Bucky had never been good at shaving his own beard so, in the earlier days, had his mom do it and, well, HYDRA shaved it for him.

So, when he met you, you happily did it for him when he asked.

He liked being close to you as you focused on cleaning him up even though you thought he always looked great.

He also only used shaving knives, not liking the way that the electrical razors left him.

You just got home after a long and grueling mission but it was Bucky's "shave day", as you both called it.

"Give me ten and I'll help you out." you had said, kicking your boots off.

"It's fine. Relax, I'll do it myself." he said, giving you that lopsided smile that made your stomach flip.

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, pouting with a shaving knife in hand.

"I like it better when you do it." he said quietly, like a chastised child.