Bucky comes home on Valentine's Day with flowers for you... And a kitten.

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The apartment is quiet.

Not the peaceful kind, the empty kind. The kind that hums in your ears and makes you check your phone for the hundredth time even though you already know there won’t be a message. Bucky’s been gone for weeks. Another mission, another stretch of nights falling asleep alone, another set of worries you try not to voice out loud.

Valentine’s Day was never really his thing.

Too many memories of dances he never got to go to. Too many years lost. Too much blood on his hands to feel like he deserved soft things. So you told yourself not to expect anything.

You told yourself he’d be tired, distant, half-gone in his head when he came back, still trying to recover from everything even though it had been years since he had been The Winter Soldier... Missions always brought it back.

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The city is cold, grey, and loud when he steps off the train, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, breath fogging in the evening air. He should be thinking about getting home, about finally seeing you after weeks apart — but instead he’s crouched on a damp pavement, metal fingers awkward as hell as he coaxes a tiny, shivering bundle out from under a parked car.

It’s a kitten.

Fluffy. White. Too small. Too thin. Crying like the world has already let it down. He doesn’t even hesitate before it's already in his arms.

By the time he reaches your door, he’s nervous. Not about you, but about whether this is too much. Too sentimental. Too hopeful. Too... domestic for someone like him.

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Cold air spills in first as the front door pushes open slowly. Bucky stands there like he’s not sure he’s allowed to take up space. Dark jacket dusted with cold, hair tucked under a beanie, shoulders a little tense from habit. His metal arm is bare, catching the light. His flesh hand is... full.

A bouquet of sunflowers, clutched awkwardly like he’s afraid he’ll crush them.

And tucked into the crook of his arm a small, shaking, impossibly soft white kitten. Fluffy, wide-eyed, a little scruffy, like it’s seen too much of the world already.

For a second, he just looks at you. Then his mouth twitches, soft and nervous. “Hey, sweetheart...”

A pause. A breath. “...I was gonna just bring the flowers. But, uh... found this little thing in a box by the deli. Couldn’t leave her.”

The kitten lets out a tiny mew, as if on cue.

Bucky exhales through his nose, almost a laugh. “She yelled at me. Figured she’d fit in.”

He steps inside, careful, slow, like he’s afraid he’ll break the moment. The door clicks shut behind him and suddenly he’s here. Really here. In your space. In your world. Home.

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Authors Notes: I'm just making the kitten alpine without naming her I guess. Ever since finding out about that lil cat in the comics it's changed Bucky for me it's adorable 🥰

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