Mar 22, 2022
My taste in men can be put into two categories, as illustrated by Marvel crushes:
Traumatised pretty blonds
And big ol' himbos
All tied together by each of them really needing to be taken into my arms and gently kissed on the forehead
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My taste in men can be put into two categories, as illustrated by Marvel crushes:
Traumatised pretty blonds
And big ol' himbos
All tied together by each of them really needing to be taken into my arms and gently kissed on the forehead
A Dance Just For Two | PT.2
Previous : Just You
Word count : 2761
Pt. 2: Marshmallows
It was late by the time they had arrived home, actually a smidge past midnight.
So, of course, neither of the two would have expected to run into anyone.
As far as (f/n) was aware of, Natasha was away on assignment.
It was one she didn’t bother to disclose too much information on, which wasn't too much out of the ordinary because Nat never really revealed too much about where she was going, or what she’d do when she left.
It was always confidential, and everyone knew to not ask.
The redhead had left two days prior on a starless night, dressed in her form-fitting black uniform, leaving with nothing more than what was on her.
And though she was strict about what she’d reveal about her missions, she did, however, offer a small smile, along with her goodbye as she usually did.
Clint Barton had long left, announcing his retirement with a tired and half-hearted smile following up the battle in Sokovia. Prioritizing his family was beyond anything else, and seeing the growing team, he decided it was a good moment to part ways.
And hell, (f/n) couldn't blame him, because if she had a family herself, she’d pick them over everything else in the world.
Bruce Banner was still MIA, his whereabouts being a mystery to everyone, and worry ensued for him.
He was a kind man with a heavy curse, one he had no control of, and the (h/c) haired young woman could only hope he found his way back soon, returning back home safe and sound. But for the moment, it seemed that he didn’t want to be found and it was clear as day.
It was also plainly obvious that his departure had its effect on a certain member,
‘That’s probably why she keeps herself so busy now...’ (f/n) thought to herself with a touch of sadness.
Thor had also decided to part ways, his face filled with conflict as he bid his farewell, seeming to have too much on his mind to express.
Up to date, he hadn’t sent word back, and she wished there was a way to reach him, just to know if he was alright out there. (f/n) couldn’t even begin to imagine what things lay beyond the earth, what other threats the thunder god took care of alone.
She could only hope that whatever dangers he encountered, they were no match for his might.
Wanda Maximoff had become an official member of the Avengers not long after the battle in Sokovia.
She grieved over the loss of her only kin, her hands empty as she realized she had nothing more left because everything she cared for had been there at her side until his final breath, bloodied on the battlefield.
However, Clint Barton assured her she had a place, that she could pull through because her young life was filled with promise.
Every day since then, the young woman worked tirelessly to gain more control of her strange powers, learning ways to expand the manipulation of them she had access to.
Vision, who had also become a member after the events aided her, the two becoming a close pair soon after, an obvious attachment grown between them during the duration of time.
They went together like youth and inexperience, and in a sense, they represented the two sides perfectly.
The artificial being, though not requiring rest, would often partake in the falls of slumber, most often times around 10, finding it to be a reasonable hour, whereas Wanda was a toss between ten or three, with no real indicator to which she would lean to.
Either way, she stayed in her quarters, unbothered by the world outside.
Tony, of course, was someone else who stayed up late quite often, stuck in his laboratory doing things (f/n) would never come to understand because to put it plainly, she wasn't a whiz kid like he was. He stayed locked in the wide space, a dark roast of hot beverage chugged down excessively with frequency.
Heck, the man lived on coffee.
But she knew well enough it wasn't just the drink that had him up, it was much more that would haunt him, leaving him restless at night.
What was much more to leave him awake: Pepper’s absence.
What solace he’d find at her side at night went missing as she left.
“ A small business trip,” she said, to which everyone believed.
But then she didn’t return to the home, nor was she frequently shown at Stark's side like before.
