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A couple days have gone by and the two stepped into a routine. Armina would wake up take a shower get dressed and put on a pot of coffee. While she did that Bucky would get up and do a surveillance around the yard to make sure no one found them, then he'd come in and drank a couple cups of coffee and work out.

It was boring but it was safe. Of course Armina doesn't enjoy boring, so she convinced the ex-hydra soldier to let her go for a walk by herself.

"I'll be fine. I fought you and won didn't I?"

"I let you win so they wouldn't kill you." He countered.

"Oh, whatever. It's not like anyone's gonna see me anyway it's cold and wet out. No ones gonna be out there."

"Which is exactly how they'd notice you."

"Fine but if you're not home in two hours I'm just gonna assume you died or something." He joked.

"Deal."

•••

It's been about an hour since she left the house, when she decided to start heading home, so Bucky didn't go insane.

As she was walking she heard a strange quiet cry coming from the ditch. She looked to where it was coming from and spotted a box.

"Well, curiosity killed the cat." She whispered to herself while walking towards it.

As she opened the box a small brown dog jumped out at her. Licking her all up and down wagging its tail, happy to see someone.

"But satisfaction brought it back." She chuckled trying to calm it down.

"What kind of monster would leave a poor adorable puppy in a ditch like this?" She asked the dog not expecting an answer.

She picked it up and started walking home wondering if Bucky would kill her for bringing home a stray.

When she finally made it home she still had twenty minutes to spare. She made her way inside calling out to Bucky to let him know she was home.

Bucky cane around the corner but stopped when he seen she was holding the dog.

"Really? I let you go for a walk and you come back with a dog?" He huffed.

"It's not like I planned on it. He was sitting in the ditch trapped in a box crying." She reasoned.

"We can't keep a dog."

"That's why 'we' aren't, I am." She said matter-a-factly.

"Do you even know how to take care of one?"

"Yes, I do. I spent enough time with our animals carers to know how to take care of one."

"Whatever, he's your responsibility, not mine. What's his name anyway?"

"Honestly, I didn't think you'd let my keep it so I didn't even think of one." She said chuckling a little.

"What about.. Tyson?" He questioned.

"What like the chicken nuggets? No not happening. What about Murphy?"

"Murphy? Really?"

"Okay. What about Dagger."

"Dagger? Yeah, okay."
•••

So, Armina might have lied a bit when she said she knew how to take care of the dog. I mean she knew how to take care of all the different birds and zebras and hyenas, but not a dog.

That's how she found herself sitting on one of the computers at the library, with Bucky sitting next to her. He didn't trust her going out again after she came back with a dog, plus the closest library was a four hour walk, so he "borrowed" another car to drive them there instead, only taking twenty minutes.

"Check this out. Turns out Dagger is something called a Rhodesian Ridgeback. They're used to hunt lions." He chuckled finding it amusing.

Minnie on the other hand wasn't as amused and just gave him a blank stare.

"I mean come on, it hunts lions and you turn into lions. It's funny. Okay, fine, I'll stop talking." He turns away mumbling something about tough crowds.

"Okay so I printed out the list of things I need."

Bucky groaned see all the things on the paper.

"You do realize we don't have a lot of money right?"

"You do realize that all the clothes at the house was stolen right?"

"I guess we could steal some of these. But I don't see how I'm gonna steal a 20 pound bag of dog food."

"Where there's a will there's a way my dear friend."

And with that they were of to steal as much stuff as they could from a pet store without getting noticed.

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Listen I know this wasn't great but it's just a filler I promise.
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