𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒. ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ) ✓

xxvii. HAIR

[GENERAL PLOT BY @mxssxngxr1 AS WELL AS COMBINED WITH A REQUEST]

You had known Bucky for quite a long time. I mean a really long time. Let's just say that you remember when you, Steve and Bucky all used to play on the playground together. That means that you'd seen Bucky through a bunch of different phases. Especially with his hair.

There was the short hair, the slicked back hair, the purposely messed up hair, the army hair and now the hot assassin hair.

As hot as the hot assassin hair is, your favourite of all has to be the army hair.

So if would be an understatement to say that you were trying to convince Bucky to cut his hair.

"It would only be about this much." you say to Bucky, indicating the larger portion of his hair that you had bunched into your hand. Bucky, teasingly, smacked your hand away.

"I'm not cutting my hair." he laughed, continuing to read the book in his hands and you sighed heavily, in response.

That, however didn't seem to stop you.

-

You could hear Bucky's soft breathing beside you as the two of you laid in bed. You took that to mean that he was asleep so you gently turned to face him. A small smile ghosted your lips when you looked at him sleeping peacefully. You took a strand of his soft hair between your fingers, playing with it gently. You stopped when an idea formed in your mind. Leaning towards the pencil pot on your bedside table, you grabbed for your scissors.

"Don't even." Bucky's low voice came from his side of the bed. You turned back to him with an innocent smile to see that he didn't even need to open his eyes to know what you were doing.

"Oh I'm an assassin. I have enhanced senses. I see everything." you said, mockingly and Bucky smiled slightly before pulling you towards him and away from the scissors.

-

"One more try." you mumbled to yourself, entering the kitchen in which Bucky was making dinner for the two of you.

"Hey, Buck." You picked up a few of the things he was cooking and ate them as you nonchalantly walked around the kitchen, acting calm. "Your hair's all messed up lemme fix it." you state before reaching your hands up to flatten Bucky's hair.

He stops your hands in mid-air. "Have you got some kind of chemical on your had that's gonna make my hair fall out?" he questions, sceptically. You laugh at his paranoia and his expression of confusion intensifies.

"No, I don't."

"So you're okay with me not wanting to cut my hair?"

"Yep." Bucky looks at you, sceptically, before smiling a little bit. "Really?"

"No, please cut it. Just for a little while."

Bucky bursts out laughing and you bury your face in his chest, embarrassed. "Doll, I don't think that's how cutting my hair works. It can't just be for a little while."

You roll your eyes leaving the room despite hearing Bucky calling your name and laughing behind you.

-

After several attempts, you'd essentially given up on the concept of Bucky cutting his hair. You'd made peace with the fact that his long hair would stay long.

"Hey, (Y/N)." you heard a voice, that sounded exactly like Steve Rogers, call. You rushed to the door, potato peeler still in hand from making dinner, but you dropped it immediately when Bucky turned to face you.

"You like it?" Bucky smirks, pointing towards the much shorter hair on his head.

You squeal and jump at him, engulfing him in a hug and he laughs, hugging you back.

"I know, I work miracles." Steve gloats. You turn towards him as Bucky leaves the room and in a low whisper you ask "How'd you do it?"

"I told him that Sam liked longer hair and immediately, he wanted to cut his hair."

"Genius, Rogers. We should work together more often."

"That we should."