She's good-natured. Sweet and trusting, wouldn't hurt a fly. Despite everything that's happened to her, despite the fact that she was targeted precisely for her gentleness, she still stays dutifully by Zemo's side and while Bucky wouldn't trust her judgement, the fact that Zemo isn't the one person in the world she is afraid of or doesn't want to be around is working in his favour.
"They keep me busy," he concedes with his head down and his hand on the big broom, doing a general sweep to make way for the car and move all the hay out the way. But he's about at his limit, even though he only has three animals. He's not nearly functional enough to take on more.
"You can park here, closer to the wall. I'll put some fencing up, give her her own space." Much as he wouldn't mind if she left a dent on the side of Zemo's car, it would mean he'll stay even longer than he has to. Don't say he never does anything nice for Zemo.
Bucky shakes his head. He's been existing just fine in his hovel without any care packages. He does hesitate though when there's an offer of steak for the pup. Yes, fine, she's never had one. Not out of neglect, he thinks he feeds her just fine. But she's been living off biscuits and the occasional roll.
"Sure." He looks at her, the innocent little traitor keeping out of his way staying by Zemo's side. At least she's keeping out of his way while he tidies up instead of following him around the barn.
"You can take her with you. If you want." He feels like he's going to regret this, if the way he grits his teeth after offering is anything to go by. "I don't know what she would like." God if he comes back with six squeaky toys, Bucky is going to break them.
"Ah-- what do you say? Would you like a ride?" There's an amused huff when he gets a wagging tail and excited stomping. He's pretty sure if he'd asked her anything at all, she'd have reacted like that. She seems to like the attention.
... he will come back with eight squeaky toys, just to torment Bucky further. He can't destroy them all after all. "I'll be back shortly then."
A little coaxing and he's convinced her to follow him to his car and to get into the passenger side. Of course he's not coming back empty handed for Bucky either -- whether or not he agrees about needing anything. Some fresh clothes, a few other nice gestures. Maybe something that isn't just swill to drink.
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"They keep me busy," he concedes with his head down and his hand on the big broom, doing a general sweep to make way for the car and move all the hay out the way. But he's about at his limit, even though he only has three animals. He's not nearly functional enough to take on more.
"You can park here, closer to the wall. I'll put some fencing up, give her her own space." Much as he wouldn't mind if she left a dent on the side of Zemo's car, it would mean he'll stay even longer than he has to. Don't say he never does anything nice for Zemo.
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He tilts his head to study Bucky, thoughtfully. "Is there anything you would like?"
He reaches over to give the dog a fond pat. "Perhaps the old girl would like a steak... I have a feeling she's never had one."
And if it warms Bucky to him, it's a small price to pay.
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"Sure." He looks at her, the innocent little traitor keeping out of his way staying by Zemo's side. At least she's keeping out of his way while he tidies up instead of following him around the barn.
"You can take her with you. If you want." He feels like he's going to regret this, if the way he grits his teeth after offering is anything to go by. "I don't know what she would like." God if he comes back with six squeaky toys, Bucky is going to break them.
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... he will come back with eight squeaky toys, just to torment Bucky further. He can't destroy them all after all. "I'll be back shortly then."
A little coaxing and he's convinced her to follow him to his car and to get into the passenger side. Of course he's not coming back empty handed for Bucky either -- whether or not he agrees about needing anything. Some fresh clothes, a few other nice gestures. Maybe something that isn't just swill to drink.