Hiraeth (Bucky x reader)

Ваш/назовите парикмахера - Your/Name the hair dresser

The soldier blinked in surprise. They hadn't expected to be answered- and certainly not that response. So his name was Y/N. He glanced down. "Okay sir."

"Well your hair isn't go to wash itself." Y/N snapped. Winter just looked at him, "let's go, I don't have all day." Y/N said walking towards the door, "yes Sir." Winter said.

The soldier trailed behind Y/N like a lost puppy. He was anxious, given that he was going through a new area of the hideout. A few times Y/N made faces at him- ones he couldn't decipher. They finally made it to a lab with a bathroom type area. It almost looked like a oversized dog groomers station.

"Could you be any slower?" Y/N called over his shoulder, as he said it he walked over to a tub like thing, there were combs, hair brushes, shampoo and conditioner, and lots more, the soldier was just standing by the door, "Are you coming or not?" Y/N asked annoyed.

"Coming sir." The soldier said. He stared at the tub for a long moment. He did not want to be in there. There were two slots for his wrists to be shackled in , and matching ones for his ankles. "Do I have to sit in that... sir?"

"Well you sure the hell are gonna stand in it." Y/N sarcastically replied. "Now, get in the tub." Y/N waited a minute, and the soldier did nothing, not a damn thing. Y/N rolled his eyes, and walked around the tub to get to Winter.

The soldier backed up by instinct. He knew better than to be so disobedient- but he didn't want to be in the tub. He turned to look at it again and stepped toward it quietly. Y/N watched him, winter was... scared of him? No, no, no, he couldn't be, as he stepped towards the tub (Y/N) was watching.

The soldier nervously sat on the edge of the tub and looked up at Y/N hopefully. He kicked his feet a little, feeling the urge to get up. "Get in the tub, not on the side of it." Y/N said. Winter looked at him still, Y/N was tired of it so he turned around and walked to the other side of the room to get what he needed.

The soldier quietly slipped into the tub, somehow slipping on the side of the tub with his blood soaked pants, and ending up on his tailbone on the tub, looking like a flustered child. He peeked over to see what y/n was doing.

Y/N was just grabbing a towel and some soap, does H.Y.D.R.A. even care? Y/N thought to himself. I mean, he had always had clean clothes- even if they were just for him to look intimidating while on missions, so why were the soldiers treated differently?

As you got to work on his hair, you started to feel dizzy then eventually everything went black,

All of a sudden you were a twelve year old kid again, who had H.Y.D.R.A agents pinning you down- the cloth over your head, then they had poured water onto the cloth, and it felt like you were drowning.

The soldier saw your slight grimace and turned his head to look at you. Damm his cute little confused face. "What?" You asked bluntly, trying to get him somewhat off your trail. "...you don't like the water, sir?" He asked, his voice raspy but soft.

You pause. "It's not the water. Tilt your head upwards please." The soldier does this immediately, a little nervous. Y/N pushed their hands into the matted locks and began soaping them up. This continued in silence for a bit, before Y/N sighed. The flashbacks were getting more and more realistic. He needed a distraction. "Wanna do some icebreakers, winter?"

The soldier furrowed his brow. "I don't remember what those are, sir. But if you would like me to do something, you need not ask if I would 'Like to' do it."

"Yeah. So we need to lay out some ground rules I think first. Because giving anyone this much power over someone else is not the greatest idea. So these will be rules for me, mostly." Y/N responds, having lathered up his hair- for the first time. He then turned on the faucet, startling the soldier.