[ oh my god i am so sorry for the late response ;-;; ]

Bucky isn't exactly the most creative guy in Sunhaven. The arts really isn't his thing- he doesn't sing, dance, act, paint, etc. Out of the four things listed, the last art Bucky would do is painting. He's aware that painting can be relaxing, that it can relieve stress off of your chest. He thinks that's a very good thing, and people should consider painting in their spare time if they need something to calm them down. But if he knows this, especially with Asset relapses from time to time, then why doesn't he paint? Well, you see- from the little paint sessions Bucky's seen here and there, he noticed each person doesn't use a brush. They use their paws, generally whichever one would be their 'dominant paw'. In Bucky's case, that's his metal paw- and he isn't about to stain and ruin it. Despite knowing this, the maine coon didn't know why he was heading in the direction of the arts and crafts room. He has no use to it, even if he didn't have a prosthetic limb to get in the way of painting, he isn't that creative.

As the Warden got closer to the room, barely making a sound against the floor, the scent of fresh paint invaded his nostrils. How would he describe the smell of paint? The fumes are strong, and despite being used to the scent of blood and corpses, if he breathes in the paint fumes long enough, he might feel a headache coming along. Maybe that's another reason why he doesn't paint to relieve stress, ha! But if he's smelling fresh paint, there must be someone inside painting something. He knows his nose isn't pulling tricks on him.

As the former assassin padded up to the doorway, his gaze landed on Steve- who was mixing paint together to make another color. He could see the blank canvas in front of the smaller feline- he didn't know Steve liked painting. Well, Bucky doesn't know him very well- but he seems like a genuine, nice guy. A nice guy who picks fights with bullies who are twice his size. With asthma. Steve seemed quite focused on the color he just mixed together, the maine coon wondered if Steve even knew he's standing at the doorway.

Light blue eyes blinking, the former assassin decided to speak up. "You like to paint?" He asked, as he found himself padding near the tom, "I haven't seen someone using this room in awhile, it was surprising to see you in here."

[ screams i promise next reply won't take me as long omg i'm so so sorry sksksk i know you said not to worry about it but ahhh this is very late XD ]

Bucky should have thought that he might've surprised Steve. While Bucky might've caught someone sneaking behind him with his enhanced senses, others don't catch it as easily. Nor do others have the skills or past like Bucky- being a former brainwashed assassin isn't common. For so long, the maine coon has been used to how his mind operates, rather than think of how others would react. As Steve turned to face him, Bucky saw a hint of embarrassment in the tom's eyes- he infrenenced it was about getting startled. A gentle, apologetic smile made it's way onto his maw. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," He said as he padded a little closer, before sitting himself down on the ground.

So, he guessed correctly- Steve does paint! While his canvas is blank, clearly he was trying to think of something. Steve almost looked disappointed that the canvas was blank- the slightly hunched shoulders, sighing, and huffing gave him that assumption. Though, the witty comment changed his mind, usually if someone was disappointed, they wouldn't make a joke like that. Steve clearly shows that he knows all and well about the patience an artist needs when not only coming up with ideas, but how to put it on paper. He was about to open his mouth to speak, when the devon rex eyes seemed to light up, looking at the canvas, and then onto Bucky.

"Do you... want something painted? Still haven't gotten to thank you right for those guys."

Bucky blinked out of surprise for a moment, ears pricked up at what Steve asked him. "Oh- sure! And it's really no problem," He mewed with a small sheepish grin, "Though, you took care of those guys more than I did." Bucky came in the back end of it all, those bullies were running off with their tails between their legs. Steve relied the bullies up, and attacked them, disregarding his clear size disadvantage. It felt like Bucky should be thanking Steve for his help, but would that encourage Steve to pick more fights with other bullies?

"What do you generally paint?" He asked after a few moments of silence, glancing at the paints Steve had out in front of him. Bucky wasn't an artist, he wasn't sure what would look good on that canvas. He was sure Steve came up with an idea, otherwise he probably wouldn't have asked Bucky that request. He was curious of what Steve would paint, as Bucky hasn't watched him paint before. Actually, he hasn't watched anyone paint before, so it'll be interesting to see how it's done.