You had a habit of accidentally forgetting to tell him about your plans sometimes.

You were in the shower, the warm water washing the color out of your hair as you lathered it with soap, the dye changing the color of the soap and water as it washed it down the drain.

It took 45 minutes for the water to run clear, the water having gone cold from being on for so long.

You stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself and drying off quickly, getting dressed before you wrapped your hair.

You were impressed that your skin wasn’t stained from the dye, your hands working as you did your skincare. You heard the front door close downstairs, but didn’t bother to stop what you were doing.

“Doll?” You heard Bucky call as he entered the bedroom, setting his phone and keys on the dresser.

“Bathroom, Buck.” You replied, applying your deodorant, your hair still wrapped in the towel.