#i am a sucker for the person A finds person B's beloved pet injured and rescues them and takes them back trope

[chaossmagic]

seven sentence sunday

Yowling pierced Steve’s ears now, mournful and frightened. He threw two garbage bags aside and heaved a sheet of corrugated metal out of the way, and at once he felt relieved - and then his heart sunk into his feet just as quickly. Because he’d found the source of the noise.  It was a cat, covered in dirt and garbage muck, but not so filthy that Steve couldn’t see that it was pure white underneath. Pure white with one blue and one green eye. Pure white with a hot pink collar round its neck, and a paw that was bleeding badly. Fuck, he thought. Fuck, this is Bucky’s cat. This is Alpine. Steve instinctively dropped to one knee in the dirt, shoving away yet more garbage, and putting his hand out slowly. If she remembered his scent, she might not be so frightened, and he could figure out what had happened to her. Why was she out here trapped in the garbage so far from the studio and, Steve assumed, Bucky’s apartment? Did she get out somehow? Get lost? She’d hurt herself, so obviously something had gone wrong.   Bucky must be frantic. He had to get her out - help her, take her home.  “Hey,” Steve called softly. “Hey, Alpine. Hey, girl. It’s me, Steve. You met me the other week, remember?” He shifted closer carefully, extending his hand out further. “What happened to your paw, huh? Will you let me see?” A pitiful meow, then a full-body shiver. She was trembling infinitesimally, movements so small that only Steve’s enhanced eyesight could detect them.