The god and the Assassin(Bucky Barnes x oc) rewrite

Chapter 7

Bucky's pov

I sat in the kitchen, watching Eir happily push foods towards Pentangle who was deciding what to eat. So far only Eir had successfully approached the creature since anyone else who tried to get close would be hissed and swiped at. "You gonna do that all day?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. She doesn't seem to realize that I said anything.

I sigh, leaning my head on my hand. She only turned to me when the little cat creature had chosen what it wanted to eat. "Hello. When did you arrive in here?" she asks, tilting her head. "I've been here the entire time" I remind her.

"You have? I never noticed" she states, blinking a couple times. Tony walks in, holding a cup of what I assume is coffee, flicking the side of Eir's head. Pentangle hissed at him when he did this. "Ever been to a doctor to figure out what's up with you?" he asks. 

"That isn't something you should ask someone" I object, placing my hand down on the table. "Doctor?" Eir mumbles, staring at the table with what looked like intense concentration. "What's this I hear?" Loki asks, now also entering the kitchen. Who's going to be next? Steve? Sam? The boogie man?

"Have you ever taken that kid to the doctor to find out why she's such a scatterbrain?" Tony questions. "First. That's rude. Second. What's a doctor?" Loki counters. "You know. The person you go to when injured" Tony prompts. "Oh. A healer. Yeah, I've taken Eir to the healer a few times. Not for the reasons you think I should though" he replies, crossing his arms.

"Oh. Is that the guy that got super handsy with me that one time..... Or was that someone else" she mutters, scrunching her face in thought. My eyes widened while Tony spat out what he had drank of his coffee. I looked over at Loki. "No. That was the healer and he wasn't getting handsy, he was checking to see if you had any other broken bones other than your wrist" Loki corrected.

"Isn't that what handsy means?" she asks, looking at her dad with the most innocent look that I've ever seen on anyone and Steve is my best friend and acts like a puppy half the time. "No. It isn't" Loki assures her, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Ok. I take it back. Your kid is hilarious. Never am I going to hear anyone else say that kind of stuff so openly" Tony laughs. Loki practically death glares him. "Can I have cake?" Eir asks, eyes sparkling.

"Sure. I think there is cake in that magical box thing" Loki explains, pointing at the fridge. Eir bounces to her feet, opening the fridge and pulling out a slice of cake, her right arm turning blue once again which definitely shocked Tony who looked at her wide eyed.

Before anyone could say anything, one of the windows in the main room smashed. "Holy shit!" someone yelled. "Language" Steve responded. I just facepalmed.