Wolf Pup (WinterFalcon)

Ch 2

Pre TFaTWS
TW Mentions of Death

They set up a plan, every Saturday Sam would come over to take care of him. On a rare occasion Bucky would call Sam to come over on a different day. When Sam showed up on Saturday, Bucky wasn't answering. Sam was beginning to get worried, Bucky only strayed from the schedule if he needed to regress during the week.

"Hey." Bucky spoke up from behind Sam.

"Hey, man. It's uh, it's Saturday." Sam said.

"I know. I was visiting Steve. Lost track of time." Bucky explained, fishing his keys out of his pocket.

"It's cool. But I thought you visited Steve on Mondays?" Sam knew that Bucky liked to keep to a schedule, it helped with his anxiety to know when things were going to happen.

"Usually." Bucky replied, "Guess I just wanted to see him today."

"Got ya. So, how's Steve doing?" Sam asked.

Bucky shrugged, "Same as always, I guess."

Sam noticed a frown growing on Bucky's face, "Something wrong?"

"It's nothing, Sam." Bucky mumbled.

"Are you sure?"

Bucky sighed, "They don't know how much time he has left. He's old Sam."

"Somehow I keep forgetting that. Just try to take your mind off of it for a while, alright?" Sam said, patting Bucky on the shoulder, they'd told him the same thing the last time he'd gone to visit Steve, he could imagine how Bucky felt, "I'm gonna make some dinner. Stay in the living room."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Bucky rolled his eyes, "Stay in the living room, don't put things in my mouth."

Bucky set his things down and turned on the tv. Sam had set up Disney+ on his tv a few weeks prior, ever since then Bucky used it to help get into headspace. He enjoyed some of the cartoons, but usually he just wanted to watch the nature movies. The colors and animals always seemed to make him happy.

Bucky sat in front of the screen, mesmerized by the bright colors. He held his dog tightly, practically unable to take his eyes away.

"Bucky, dinner's done." Sam called out.

"Sammy, come look!" Bucky squealed, pulling Sam put to look at the tv, "Look at fishies!"

"I see them. Can we pause it for a little bit so we can eat dinner?" Sam asked, "You don't want it to get cold."

Bucky pouted, he didn't want to stop watching the fish, "Finish later?"

"We can finish right after dinner." Sam assured him.

Bucky frowned but followed Sam back to the table. Being sad about missing his show was soon forgotten when he saw the plate of spaghetti in front of him. Few things could make him forget about a bad mood and food was often one of those few. Within a matter of seconds Bucky was stuffing his face with spaghetti.

"Wike when Sammy makes dinner." Bucky grinned.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." Bucky nodded, "Tastes better dan when Bucky cooks."

"I'm surprised you can taste it at all, you've gotten more on your face than in your mouth." Sam laughed.

"No." Bucky giggled, "Got lots in my mouth."

"Sure you did. Come here so I can clean your face." Sam said, wetting a wash cloth to clean the sauce off of Bucky's face.

"No." Bucky whined.