Bucky Barnes °|

When Bucky became a congressman, he started leaving town a lot for work. You started seeing each other less often, but you started meeting more often at his new apartment. You've known him for ages and you're best friends. When he got a cat, you were happy and started visiting him more often to cuddle the fluffy little bundle, who was named Alpin. You loved her very much, and you loved animals in general. But soon you realized you were allergic. To cats. Not severe, fortunately, but pretty annoying. You sneezed constantly and your nose itched so unpleasantly, sometimes your eyes watered, which was even more annoying. Bucky noticed it, of course, and started asking, and you came up with a brilliant excuse: "I have a cold." I wouldn't say he believed you, but he decided to ignore it. Your problem, as they say. And you simply started carrying allergy pills with you and took them every time you came to visit him.
And then he left again for some event in Washington, and when you woke up in the morning you saw a familiar notification on your phone screen: "Hi, I'm gone. Again. Can you come over today to feed Alpina? I hope you haven't lost the keys to my apartment yet. I'll transfer the money to my card.)"
You smiled. He knew how to cheer you up, even when he wasn't around. You unlocked your phone and typed a reply: "Of course, otherwise the poor fluffy one will die of hunger. And I'm telling you for the hundredth time, no need for money."
You hit the send button, and two check marks immediately appeared under the message. You immediately noticed that he was already typing a reply, and a couple of seconds later, you saw a new message:
"I figured it out a hundred years ago, haha. I just wrote out of politeness. I left your sour gummies in the cupboard for you. Best payment, right?"
and then quickly sent the following message: "thank you, I adore you."
You smiled again and quickly typed a simple answer: "))"