Willow was absolutely exhausted and she was worried. After the whole Thanos thing, Willow wasn't really allowed to go on combat missions. She still worked as an Avenger and whenever the team needed her to read someones mind she was there in a heartbeat. So she'd wait up at night for Bucky to come home; it was 3 am and he still wasn't back. The silence in the apartment was deafening. Willow sat staring at the door, waiting for the familiar sound of Bucky struggling to open the door. She could hear a clock ticking and pretty soon the ticking noise from the clock reached the verge of driving Willow mad. She raised one of her hands and focused on the clock, listening to the satisfying sound of crunching metal as she used her telekinesis to smash the hands into a ball. Then she resumed her vigil, staring at the door, waiting for Bucky.

 The click of the lock announced that someone was coming, and though Willow knew it was probably Bucky, she prepared herself to throw someone through a wall. The door creaked open, and a familiar face poked around the corner. Bucky Barnes grinned at her, "Sorry I'm late."

 "I thought you'd died you absolute moron!"

"Sorry Willy," Bucky leaned down and kissed the top of Willow's head. That's when she noticed that he had something tucked into the front of his jacket. Bucky noticed her staring, and then gestured down at his jacket, "Oh yeah. I brought you something."

 Willow leaned forward in her chair as Bucky reached into the front of his jacket and gently pulled out a small black ball of fur, which he set carefully down on Willow's lap. A small black puppy with big green eyes and shaggy fur stared up at her. "Awww, he's precious Buck!" Willow exclaimed, running her fingers through the dogs matted hair. "Where did you find him?"

 "This thing was in one of the bombed out buildings. I think he was surviving off rats. He crawled right over to me, while a HYDRA agent was trying to blow me to pieces," Bucky said. "I know you get bored and lonely while I'm on mission, and he needed a home; so I grabbed him and shoved him in my jacket. What do you think?"

 "He's perfect Bucky, does he have a name?"

"Not yet. You should have seen the looks Lulu was giving me."

"Did she find the furry tumor on your chest strange?" Willow laughed.

"Probably. I'm going to jump in the shower and put on some clean clothes." Bucky tossed his jacket onto a chair, and then gestured towards the puppy, "You may want to give him a bath."  Bucky kissed Willow again and then scratched the dogs head, before heading off in the direction of the shower.