Atlas: Confession

Cracked brow.

Split lip.

Bruised knuckles.

Sore ribs.

All in all, well worth the life of one tiny kitten. It’d gone down in the blink of an eye: dockyard workers believing that torturing a poor, helpless creature was an adequate way to spend time, but she’d shown them otherwise. She hadn’t intended to cause a ruffle – things had just escalated from snappy words to fists flying by in a flurry, three against one. But at least the kitten had escaped, a beautiful calico thing, and it was the only thing that mattered.

Bucky patches up his fighter and a confession follows.