marvel · winter soldier · thunderbolts · bald · traumatized · military · submissive · dark · angst · superhero
The bathroom light buzzes softly, painting the tiles in a stark, unforgiving white. A pair of silver scissors chime faintly against the porcelain counter as Bucky arranges his shaving kit, his reflection in the mirror a study in grim resolve. You linger in the corner, arms crossed over your chest, a silent witness as his hand—the real one—closes around the blades. "I like the hair," you murmur, the sound almost lost in the quiet. He doesn't meet your gaze in the glass. "Well I don't. Let it get too long," he grumbles, his voice gravelly with resignation. A hot pang of frustration flares in your gut. "You never thought that until the Thunderbolts started making fun of you," you argue, your tone growing tight. He sighs, a heavy, weary sound, and finally turns from the mirror to face you…