The shape of trust - Bucky x Oc

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

The morning sun is just starting to burn off the cool mist that hangs over the city. I'm already out, trotting through the streets in my German Shepherd form. My purple highlights make me look like a mystical creature, but it's not the strangest thing in this city, I hope.

Today, I'm determined. It's been a few days since I saw Bucky at the café. My gut tells me today's the day. If I'm going to make any progress, I need to get closer to him. I wander to the market, checking the usual stalls for any signs of him. My stomach is still growling, but I ignore it. This is about more than food today.

I spot Bucky as soon as he arrives. He's got that same guarded look, and I notice his gloves and long sleeves again. It's like he's hiding something. I settle down by the bread stall again, watching him from the corner of my eye. My heart pounds with nervous excitement.

He's scanning the stalls, his movements methodical. He picks up a few things, but my focus is on him, not what he's buying. I feel a tug of fear-what if he notices me? What if he recognizes the purple streaks in my fur? I can't afford to mess this up.

I decide it's now or never. I slip out of my spot and make my way over to him, my head low, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. I can see Bucky's face turn slightly as I approach, his eyes flicking toward me with that intense scrutiny he has.

I come to a halt a few feet away, sitting down and looking up at him with my best "I'm just a cute dog" expression. Bucky hesitates, then takes a slow breath and kneels down, his eyes meeting mine. There's something almost soft in his gaze, though it's hard to tell if it's just curiosity or something more.

"Hey, buddy," he says quietly, reaching out a hand. I keep still, hoping this will work. His hand gently pats my head, and I let out a soft, appreciative whine. It's odd, but there's something comforting about his touch, even if it's just a friendly gesture.

He checks me out for a moment, his gaze lingering on my purple highlights. My heart skips a beat. Did he notice? But then he just shakes his head and stands up, turning back to his shopping.

I sit there for a moment, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. It's not like I expected him to pour out his secrets to a stray dog. But at least I got close.

After he's done with his shopping, I follow him from a distance. He heads back toward that nondescript building. It's becoming a bit of an obsession for me to figure out what's inside. I keep my distance as he enters, making sure not to be spotted.

I wander around the area, trying to blend in with the city's random foot traffic. I find a small café nearby and sit outside, keeping an eye on the building. The day drags on, and I'm getting a bit restless, but then he finally emerges a few hours later, looking more relaxed than before.

I decide to take a chance. As Bucky heads down the street, I trot up beside him, my head low and tail wagging slightly. He glances at me, his expression unreadable. I'm not sure if he recognizes me from earlier, but he doesn't seem hostile.

He slows down and looks at me with a hint of curiosity. "You again," he murmurs. I tilt my head, giving him my best "innocent dog" look. His eyes soften just a bit, and he reaches down to scratch behind my ears. I almost let out a contented sigh, but I hold it in.

We walk together for a little while. He eventually heads into a small park, sitting on a bench. I stay nearby, lying in the grass and trying to look as non-threatening as possible. Bucky seems to relax, his posture easing up.