Bucky unlocked the front door and went straight to the living room. He gently put the cat carrier on the floor and opened it. A ball of white fur slowly made her wait out of it.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he said in a soft and comforting voice, giving Alpine a scratch between her ears.
He let her discover her new home while he walked towards the furthest wall of the room.
He stopped in front of the big window that gave a view of the backyard. He opened it and took a deep breath, the scent of pine trees and freshly cut grass filling his senses.
“Care to give me a hand here?" Sam said, entering the house with a big box in his hands.
Bucky strode towards him and took the box out of Sam’s hands.
“Leave the heavy stuff to me, wouldn’t want you to break your back or something,” Bucky said with a smug smile.
“Says the 107-year-old man?" Sam scoffed.
Bucky put the box in the living room, careful not to walk on Alpine on the way.
He felt hands hugging his waist from behind and let his body lean on Sam’s chest. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“This was a good decision, right?” Bucky says softly, almost in a whisper.
"I can't find a reason of why it isn’t,” Sam answered immediately, putting his head on Bucky’s metal shoulder.
Minutes passed before Bucky turned around, his boyfriend’s arms still around his waist, and gave a small kiss on Sam’s forehead.
Alpine made her way between them and rubbed her nose on Bucky’s shin.
“I think she’ll like it here too,” Sam says, the both of them looking down at Alpine who’s slaloming between their legs. “She’ll be able to go in the garden, we’ll have to watch her though, wouldn’t want her to escape,” Sam looks at Bucky with one eyebrow raised.
“Don’t worry about her,” Bucky gives Sam a small peck on the lips. “She’ll be just fine.”
They both look around for a minute, taking in the house that is now their new home. There’s not much inside yet, just a few boxes for Bucky - since he didn’t own much in this decade - and Sam’s furniture that would be delivered tomorrow morning. They managed to only fit Sam’s convertible sofa on the back of their truck so they wouldn't have to sleep on the ground tonight.
Once the sofa was installed in the room, Sam sat on it with a huff, Bucky soon laying on his side next to him, gently putting his head on Sam’s thighs.
Sam instinctively started to stoke Bucky’s hair. “I love it when your hair gets long like that,” Sam said in a soft voice.
Bucky turned to lay on his back and to look at Sam’s face. He grins. “I know, that’s why I let them grow.” Sam grins back, love and gratitude filling his chest.
Felling jealous, Alpine hops onto the sofa, gently walking on Bucky until she reaches his chest, and just loafs here, waiting for pets, which Bucky heartily gives her.
Later this evening, they would order food from a restaurant in the city near them, watch a movie on Sam’s computer that he insisted Bucky needed for his culture, and fall asleep, snuggling under the blankets with the white ball of fur between them.