Bucky nodded and started to walk. Penny followed along, bumping against Bucky's leg as they went.
Finally they entered his mother's office. She was sitting behind the desk, focused on the TV on the wall, paused on a screen of a TV program showing one of the photos the woman had taken in the dog food aisle.
Bucky hadn't seen himself much since he'd been kidnapped, hated looking at his body whether he was clothed or not.
He looked like a drug addict. Thin, pale, eyes sunken into his skull. His hair was a mess, his clothes too big for his frame. He swallowed and turned his face away. He looked at his mother, which might have been a mistake.
She stood and turned off the TV. "You went out and got a dog then got spotted by the press on purpose, didn't you? So I couldn't take it away."
Bucky nodded, petting Penny. "Yeah, Mom, I... There's a lot of research being done. The effect of pets, dogs, on... trauma survivors. I swear she's helping already. I almost had a panic attack and she calmed me down. Please don't be mad." He bowed his head and clung to the leash, hoping she wouldn't make him take Penny back.
Instead, she approached and crouched down, putting herself on the puppy's level. "You could have asked me, Bucky."
"I knew you wouldn't let me."
She sighed and scratched Penny under the chin then stood, wrapping her arms around Bucky's shoulders. "You can keep her. I was going to look into getting you a therapy dog, but it seems you did it yourself. But obedience lessons. And you'll be taking her to go to the bathroom and for walks. Not anybody else."
Bucky nodded and smiled weakly. "Thanks, Mom."
"You're welcome. Now, if you would give me a few moments alone with Captain Rogers..."
Nodding again, Bucky headed for the door and waited outside. He sank down onto the floor and curled his arms around Penny's neck, clinging to her.
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Date: 2014-06-21 03:18 am (UTC)Finally they entered his mother's office. She was sitting behind the desk, focused on the TV on the wall, paused on a screen of a TV program showing one of the photos the woman had taken in the dog food aisle.
Bucky hadn't seen himself much since he'd been kidnapped, hated looking at his body whether he was clothed or not.
He looked like a drug addict. Thin, pale, eyes sunken into his skull. His hair was a mess, his clothes too big for his frame. He swallowed and turned his face away. He looked at his mother, which might have been a mistake.
She stood and turned off the TV. "You went out and got a dog then got spotted by the press on purpose, didn't you? So I couldn't take it away."
Bucky nodded, petting Penny. "Yeah, Mom, I... There's a lot of research being done. The effect of pets, dogs, on... trauma survivors. I swear she's helping already. I almost had a panic attack and she calmed me down. Please don't be mad." He bowed his head and clung to the leash, hoping she wouldn't make him take Penny back.
Instead, she approached and crouched down, putting herself on the puppy's level. "You could have asked me, Bucky."
"I knew you wouldn't let me."
She sighed and scratched Penny under the chin then stood, wrapping her arms around Bucky's shoulders. "You can keep her. I was going to look into getting you a therapy dog, but it seems you did it yourself. But obedience lessons. And you'll be taking her to go to the bathroom and for walks. Not anybody else."
Bucky nodded and smiled weakly. "Thanks, Mom."
"You're welcome. Now, if you would give me a few moments alone with Captain Rogers..."
Nodding again, Bucky headed for the door and waited outside. He sank down onto the floor and curled his arms around Penny's neck, clinging to her.