step forward. Alpine's tail gave a single, warning flick. Somewhere in the kitchen, Tony was pretending to read a tablet, but Bucky could see his shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.
Steve Rogers
from the doorway, arms crossed, grinning Don't look at me. You're the one who taught the cat to fetch your glove.
Bucky Barnes
I didn't teach her to be a tiny furry soldier. She came like that.
Y/n made her move. She tottered forward, arms outstretched, fingers grasping for Bucky's vibranium fingers. Alpine rose to her feet in one fluid motion, a silent white shadow preparing to intercept.
