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A Decision

Narrator's POV

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There it was again.

The cat.

The stray cat.

The weird fucking stray cat.

It sat next to the trashcans, looking up at Bucky.

"Hah..." Bucky said. "You're not gonna leave me alone any time soon, are you?" He asked it.

The cat only kept its sickly stare on Bucky.

"Do you at least meow?" Bucky asked.

The cat remained silent.

"Why are you even here? Don't you have anywhere else to be?" Bucky asked.

The cat only sat there.

Bucky rolled his eyes, scoffing and turning its back to the cat. He turned right back around when the heard the trashcans being disturbed. "Hey, what are y-" He saw the cat carrying some old food scraps. "Oh."

Guilt washed over him.

///0///0

"Phew. How 'bout that?" Sam huffed as he landed next to Wanda.

"Not bad." She nodded. "You could've done better on the shooting part."

"Hey, you kinda threw that bot at me." Sam laughed, typing on the screen on his wrist.

Wanda laughed. "Who's that to?" She asked out of curiosity.

"It's for Bucky." Sam said. "Just reminding him there's left overs in the fridge."

Of course Bucky never replied.

"How is James?" Wanda asked. "He didn't look too well the last time I saw him when Bruce called the meeting."

"He's..." Sam paused. "...doing better." He nodded. "Getting by a day at a time."

"And how are you two?"

"Hm?" Sam raised a brow at her.

"You know, how are you getting along?" She asked.

"Oh, uh-" Sam licked his lips nervously and nodded. "Okay. Yeah, we're doing okay." He said, looking down at his feet. "Slowly opening up to each other."

"That's good." Wanda said.

"Yeah." Sam scoffed.

When he thought about, it did seem good.

"It is." Sam finished.

"Maximoff, Wilson. This isn't a meet and greet. Come on, back to training." Bruce said.

Sam spread his wings and flew into the air.

Wanda levitated herself.

///0///0

Sam walked through the door, tossing his keys on the entryway table, sighing. "Hey." He said, not really expecting an answer. "We did some training today, Bruce had us..." He stopped when he walked into the rest of the house.

Things were knocked over. There were papers everywhere, and glass on the floor. The fridge door had been left open and a couple of things had been knocked out.

Sam reached for a knife in his pocket, looking around. He walked down the hall to his and Bucky's room, being cautious.

The possibilities of what had happened here were endless with two of them being part of the Avangers. That always attracted attention.