Steve had never been allowed a pet. His allergies were awful when it came to cats and he always thought it was unfair to own a dog in Brooklyn unless you were rich and had a yard. Then again, with Bucky home, he could and probably should take the dog for walks. And that ought to be all right, Steve thought, leaning back like a grandfather as he considered all the moves here. “We have a one bedroom in Brooklyn on the second floor,” Steve said somewhat cautiously. “But yeah, yeah I’d really, really like to get Buck all the help we can.”
“You should see a doctor to test you before committing,” Sam said, and Steve readily agreed, both to that and to the outreach meetings. It didn’t matter how new all of this was to him, Steve never half-assed anything. He dove right into this the same way he had with everything of importance when it came to Bucky.
There were connected, powerfully. Nat didn’t need to see it for it to still be true.
He was about to ask after dog breeds most suited to their space when the door opened and a man Steve took a moment to recognized panted in the doorway. A woman in blue jeans and an ill fitting t-shirt was puffing behind him. “They’re in session, sir,” she was yelling, but Sam lifted a hand up.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah. You can. Because damn, we really are all connected. Great. Hey Steve, Barnes. Great to see you both.” Tony shooed the woman away and shut the door. “Let’s talk about dreams.”
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Steve had never been allowed a pet. His allergies were awful when it came to cats and he always thought it was unfair to own a dog in Brooklyn unless you were rich and had a yard. Then again, with Bucky home, he could and probably should take the dog for walks. And that ought to be all right, Steve thought, leaning back like a grandfather as he considered all the moves here. “We have a one bedroom in Brooklyn on the second floor,” Steve said somewhat cautiously. “But yeah, yeah I’d really, really like to get Buck all the help we can.”
“You should see a doctor to test you before committing,” Sam said, and Steve readily agreed, both to that and to the outreach meetings. It didn’t matter how new all of this was to him, Steve never half-assed anything. He dove right into this the same way he had with everything of importance when it came to Bucky.
There were connected, powerfully. Nat didn’t need to see it for it to still be true.
He was about to ask after dog breeds most suited to their space when the door opened and a man Steve took a moment to recognized panted in the doorway. A woman in blue jeans and an ill fitting t-shirt was puffing behind him. “They’re in session, sir,” she was yelling, but Sam lifted a hand up.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah. You can. Because damn, we really are all connected. Great. Hey Steve, Barnes. Great to see you both.” Tony shooed the woman away and shut the door. “Let’s talk about dreams.”