Who's the Real Monster (Avengers Fanfiction)

Decisions, Decisions

I have no idea how long I'd been sleeping, but it was still daylight outside when I woke up.

Bucky was asleep though, so I assumed it had been awhile.

I lifted my head, he woke up as soon as I did so.

"Finally awake?" he asked as he raised his head.

I stretched as much as I could with the little space. "'Finally'?" I asked as I stood.

"You went down yesterday," he told me as he stood as well.

I flattened my ears, "Oh..." was all I had to say.

My stomach growled, Bucky's ear twitched in my direction. "There's a town nearby, I'll show you," he told me as he slipped out of the small cave.

I followed suit, stretching my stiff limbs.
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Bucky led me towards a poor looking town, stopping to run his metal leg in a mud puddle before he guided me through the twisting streets.

A lot of the townfolk started talking and pointing at the two of use as soon as we appeared.

Bucky eventually slowed in front of a temple-like building. It looked a lot nicer than the rest of the buildings in the town.

Bucky trotted up the steps and through the doorway.

I stopped in the doorway and looked in.

Bucky was waiting for me halfway to a pedastal near the front. "You coming?" Bucky questioned as I stared.

I shook my head before trotting over to him.

There was a man, a priest I assume, who came from a doorway in the back of the church.

He noticed Bucky and I almost instantly, "Ty snova malen'kiy volk?"

I didn't really understand what he said, but walked over to Bucky's side nonetheless.

"Ty privel devushka?" the old priest asked again before waving the two of us over.

"Priyekhat'," he told us as he walked back through the doorway he'd come from.

Bucky trotted after him, so I followed him.

The old man led us to a kitchen, where he fixed two bowls of stew that had been sitting on the stove. He put the two bowls onto the floor.

Bucky started eating out of one.

"Eto prosto tushenoye mysao," the man told me.

Bucky looked at me, stew dripping from his muzzle. "He said it's just stew," before going back to his food.

I hesitantly made my way over and ate with him, much to the old man's delight.