Bucky's Small Savior

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Bucky went up the stairs quickly and unlocked his apartment, pushing in and locking it behind him as he entered. He pulled the kitten out of his jacket and let out a small breath of surprise. It was very thin and it's shoulder was scratched and bleeding. It's fur was thin and it seemed to be missing patches, He could only assume she was covered in fleas.

One problem at a time.

First, she needed to eat. With the cat clinging into his arm Bucky made his way to the fridge, pulling it open then letting out a huff. There wasn't much, never was. He didn't like going out so his shopping trips were short, he usually bought canned foods because it lasted longer.

Spotting an almost empty packet of lunch meat behind some expired ketchup he quickly grabbed it. Closing the fridge he set the plastic bag on the counter, then opening a cupboard he grabbed a small plate.

Kneeling on the ground he put down the frail kitten and then the plate and lunch meat.

Kitten (3rd Person) Pov

She let out a little 'prrt' when she was placed on the floor, a mix of curiosity and fear whirling inside her. She stayed put where she was placed, tail-tip twitching lowly as she examined the new and unfamiliar territory.

It smelled mostly of the man, though the smell of alcohol lingered in the air. The floor felt odd and unfamiliar against her paws, it looked as if she was in a giant box. Was this the man's home? It seemed that way.

The scent of food caught her attention and she snapped her head back to the man to see him tearing up an odd meat and dropping it onto a small plate. Her stomach churned at the sight, blinking curiously she took a step forwards.

When he finished the long-haired man pushed the plate towards her. She leaned forwards and sniffed it in suspicion. Hunger took over and she began to greedily choke down the meat, barely tasting it.

As she finished a bowl was placed next to the plate. Turning her head towards it she gave a twitch of her ear, water. The water she usually drank came from puddles on the road at the edge of sidewalks, always having what she learned to be oil mixed in. It tasted awful but it kept her hydrated for the most part.

Leaning down she gave an experimental lick. This was the best tasting water she'd ever had! The black kitten began to lap at the water quickly, it splashing over her whiskers.

She stopped when she'd swallowed more than half of the water, sitting back on her haunches and glancing up to the man who seemed to be speaking with himself while looking down at her, holding a rectangular shaped device to his ear.

He soon stopped talking, tapped the device, then stuffed it in his pocket. His steal blue eyes rested on her for a moment before he stepped forwards.

A cold, hard hand slipped beneath her and suddenly she was lifted up again, heald against the man's chest. She sniffed the hand and tipped her head slightly. It smelled of metal and looked oddly shiny. The hand wasn't made of flesh she realized. Was it some kind of replacement, or was he born with it?

The man placed her in a strange dip in the countertop. A sink, she realized, sniffing the faucet. The new room smelt like cleaner and soaps, the man's scent very faint. She watched as he opened a reflective cupboard above the sink and pulled out a few strange items.

One was a bulky black bottle with a white cap. He set it down along with a green coloured rag. Then he grabbed a white and dirty looking towel, spreading it out over the counter before lifting her and placing her onto it. The man reorganized the objects on top of the towel this time then wet the rag in water from the sink.

Bucky's (3rd Person) pov

With a wary glance towards the small kitten Bucky began cleaning the blood from it's shoulder the best he could with just water. Once most of it was cleaned off he grabbed the bottle, a disinfectant, and poured some on a different part of the rag.

"This'll sting, please don't scratch me." He mumbled, though he knew she wouldn't understand his words. Grabbing hold of it's scruff gently he brought the rag to it's wound, trying to clean it as quickly as possible.

The small cat wriggled in pain, trying to get out of his grip. Bucky wasn't holding very tight, not wanting to injure the kitten as he really had no knowledge on how cats worked. Because of this it easily managed to get free, swiping one of it's claws at his hand and backing against the wall with a low growl.

He let out a breath, shaking his hand in pain and dropping the rag. "Couldn't go for the metal hand?" He muttered. Looking at the scratch it wasn't to deep, it'd hardly got him at all. Still, it hurt.

Looking back to the frightened cat he shook his head, couldn't exactly blame it for the reaction. Carefully he brought his hand towards it, stopping a few inches away.

He watched as it slowly inched forwards, giving his right hand a small sniff. Hesitantly it leaned forwards and brushed it's head against his hand making Bucky sigh in relief. Picking it back up gently he scratched between it's ears, glad it wasn't scared of him.

He brought the cat to his room, setting it down on the bed before sitting next to it. Bucky watched as it sniffed around curiously, a small smile on his face.

The vibration of his phone in his pocket caught his attention. Pulling it out and looking at the screen he let out a sigh. He'd hoped it'd be the vet he'd called earlier saying they had an opening.

Instead it was Steve, probably wondering why he'd ignored the man's last four calls. With a glance towards the kitten and a sigh he answered.