Bucky Barnes Imagines

Braids

Summary: You braid Bucky's hair

a/n: this is adorable

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You were sitting on the couch by yourself in the common room when Bucky approached you. He held a towel, a brush and a little tub of elastic bands in his hands. His hair was also sopping wet, making the collar of his pyjama t-shirt soaked. He didn't have to say anything, you already knew what this meant.

Bucky wanted you to braid his hair.

So, you shifted so you sat upright, you spread your legs so he could sit between them. He plopped down on the floor after setting the towel, brush and bands on the seat next to you. You picked up the remote and turned on 'Brooklyn 99' the show you had been watching together. You turned it down just enough so you could hear the other if they spoke but could still make out what the characters were saying.

You ran your fingers through his freshly washed hair. You placed the towel across your lap and wrung out his hair, the water falling onto the towel. ''Sorry, I was just excited,'' he mumbles. It was true, he loved when you did his hair. He adored the way you'd be so gentle, the way you would scratch his scalp just right, the way you ruffled the towel on his head to dry it. He loved it so much he found himself craving it at times.

''You know I don't mind, Buck.'' you picked the towel up and placed it over his head before you started ruffling it. You jostled it for a few minutes so it could dry and totally not because you loved to hear Bucky's little giggles as the towel and his hair moved around his head and in front of his face. And totally not because you worshipped the little glimpses of his smile you caught in the reflection of the TV.

You pulled the towel from his head to see his hair dishevelled. You grabbed the brush from beside you and gently ran it through his hair. When it was all brushed out you, once again, carded your fingers through it, stopping to scratch his scalp lightly which made him hum in delight. ''You gotta show me your conditioner and your routine. Your hair is so soft,'' you expressed.

For some unknown reason, Bucky tensed, maybe it was because of the thought of being in the shower with you, even though he's certain that's not what you meant, or that you shifted so your legs laid over his shoulders. Regardless he held your shins, his thumbs subconsciously drawing random patterns on the cloth-covered skin. 

''You want the small ones or two big ones?'' you asked. He thought for a moment. He liked the way the two big ones looked but he loved having the small ones done because it meant more time with you.

''Small ones. Please.'' he smiled.

While you sectioned out his hair you made small talk ''Any women on the scene, Buck?''

He scoffed, followed by a dry little chuckle. ''No. Why? You know someone?'' he grinned playfully as you shook your head 'no'. ''Any guys?''

''I don't seem to have the best luck with guys.'' you inhaled.

''Why?''

''Guy's are assholes. Well, most of them. Brendon, as you know, was a dick.'' he clenched his jaw hard at the memories of Brendon. He had his suspicions and didn't want to offend you by asking but when he saw the bruises on your body... Brendon was lucky he wasn't six feet under right now. 

You continued to talk with Bucky about random stuff, occasionally stopping to watch the show when it got interesting.

Steve had come into the room a while ago but neither of you noticed, the both of you too immersed in your activities. He leaned against the counter, tea in hand as he stared at his two best friends with a loving smile. 

Tony strolled in sometime later and stopped when he saw the position the two of you were in. ''So, we're certain they aren't dating?'' Tony questioned in a whisper as you and Bucky laughed at the show. Steve took a sip of his beverage before answering.

''They're both hopelessly in love with the other.'' he paused ''They both also think the other thinks of them differ lying.'' he sighed and set his now empty mug on the countertop before crossing his arms over his chest.

Tony hummed as they both watched you laugh and joke with Bucky as you braided his hair.

By the time you had finished Steve and Tony had been long gone. You ruffled up his little braids and grabbed his head and moved it so he looked up at you. When you did he let out a breath with one of those sleepy smiles was on his face.

''You tired Buck?'' your hands cradled his jaw and your fingers scratched along the stubble on his face. He hummed groggily and laid his head back on your lap as he closed your eyes. Before you knew it he had fallen asleep on you.

You smiled a dopey smile, an effect of your exhaustion, and pressed a kiss to his freshly braided hair before yawning. You didn't want to move him, scared you might disturb his slumber, and frankly, you couldn't move him, there was a 200-pound supersoldier that had a tight grip on your calves still and his head on your lap.

Regardless you still tried to shimmy out of his grip but he groaned lowly in displeasure, furrowed his eyebrows, gripped your legs and nestled his face into your thigh. His actions made butterflies erupt in your stomach and your cheeks heat up.

So, you laid back and fell into the best sleep you've ever had.