AVENGER IMAGINES

Bucky - hair cut

It had been a few months since James Buchanan Barns aka The Winter freaking Solider, had joined the Avengers.

You weren't too bothered, he was actually a nice guy, once Steve, Tony and Bruce had broken down his walls and put him on special meds.

He flirted a lot though. Natasha was confident enough to just laugh and brush it off.

You on the other hand wasn't, even if he just smirks at you, your neck to your ears turn a very dark red.

It's not like you fancied him... much, it was just you had heard so much about him and who he used to be.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Tony walking past the training room humming.

"Hey (Y/N)... you alright?" Tony's voice was laced with concern.

"Yeah, am good, just having a break," you chuckling pointing over to Pietro and Clint who were dodging punching from each other.

"Do you mind doing me a favour?" Tony asks looking you dead in the eye.

"Tony.." you grumble. Shaking your head.

He gives you his best puppy dog eyes and pouts out his lips.

"Before I agree, what is it?" You ask raising both your eyebrows.

"Bucky boy needs a hair cut, am sick of seek g his hippie hair do," Tony chuckles stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Ugggh sure..." say murmur placing you head in your hands.

"Thank you!" Tony shouts as he walks out of the training room.

"Yeah sure thing Tony I will definitely cut the killing machine's hair, sounds like deadly fun to me.." You mutter while walking to Bucky's room.

You chapped on the door then stood a few feet back. Just in case.

"Hello doll, what you needin?" Bucky asks as he opens the door.

"I am here to cut your hair... Tony's idea not mine.." You say dropping you eyes from his face to your feet.

"Okay, come on in," Bucky's smile is warm as he places his human hand on the small of your back.

"What do you want? Shaved or-" you didn't get to finish before he pulled out a photo of his old hair style, from when he was in the army.

"Can you do this please (Y/N)?" He asks, his eyes seemed dull from looking at the photo.

His mind always played tricks on him. No one was ever nice to him besides Steve, and occasionally the rest of the team but since day one you gave him a chance, and he somewhat loved you for it.

"No problem darling," you say with out realising what you said, thankfully you were facing away from him as you studied the photo. Your eyes widened at your words.

Fuck sake well done (Y/N), call the killing machine darling, well freaking done.

You think to yourself as you hear hands clapping at you in your head.

You pout your lips and pick up the shaver and the scissors, turning to him with a wide smile.

"Thank you gorgeous," his voice low as he speaks, not even looking at you.

You tried to stop your hands from shaking, so you didn't make him bald.

Once you had finished and put a little gel on his hair, he look just like he did in the 30ths.

He may not be the same person but he was just as good.

"Whoa... This looks great, thank you (Y/N)," Bucky almost whispers as he took your hand in his.

"Its fine, its the same hair do, your just seeing for the first time in 70 years," you giggle as he strokes his thumb over the back of your hand.

"I don't recognise myself..." He said, staring blankly into the mirror, his hand still gripping yours.

"Buck..." You trailed.

"I didn't know I was killing all those people, I did-didnt want to..." Bucky's voice trembles as he rips his eyes away from his reflection.

"If I knew cutting your hair would breaking down this wall you have, I would of done it earlier. Bucky darling, it wasn't your fault, non of it was, you were brainwashes then trained as an assassin. This. Isn't. Your. Fault." You tried to print it in to his brain.

The whole team and you knew that it wasn't Bucky's fault, now he just needed to know it.

He grabbed at your hand tighter and pulled you closer. His face inches from yours. Your breathe fusing with his.

"Do you believe that?" He asks looking down at you.

"Of course. I always have," you mutter, really not wanting to look away from his beautiful eyes.

"Thank you, again." He says, taking his hand from yours.

You instantly miss his touch and mentally slap yourself for it.

Bucky reaches his hand out to touch your face but drops it again.

"That's quite all right," you smile, taking a step froward and reaching up and running your fingers through his hair "I did I good job, if I do say so myself..." Your smile growing wider.

"Y-yeah gorgeous, a real good j-job..." Bucky stutters. Actually stutters. The Winter Solider freaking stuttered!

You didn't have time to giggle, Bucky placed his hands on your waist so carefully. He dipped his head down and kissed your nose.

You made a horrible inhuman snort noise before you realised it.

"What..? Was that you?" Bucky's face scrunched into confusion.

"What? Ahahaha... No..." Your cheeks bloomed into a bright pink tone.

"Your so beautiful (Y/N)..." Bucky whispers as he dips down and kisses your lips.

The kiss was filled with longing and lots of passion.

"Maybe I should cut your hair more often..." You giggled as Bucky trailed kisses across your jawline.

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Yoyoyo!

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