“Don’t do this, Bucky.”
“I’m not letting you.”
“I absolutely refuse to let you do this, (Name).”
“Oh for heaven’s sake, it is not that big a deal!”
“Yes it is! And I will not allow you to do this!”
“Child, you are overreacting.”
“No I’m not!”
“I’m just giving you a haircut. You need it!”
“I do not!”
She groaned loudly, the scissors in her hand waiting expectantly, but to no avail. Bucky was dead set against anyone touching his hair. (Name) figured it was because of trust issues, seeing as he was pretty cold and distant towards anyone who attempted to be nice to him. The only reason why he was sort of conversational with her was because she’d taken him in. Of course, she didn’t know a thing about him, except that he’d shown up passed out at the edge of the woods outside her house, a couple days after the DC incident (which she currently had no idea he’d been apart of).
It’d been about two months since then, and he had yet to leave her home. Which she was totally fine with, despite not knowing who or what he was, much less his backstory or anything related to him. And don’t even get her started on the metal arm. What was the deal with that anyways? She sighed sharply, her hands landing on her hips as she cocked her head sideways, a grimace on her face.
“I told you to stop calling me Bucky.”
“It’s the only thing I have to go on! You didn’t tell me your name, and I can only call you that because it’s the name I saw written on the inside of your jacket. By the way, when are you going to get rid of it? If I didn’t know any better I’d say it was your grandfather’s or something.” She commented, and he looked up at her with a suspicious glare, a hidden fear in his eyes.
“Why...would you think it’s my grandfather’s?”
“Are you kidding me? I mean, look at it, it’s ancient! Where’d you get it from, World War I?”
“Nothing.” He cut in quickly, and averted his gaze back to the large window on the side of the house. She lived secluded, a large house taking up most of the 100 acre lot. Woods and forestry surrounded the place, which she really appreciated, seeing as being alone with nothing but a dog, a cat and now a strange
“Then here’s the deal, O Nameless One; Either you tell me what your story is or I cut your hair. You decide.” She said, and he just rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look up from the window.
“How about neither?”
“You have to choose one, Bucky.”
“No I don’t. And stop calling me that.”
“I’ll stop calling you Bucky if you let me cut your hair.”
“Come on, man!” (Name) whined, taking a seat next to him in the window sill (it was one of those really big windows that stick out so you can sit on their sills and look out of them at the same time). He glanced over at her for a moment, but didn’t really pay her any mind.
“Why should I?”
“Because you owe me.”
“I owe you?”
“Yeah, you do! I’m kind of letting you live in my house and do whatever you want for free, not to mention letting you just come and go as you please! It’s like I have another cat, honestly. But since you’re a person, you can’t just live here for free.”
“Because you have the capability to pay me back. Cats can’t do that. Well, technically they can, with like, love and affection and stuff.”
“I can just do that, too.” He replied, and she just chuckled, twirling the scissors in her hand.
“Are you kidding me? Come on, Bucky, you’re the coldest and most distant person I’ve ever met in my entire life! If I ever saw you being loving or affectionate, I’d cut my own hair!” She joked. She’d never cut her hair ever. She liked it long and flowy, it made her feel more free. The last time someone had suggested she cut her hair, she’d told them “Sure, maybe when the world ends!”
“Can I hold you to that?” He asked, and she looked at him curiously, not sure if he was being serious or not. You can never really tell with that guy. Another laugh escaped her lips and she shook her head.
“Sure, Buck. I swear that’s totally what I would do if you eve--”
She was suddenly cut off by a kiss. A kiss from Bucky.
A kiss from Bucky.
“There.” He muttered when they broke apart, the tiniest of smiles on his lips. “I did it. Now you have to cut your hair.”
All she could do was sit and stare at him, completely caught off guard. A blush had blossomed on her face, which he proudly noticed as he stood up and left his spot on the window, leaving her frozen in place. Until she realized what she had to do.
“Oh, that’s just not fair!!”
“Life’s not fair, (Name).”
“But the whole reason why I came over here was so you would have to get your hair cut, not me!”
“Ironic, isn’t it?”
“Oh, don’t get smart with me, Bucky! I will throw you out of this house so fast!”
“But I already paid my dues. And I can pay more if I have to, just to let you know.”
“That’s what I thought. You enjoyed it.”
“I will, as soon as you cut your hair.”
And the sound of scissors being thrown and lodged into a metal arm could be heard moments after.