Your dog stole my prosthetic. Again. au!Bucky Barnes and Felicity Smoak
Felicity let out a loud yawn as their was three loud knocks on her door. She was glad that, during the breakup, Oliver kindly let her have the house. (What’s she kidding, she would’ve taken it anyways). Afterwards, she decided to get a dog. A 300 pound white Tibetan Mastiff named Tiny.
It was an appropriate name.
There were three louder knocks.
“I’m coming!” Felicity shouted. She paused midwalk to laugh at her own joke before continuing to the door. When she opened it, she was horrified to see it was her adorably angry looking neighbor with an arm missing.
She didn’t really know much about him, except his name was James, he lived with tiny poodle he called Rebecca and two men (a blonde and an African American) and a redheaded lady came to check up on him every once in awhile.
(Also, Felicity had a giant crush on him.)
“I hate your dog.” James hissed.
“I think everyone hates Tiny.” Felicity replied. “He’s a menace. Where’s your arm?”
James turned and pointed to Tiny who had a metal arm in his evil clutches. “I want my fuckin’ arm.” James demanded.
“I’m sorry.” Felicity said, but she was holding back a laugh.
James narrowed his smoldering eyes at her. “Are you...laughing?” She quickly shook her head as he crossed one arm over his chest. The other just sort of stayed there limply. James swore under his breath as he watched Felicity walk up to the giant mutt and take the metal arm away.
“You owe me.” He snapped the arm back onto his shoulder. He twisted it and heard the familiar whir. He glared at the drooling dog.
“D-Do I?” Felicity giggled.
“Yeah.” James started to stomp away. “A date will be sufficient...and stop your dog from from stealing my prosthetic!”
Felicity’s smile disappeared and she gaped in shock as her dog marched up to her with a floppy smile. “Did he just ask me out?” She whispered to Tiny.
Tiny just licked her pants leg in reply.