You safe me

Chapter 1 - New Home

She walks through the streets without noticing anybody. She ignores them, easy as it is. And no one really notices her. She's quick to hide in the shadows or walk across the streets. Now and then a child points at her and tries to walk over but she's gone before the child even comes near her. She walks with pride. She owns the street.

She's hungry but she knows that she gets something to eat soon. In a slight trot she walks across some shops and a street musician. She stops for a moment and listens to his music. Not many people stop for this kind of people now days and she just wants to appreciate his music for a bit. The man doesn't really look that much older than herself. Maybe about twenty to twenty-three. He looks up from his guitar and meets her eyes. For a brief moment, he smiles at her before he looks back down. She watches a second longer, head in a slight angle before her stomach guides her further down her path. She crosses a street once again and runs through some alleys before she spots her aim. Just a short few minutes until she gets her lunch. She falls in a light jog and only stops at her aim. She looks at the big door to the tower and waits. She sits down and drapes her tail around her paws. She decides to use the time and cleans her paws with her tongue while she waits. Just as she's at her left leg the door slides open and a man comes out. He's tall and muscular, with long brown hair, pulled back in a bun again. She knows he's usually very quiet but he talks to her. And she likes to listen to his voice. It's a nice rumble that vibrates through her fur and her body when he picks her up and strokes her fur with his shiny metal arm. She really, really likes him. He is nice and doesn't shoo her away or kicks after her. Instead he always offers her something to eat. And it helps that he smells nice.

She meows once and stands back up to rub he's head on his leg. The man chuckles and crouches down to rub her head, which feels so good and lets her purr. "You again? I get the feeling you don't have a home as often as I meet you here." He chuckles at her. She looks up and meows to confirm it. She doesn't have a home anymore. She lives on the streets for over three years now. But since she found him a few weeks ago she does mind less. Her life is more pleasurable now. He feels like a kind of home. She meows again and sits back down, staring at him expectant. "Okay, okay. I got you something." He smiles at her. And it suits him. He has light wrinkles around his eyes which make him look kind. That smile suits him. He should do it more often. He reaches for her and picks her up. She meows again in confusion and shuffles in his grip. "Okay, you need to keep quiet. Don't move around." With a last stroke over her fur, he pushes her into his sweater. She makes a displeased sound but the man pets her through the fabric and waits for her to get settled. She settles against his chest, pressed tight to it so that she can smell his scent. She has really grown to love it. Just as she purrs, he starts to walk back inside. It's not as loud inside as it is outside but she feels uncomfortable. Sometimes the brunette takes her inside, just like now, and even if she likes it, to be pressed against him, she hates to be trapped. And that's just how it is now. There's no way of a quick escape inside this building. She can just hide and wait for him to find her and to get her back outside. She feels him stop and curiously she shifts in his hoodie. She crawls up a bit until she can peek out of his collar. He lets out a small laugh. "Curious, are we?" She is surprised as she feels his lips softly presses to her head. She lets out a pleased purr and looks up at him. He's still smiling at her. His gray eyes hold a sparkle that she rarely sees.

Suddenly the elevator stops and the doors slide open. Carefully, but with a bit of force he presses her back down. "Hey, Buck."

"Hey, Steve. Already finished?" The other man hums and for a moment it's silent. She knows that he's eyeing her transporter and she doesn't like it one bit. He is hers. Then she hears a sigh. "This cat again?"

"I- No?" She hears the other man snort. Curious she wiggles around once more and reaches up for the collar. But the brunette pushes her down. A growl escapes her and she lets out her claws as a warning. Bucky hisses shortly and lets her have her way. Pleased by her action she peeks out of the collar and looks straight at the blonde man. He smiles at her and soon she has his hand on her head, rubbing her ears. She meows and purrs, completely lost in the pleasure and leaning into his touch. He really knows how to handle a lady. "You should just keep her, Buck. She's cute. And you bring her up here anyway. Let her stay." Bucky snorts. She looks up at him and meows again, pawing his chin. He takes her paw in his flesh hand, rubs at the numbs on it before he carefully pushes it back inside of his hoodie. "You know Stark wouldn't allow it."