a small grunt escaped bucky’s lips as he hauled the trash bag off his shoulder and into the container hidden away in the alleyway behind the building. funny, really, how their great emperor doom was able to create entire worlds from scratch, yet couldn’t seem to figure out how to create a building with a trash chute. not that bucky would have minded the trip, if only it hadn’t been for the white cat that nuzzled his leg each and every time he came down. “shoo!” he said, shaking his leg slightly to get it off, but it wouldn’t budge. instead, it purred and mewed happily as it circled through his legs. “i don’t understand what you want from me.”
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