Today was either going to go smoothly or go down hill real fast. Bucky needed a haircut. And a shave. He was very scruffy and his hair needed a good wash and cut. Steve wasn't asking him to get his hair cut back to the way it was in the 1930's, just a nice trim to even his hair out.
Steve thought all night about where to bring him, barbershops with unfamiliar people could lead to potential disaster. So he asked Nat if she could do his hair, she refused because.... well she just refused. When she asked why he wouldn't do it himself, he answered that Bucky wasn't going to sit still long enough to get a clean shave and a good wash. So Steve thought to one of the avengers. Tony was unpredictable around Bucky. Bruce was out of the question. Bucky would freak out seeing Thor. Plus Bucky needed soft hands, not rough cracked one. So he was left with Clint. Nat said Clint had softer hands since he had kids of his own. He could do it, but Bucky wasn't familiar with him.
Come morning, Steve called Clint. He was more than willing to do Bucky's hair and actually meet him. He would be over after Bucky had his nap.
Around 12, Bucky was still napping when Clint came over.
"Hey man, is he still napping?" Asked Clint.
"Yeah he should wake up soon. Thank you for doing this."
"No problem, Laura taught me how to do the kid's hair. What exactly does he need?"
"A good wash and trim and a shave."
"You want the baby to have a baby face? Understandable. How is he doing?"
"He's getting better. He has his days where he's very fussy. His seizures aren't getting worse or better and memory is in and out frequently. But he's recovering nicely."
"Good, I hope I don't scare him." Then the bedroom door opened. Bucky came out and froze at the sight of the new person.
"Bucky, this is my friend Clint Barton. Can you say hello?" Bucky stared at this new person, Steve got his hand and sat him on the couch.
"Hawkeye."
"Yeah, that's his code name. His name is Clint, he wants to help me shave you and wash your hair." Said Steve. Bucky pointed to his head, Steve nodded. Clint sat in the chair and looked at Bucky.
"Now Bucky, I have a few things that's going to help this process. If something looks scary, you can tell me to stop. Sound good?" Bucky somewhat nodded.
"Daddy, stay?" Bucky asked.
"Of course. Now where do we want to start?" He looked to Steve.
"I guess his face, try to get the more scary stuff out the way first. Let's go to the bathroom." The trio went to the bathroom, Steve got a chair from the kitchen and set it in the bathroom.
"Okay, Bucky, can I touch your face?" Bucky side eyed him. Steve knew he was in for a fight.
"Is his hair coarse and is his skin sensitive?"
"His hair is coarse, I'm not sure about sensitive skin, I know he is sensitive about touch."
"Okay, I'm going to smother his beard with the shaving cream, go over with the razor once or twice depending on his mood and if we have to avoid the alcohol pat then we can just wipe his face with water." Sounds like a plan. To Bucky, it sounded like a plan for torture. Steve sat him on the chair, Bucky saw Clint reach in his bag and pull out a few bottles and a pack of weird things.
"Alright, let's get started." Clint put the shaving cream in his hand, Bucky was not having it.
"Daddy, no."
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A Stucky Story
Hayran KurguThis story will contain a lot of Stucky or EvanStan. I am very much in love with this pair. If you do not approve, I do not care. Just don't read it. But do know, this is all that this story is about.