ALWAYS || Sequel to BUCKY ✔️

eleven

chapter eleven
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A few days after Ray's surgery, it was the first time that she felt happy. Of course that was entirely ironic as she had just been given a time stamp on her life. But it almost brought her peace. She was content and hopeful that things would work out.

Bucky tried his best to stay strong for Ray. He needed to be there for her as her rock; the way she had been when he needed her. He tried his best to keep her happy and make sure her mind was always somewhere else.

That was why he was waiting for her when she came back from spending the afternoon with Shuri.

"Hey Bucky," Ray smiled and closed the door behind her. "I thought that you were with Steve?"

"I was." He answered her. He moved from the bed and walked over to her, slipping his arms around her waist and pulled her into an embrace. His lips held hers captive for a moment or two before he pulled away.

"Is this an early afternoon booty call?" Ray teased against his lips.

"No." Bucky kissed her once more. Then he pulled out a pair of scissors from the back of his pocket. "I was thinking you could cut my hair."

Ray looked at him with surprise. "You sure?"

"Yes. I think it's time. I want to."

"Okay. Let's go into the bathroom so it'll be easier to clean up." Ray pushes him into the small bathroom that was connected to their bedroom. "You need to wet your hair first so I can cut it. You can shower."

"Come in with me." Bucky grabbed her hand.

"The doctor told me that I have to rest. Something tells me that if I get into the shower with you I will not be resting." Ray crossed his arms.

Bucky raised his hands in defense. "I won't start anything."

"So you're saying that after a year you wouldn't wanna have sex with me?"

"What? No that's not what I meant."

Ray laughed loudly and shook her head. "I'm just kidding. You're so gullible. Now hurry up. I'll wait right here." She sat down on the toilet cover and watched him.

Bucky then felt nervous; though he didn't know why. He wondered if this was her revenge for when he watched her change the other day.

"Close your eyes." He told her.

Ray tried her best not to smile before she did as he asked, using her hands to cover them. When she heard this clothes falling to the floor she peaked through her hands and started to laugh.

"I don't think I've ever seen you in white before. I like it." Ray teased.

"You're supposed to have your eyes closed." Bucky said as he started the shower water. He stood only in white underwear.

"Oh right, my bad." Ray covered her eyes again.

Bucky's shower was quick and soon he was wrapped in only a towel, sitting backwards in the toilet. Ray stood behind him and was brushing his hair with a metal comb. It reached just below his shoulders and even wet was incredibly soft.

Ray absolutely did not want to cut it. She simply loved his hair, down to the very last strand. But she knew it was what he wanted and it was best for him.

"How short do you want it?"

"I don't know. Like Steve's."

"Aw, how cute." Ray teased. She grabbed the scissors that he had given her in the first place and slowly started to cut his hair.

Long strands fell to the tiled floor as she cut away at a good amount of his hair. Ray was never very good at cutting her own hair, but cutting his was easier than she thought.

After about twenty minutes she brushed the spare strands off his broad shoulders. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug.

"Okay macho man, let's see how bad you look." She pressed a kiss to his neck and then stood straight, watching as he turned around.

Bucky's hand went to the back of his hair, feeling for the first time in decades his short hair. It felt odd but it brought a piece of himself back. He felt younger, as crazy as it was, and he liked it.

"What do you think?" Bucky asked Ray.

She was staring intently at him. "I think... that rest may not be that important right now."

Bucky thought back to their previous conversation and immediately smiled at her response. Then he stood up and wrapped his arms around her.

Ray locked her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his, not bothering to wait a moment longer.

Together they walked out of the bathroom, still held captive by each other, until Ray felt the edge of the bed press against the back of her legs. Then their kiss broke apart and she looked up at him.

"You're really hot with your hair like that."

"And you said you liked my long hair." He mumbled against her lips.

"Well it's easier to pull."

"I'm sure you'll figure something out." He kissed her again and they both climbed into the bed.

Ray's hands traveled down his bare chest and pulled at the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

"It's been too long." She told him as he attempted at pulling off her shirt. "You seem a little rusty."

"Shut up I don't want to hurt your back."

"I can take a hit." Ray winked at him.

Just as he was about to prove her statement, the sound of heavy knocking sounded at the door. They both froze for a moment, waiting to see if they would go away. But the knocking continued.

"Fucking Hell." She moved from underneath him and threw the towel at him. When she got to the door she pulled it open. "What do you want?"

King T'challa stood outside the door with a smile; though it faltered for only a moment when he saw the state of her being and a shirtless Bucky sitting in the bed. "Ray, I would appreciate if you and Bucky would accompany me in a meeting. Our friends are already waiting for us. We have very important matters to discuss."

"I have important things to do in here."

"I am confident you do. I would not have interrupted if it wasn't important. I will wait out here for you two to be ready."

"Fine." Ray shut the door and turned around. "Put your pants back on, babe, we got a meeting."

"Test results?"

"I have no idea. But we will have to put a pause on this. You can fuck me later."