Our Story

031

Today, I feel content and like nothing can bother me as I walk out of the elevator with my hair swirled up into a towel, signifying the shower I recently took where I can still feel the warmth cascading down my skin in a blanket of heat where I can comfortably wear one of Bucky's shirts that fits me a lot better than mine but I do have my shorts on so I am not dirtying all of Bucky's clothes he does need to run errands in for us. As I walk out of the elevator, I glance up into the kitchen where Steve, Natasha, Sam, and Bucky are but when I look back down at my feet that are shoved in my slippers, my head snaps back up and my face falls in... Horror? Excitement? Confusion? Love? Disbelief? All I can see is Bucky's long hair that I have always adored with his tiny waves by his temples and the fuzzy ends that dust his shoulders are now chopped off and styled with a shaved back and an incredibly short top.

"Told you dolly wouldn't like it, Buck." Steve shakes his head with a small smile as my hands come up to cover my dropped jaw that took in the quick breath

"I thought she was going to be angry." Natasha smirks as she moves out of the way for me to rush over when my eyes connect with Bucky's blue ones and his eyelids lower like he knew I would have this reaction with my eyes turning wet from tears

"Oh, no, no, no!" I frown and reach my hands up to feel the soft, tan skin instead of his stubbly cheeks and chin that I am so used to even when he never moves and smiles softly where his skin is smooth as his cheeks lift against my fingertips. "What did you do?! Where is your hair?!" I ask through my cries and with his eyes locked on mine, he can see the concern in his bright colored irises as I take a step back to take in his new look

"I still have it, baby." Bucky chuckles softly and reaches to grab my hands so I can't walk away from him as my frown contrasts the four of my friend's smiles. "It's just hair, doll." He says

"No, it's not!" I shake my head in refusal. "It's not just hair to me!" I blurt and take a breath to calm my emotions and I can see the proud glint in his eyes when he watches me take control of my heavy emotions. "Are you okay?" I whisper and lift my hands to grab his head where my palms cover his ears. "You are not hurting? No bad memories?" I barely utter the words and it drops all forms of smiles around me when I panic due to my past with short hair

"Sweetheart... My only love." He frowns and wraps his arms around me as I drop my hands to his shoulders. "I'm okay. No bad memories... No hurt. I promise" He whispers to me and I lift my scrunched eyebrows, stretching my cheeks that are sticky from my sadness

"Okay." I suck in a choppy breath and nod, believing him. "Why did you cut it?" I ask in a soft voice and Bucky sighs as he glances at Steve who shrugs with an unsure look, wondering what he wants him to do with sympathy reflecting his eyes before mine move back to Bucky's

"My precious doll." He looks back at me and I nod subtly, needing to know what the purpose was for cutting his hair. "I have a mission and I needed to cut my hair to fit the alias since mama doesn't have her beautiful magic." He starts to explain carefully

"Doesn't seem too bad..." I glance around at our friends. "When will you be home tonight?" I ask innocently and Bucky presses his lips into a regretful line

"A week from today... I leave in the next half hour." He whispers and sighs when my face breaks out into a cry and my head falls to his chest with my arms swinging limply by my sides. "Shh, my doll... It's okay, mama." He rubs his hands up and down my back

"You haven't been gone." I frown and cling to him. "You haven't been away from us." I sob and turn my head to his chest where his hand holds the back of the towel that falls before Sam reaches over and grabs it off my head for my hair to fall down my back and over Bucky's hands