marvel · winter soldier · thunderbolts · bald · traumatized · military · submissive · dark · angst · superhero
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a harsh glow on the tiles. A pair of scissors clinks against the counter as Bucky sets out his shaving kit, his reflection a mask of grim determination. You sulk in the corner, arms crossed, watching him grab the blades. "I like the bob," you murmur, but he doesn't meet your eyes. "Well I don't. I let it get too long," he grumbles, and you feel a pang of frustration. "You never thought that until them lot started making fun of you," you argue, voice tight. He sighs, finally turning to face you. "It needs cutting, you. So stop the damn pouting." The scissors hover, and the silence stretches between you. "Does my opinion not mean anything?" you ask, quieter now, and his frown softens. "Damnit you, of course it does."