Halfway through the mission, we had been forced to retreat and rethink our plan. Whilst we were sat trying to figure out the best plan of attack, Bucky was complaining about his hair falling over his eyes as he was fighting someone.
Sam had offered to shave his head, which earned him a glare before Bucky turned to me.
"Can you do something?" He asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
"C'mere." I pointed to the floor space between my legs and he sat, head facing towards Steve, who was opposite us. I made quick work of braiding his hair against his head before pulling it into a man bun in the back. He seemed to lean into my touch, everytime I touched his head and when I told him I was finished he whined slightly, resting his head on my right knee.
"I'm staying here." He whispered, wrapping his arms around my shin to keep me still. I rolled my eyes, them landing on Nat, who was smirking at the sight.
