For the Fic You Wouldn't Write Meme: Loki turns Bucky into a little black kitten with a silver leg. Avenger of your choice has to care for him.
Do you even have to ASK who takes care of him? It’s Sam. It’s totally Sam.
No, seriously, just picture it. Kitten!Bucky attempting to rouse Sam because he wants food at ass o’clock in the morning. “You’re a kitten,” Sam growls, “you aren’t going on an eight mile run with Steve so go back to sleep.”
Sam being utterly unimpressed with Kitten!Bucky’s aversion to cat food. “You already rejected the raw diet and there’s no way Steve’s allowing me to give you kibble. It’s this or nothing. You survived 70 years with Hydra, you’re not dying on my watch just because your stubborn Brooklyn ass wants to try and eat a hot dog while you’ve got a cat’s constitution!”
(In response to this, Tony builds a better kibble.)
Kitten!Bucky refusing to use the litter tray until Sam wises up and gets him a hooded box. Kitten!Bucky horking up a hairball on Sam’s pillow when he goes out for a mission with Steve and leaves the tv off so Bucky can’t even watch. Kitten!Bucky never purring so loud as when he’s sitting on one of Sam’s shoulders or curled over Steve’s heart. Kitten!Bucky grooming them both.
Newly!Human!Again!Bucky refusing to move out of Sam’s apartment. Not vocally refusing. He’s just always there at night, either curled up on the couch or sprawled across the rug. It’s almost exactly like living with kitten!Bucky, only human!Bucky is much more self-sufficient. He’s still Sam’s silent, deadly, asshole roommate. Just… bigger, and with opposable thumbs.
(And fewer hairballs.)
