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Bucky groaned internally as he dropped his bag full of weapons on the floor. His crumpled uniform slipped from his arms on the top of the couch and he yawned. Another long mission, another tiring flight home.
His apartment was sweltering, he must have forgotten to turn the AC on before he left yesterday. He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it beside his uniform. It was just too hot to deal with too many layers. Digging into the pocket of his jeans he left too loose, he produced a hair tie and pulled his brown locks back and away from his eyes.
A meow and purring broke him from his thoughts, and Bucky looked up to see his furry white cat stretched out on the cool tile counter. The former soldier pulled off his shoes and walked into the kitchen and stopped in front of the cat.
“We talked about this. No cats on the counter. You get hair in my food.”
“Meow.”
“I'm serious.” He grumbled softly, leaning against the counter and resting his hands in his elbows. He was met with a neckful of purring white fur as the cat wound around his arms. “...you're lucky you're cute.” he mumbled, stroking the happy cat. “Just don't tell anyone I said that, alright? Especially not Sam. Steve probably won't make a big deal out of it, but Sam definitely will.” He snorted quietly as the cat rolled over on its back and batted at the unclasped buckle of his belt.
“You wouldn't understand, you don't wear pants. They're pretty uncomfortable.”
“Meow.”
“How about we both have some dinner then, huh?”