The Wiped Hound (Avengers Fanfiction)

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The Soldier pulled the saddle onto his lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor.

"What's wrong Buck?" Steve asked as the Soldier started picking the metal bits off the sides of the saddle.

"Tracking devices," he said simply showing the back of the metal bits. I had not known those were there.

A redhead in the co-pilot's seat flip a switch and the back started to open.

I watched the soldier throw the saddle out, but he took the horn of the saddle, which turned out to be a data holder, and put it in his pocket and returned to his place by me.

I stared at the two I'd recognized while the man was pouring the antiseptic on a piece of gauze.

I growled and snapped at the man when he unexpectedly rubbed the antiseptic on my raw back.

He jerked back, I had everyone's attention again.

"You surprised him." The soldier said as he reached over to touch my head.

I got up and walked over to the Soldier and lay by him.

"I think he'd be more comfortable with you treating him," the man said, handing the soldier the things he had been using.

I blinked slowly in the soldier looked down at me,"Ostal'noye, (Rest)" he whispered to me.

I did as I was told.