Shy puppy Bucky. Loving Sam.
(Bucky's arm is just a tattoo.)
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Sam's friend: Tony, had talked and talked about how great his hybrid: Steve, was and how good it was to have him.
He had pestered and pestered Sam until he convinced him to get one.
So now here he stands, in front of Tony and Steve, with his hybrid hiding behind Steve's back.
"*sigh* I can't believe you convinced me into this" Sam mumbled to Tony, poking him in the side.
Tony only chuckled, backing away from the other's to watch the show and saying "good luck"
Sometimes Sam really wanted to smack that mofo upside the head, but now was not the time. So he turned his head over to Steve who smiled sheepishly.
He walked over to Steve and saw a little of the hybrid's head poking out from behind his bicep. "Hey" Sam waved and they immediately disappeared.
They held Steve's shirt in their fists, tightening the already two sizes too small fabric. "Come on now, please don't hind behind me" Steve muttered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
Sam tried to walk around Steve but he was turned from the one behind him.
"You said, I was staying, with you" the puppy said, stabbing Steve with their finger each pause.
"They're not going to hurt you I promise"
"You promised that I was staying with you too" they sassed, adding "I don't trust them"
"Do you trust me?" Steve asked.
"Not that much, just more than him"
Sam took offense to that one but had to shake it off since he could tell it was simply trust issues and not something personal.
"Well I've known Sam for a very long time, we're good friends. I know for a fact that he won't hurt you; he doesn't even kill spiders, he's the type who takes them outside instead"
"Well... now I've made a fool of myself" the puppy said and Steve felt their ears flop down sadly against his back.
"Hey look man, I'm not holding it against you. I've had trust issues myself and have done some, qout on qout, "foolish" things. So no harm done" Sam said calmly.
It fell silent.
The puppy peeked at the other before emerging fully, his eyes couldn't help but meet the floor. He held his right arm with his left, brows frowned as his ears lay flopped atop his head.
Looking at the dark brown haired other he said "Hi. I'm Sam, you?"
"James..." James spoke quietly.
"James?" Sam asked, amused by their shyness.
He nodded timidly. "That's a nice name which sounds like it belongs to a really nice person"
"Oh trust me this man is nothing but sweet" Steve chimed in.
"Stop it" James muttered, a small soft laugh in his voice as a hint of pink brushed his cheeks, the corners of his lips lifted gently.
James was dressed in a black tank top and loose brown pants, their tail peeking out the back. Since they were in a tank top, their tattooed arm was on full display: it covered their whole arm, from their shoulder to their finger tips.
"Nice tattoo" Sam commented and their head snapped up.
Looking at him their eyes quickly glossed "really?" They choked out.
