You strayed into my home and into my heart

[memeboogeyman]

S T R A Y Taking in strays is, all in all, an understandable vice. The dips in between their ribs, those large and forlorn eyes, they can help you forget the claws and the teeth and the danger lurking beneath fur. But the habit's a knife edge; your efforts may not be rewarded with kindness (animal instincts aren't discretionary) and you may get bit despite what you've overlooked. A stray doesn't care about pity. All it can know is survival. These warnings apply to strays of the more human(oid) sort, too. But what may even more perilous with this type than any drawn blood is what you can get when they grow to trust you. You can earn their undying loyalty...or their love. Either from such a wild thing is a precarious path to go down, if you allow yourself to do it. Comment with your character, preferences, desired roles, etc. Reply to others. Thread!

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[ex_howlies163]

I'll think about it.

[ While Steve cleans the grime and dirt off, Bucky begins the systematic process of removing his presence from the apartment. It's going to take a little while, depending on what the other man has planned, but if Steve managed to track him down, then others will too. The apartment, while never fully safe, is less so that it was.

It's not his friend's fault. (Well, former, considering the past 70 years.) And it's not Bucky's either. When Steve reappears, Buck is scrubbing down the kitchen counter. ]

That's kinda the point of being off-grid, pal.

[cap_rogers0704]

[Steve looks more like himself and doesn't smell anymore when he appears clean in Bucky's kitchen moments later. He notices that the other is cleaning, that everything looks clean...shit he realizes he's spooked Bucky too late and he's running again]

You don't have to run. You could come with me...we could go back to New York. I can keep you safe.