WinterIron one shots

New Man

Word count:2155

Summery: Bucky wants a haircut - but he wants tony to do it

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Tony was only planning to cross through the hall to reach the kitchen for some more coffee. The white noise of the shower running caught his attention, and his initial goal shifted on a dime. Maybe he could catch his Bucky in the hot, steamy shower, and they could kiss and... but he needed the coffee. It after a little thought , he forgot about it.

The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, as if Bucky knew. As if he knew Tony was close to surfacing for energy in the form of coffee, and he was going to find the shower on and the door open and not be able to resist entering. Steam poured out of the door in milky waves, whispering to Tony to come inside.

Tony inched closer, easing the door open further with his toe.

He paused.

Instead of finding Bucky's silhouette behind the hazy shower curtain, dripping and running his hand through his hair to work out the conditioner he'd massaged into his dark roots, Tony was met with a different sight.

The shower was on, but Bucky wasn't in it, instead he was leaning heavily against the sink, head bowed and shoulders hunched. Next to the hand that reflected the light that touched it, was the scissors that usually stayed nestled in a kitchen drawer. There was no spare clothes, no towel, nothing that indicated that Bucky was even planning on showering in the first place. So why was the water running.

"Are you alright?" Tony didn't like the sight of this, he couldn't see Bucky's face properly as his inky dark hair obstructed his expression. Bucky didn't jump as Tony entered, he'd heard the man come down the hall.

"Yeah." Bucky finally lifted his head and Tony was met with an expression of conflict, there was some sort of fight happening behind those blue-grey eyes.

"Talk to me." Tony murmured, coming close to run his hand comfortingly up and down Bucky's back, pleased to see those broad shoulders relaxed a bit. It still startled Tony that someone could ever love him like Bucky did. How was it that just his touch was enough to give Bucky some form of comfort.

Bucky stared at Tony through the mirror that the steam hadn yet touched, his expression unreadable. It was times like this in which Tony's hands started to shake, and his breath grew a bit more shallow. He felt sick, nauseous, like there was an ice cube in his gut, waiting for what Bucky was going to say, what sort of explanation he had for having those scissors and that look on his face.

"Buck?" Tony whispered, deep brown eyes full of worry and anxiety for the man he loved that still remained carefully quiet. Suddenly, Bucky blew out a sharp breath of hair, his eyes drifting back down to the center of the sink. Tony looked down too, noticing Bucky's flesh hand in which the knuckles were white. As if this sink was the only thing holding him upright. "You're scaring me, darling."

Tony knew his own hands were shaking at that point and he hoped Bucky wouldn't notice, but he did. He always noticed Tony. Even when Tony didn want him to, even when he tried to hide his emotions, Bucky always found a way to dig through them and hold them up to the light.

"Why are you scared?" Bucky turned, facing Tony full on, and with just one sweep of those stormy grey eyes, he knew that Bucky saw every little thing he was feeling. Bucky saw straight into his soul, right through to the center "Tony?"

Tony gave an exasperated laugh, throwing his hands up, "Well I don't know, you're here looking like that, you have the water running and you have the scissors? What am I supposed to think?"

Bucky gave a weak chuckle, looking at the area around him. It was a fair assumption to be worried, he'd say, though that wasn't his intention whatsoever.