It was movie night in the avengers tower and, like always, we were spread across the sofas. Bucky was sat on the floor by me, his head resting next to my thigh. He'd already ran his hands through his hair a few times, and the way his shiny hair fell back into place, I wanted to touch it. So that I did. I ran my fingers through his hair, knowing it was something that relaxed him. He tipped his head backwards and smiled at me.
"You happy there?" He asked, smile never leaving his lips. I nodded, feeling the loose pieces of hair fall out of my fingers.
"Your hair is really soft after you wash it." I whispered back, ignoring the smirk coming in my direction from Nat.
Two weeks later, Bucky and I found ourselves in the same position, this time, Bucky's head was between my knees as my feet were on the floor instead of being over Nat's knee. I was again, running my fingers through Bucky's hair, but this time I had taken to braiding Bucky's hair against his head, then pulling the ends into a bun. When I had first begun, Bucky had grumbled slightly. His hand reached up to grab mine and he looked up at me.
"What are you doing doll?" He had asked, his other hand feeling his hair.
"Shh, stop fussing, I'm just braiding your hair." I whispered back, and he let go of my hand, his body relaxing into my touch again.
