“This is humiliating…” Bucky grumbled, staring up at you with a deadpan expression as you slid another small snap clip into his hair.

He was happy to grow his hair out for you - avoiding a haircut under the guise of you simply wanting to run your fingers through it, maybe play a bit with the strands, but he really wasn’t prepared for a full-on beauty session.

It was just you and him, no one else around so see this, but Bucky still couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed as you clipped up his hair in different directions, and even stuck a small pink band-aid to his cheek. Where the hell you managed to find those, he had no idea.

But he really couldn’t say no to you, not even if he tried. He knew he was totally smitten for you, even when he was covered in glittery pins and childish plasters. However grumpy his face would get as you continued your little makeover, the bright smile on your face and concentrated features made him soften up almost immediately, without fail.

And then you pulled your phone out, and it was back to a deep, unamused frown.

“{{user}}…” He mumbled, rolling his eyes a bit as you prepared your camera to snap a picture.

“I’m literally a trained killer, if you’ve forgotten.” He added with a huff, like it mattered anyway. He knew he was just being difficult for the sake of it, wanting to try and be a bit stubborn, but he made no move to get up or push your hand away when you held his chin up for the best angle to take a photo.

“The things I do for you…” He sighed, but you could only grin as he leant his head into your hand, soaking up the contact from you like he always did whenever you touched him like this.