She was still active as CEO of his company, something he’d never take from her, because all in all, she earned it. She was his successor despite any strain in their relationship, and (f/n) found it fitting.
(f/n) was close to Tony Stark, having grown a mutual fondness at first that grew into genuine feelings of love. And while she was certain they could speak about anything, Tony was someone that didn’t like bothering people with his own problems too.
Similar to her, he felt like a burden while opening his heart.
‘It would be nice if we could all just let go,’ She mused, ‘Let go of all the feelings that anchor us.’ She added, knowing that all of them had something that weighed them down.
Side glancing at the blonde beside her, (f/n) smiled softly, ‘ Would I be happier if I let you go?’ She wondered.
‘Or can I actually find a way to reach you, reaching happiness that way?’
The gentle warmth of the spacious room then spread all around her, smoothing her like a fluffy blanket, bringing her instant comfort, to the point of making a small moan of delight leave her to show her contentment.
Needless to say, it felt good to be home, and when she said that there was no place like home, she truly meant it.
There truly was absolutely no place like the Avengers facility, and she would go so far as to admit that it was far better than the tower they had previously gathered within.
‘It’s perfect,’ she thought gleefully as a sweet, creamy scent wafted towards her, tickling her nose and making her mouth moist with desire for the teasing, traveling aroma, even if she wasn't quite sure what it was.
She couldn't pinpoint it, but it was somewhere there on the tip of her tongue, moreover, it made her feel giddy for some reason.
And hidden in the background, being outshined by the visiting smell was a smokey wild cherry that was more recognizable and well known throughout the place.
The crisp “snip-snap” cracking sounds of the blazing fire in the room caught her attention, causing her to pull up a soft smile at the view, knowing that the lovely display was out again, spreading out warmth as well as the sweet, welcoming scent of Cherrywood.
‘Tony really outdoes himself.’ she thought to herself, gazing at the flames with fascination, watching the Amber-colored heat dance in mellow movements.
Though Stark might find improvement in the place, always running through the rest of the crew with new ideas, she thought the building in its entirety was just fine, perfect even.
She wasn't sure about everyone else, but that’s how she felt at least.
She felt that nothing needed to change as It felt like a true home, packed with people she loved.
Isn’t that what made home, well, home?
Love..?
As she swam in that thought, one particular man set himself off from the rest, just as he always did.
Her (e/c) colored eyes peeked over to the said man to find him engrossed within the sight of the soothing fire, caught in thought, just as she had been a moment ago.
With sincere admittance, she'd have given anything to know what he was thinking, and what was much more, know if there was a part of his pondering that was about her.
The smile gracing his face as he watched the flames dance made her feel warm fuzz all over as she continued to observe him, the slightly dimmed lighting doing nothing but accenting the lovely edges of his features.
As if he wasn’t astonishingly handsome already.
“ looks real doesn’t it?” she commented, her voice sweet-sounding and soft as she airily spoke, making him turn his attention to her, snapping out of his light daze with her simple question.
“I was just thinking that.” he said shaking his head. “ looks like someone lit a fire behind a glass window. And then the smell... it’s hard to believe it’s not real,” he added. “ Technology has gotten pretty crazy, I would have never imagined sitting down and warming up next to an imitation fireplace this realistic.” He admitted.
“I mean, yeah we had these, but not as convincing,” he explained.
“It's scary isn't it old man...” she said wiggling her fingers in front of him. “Technology is so scary,” she said adding tremor to her voice, continuing to giggle with glee as he stared at her flatly.
Raising an eyebrow at her with a teasing smirk growing, he waited for her to calm down more before speaking,
“ Oh...aren't you the one paranoid about that little movie?” he asked her, “ what was it...” he muttered to himself, humming, his right hand taking a light hold of his chin. “ Ah, Wall-e right? Robots are gonna take over the world and control it, right?” he asked her and she stopped laughing, piping down.
“ That was a kid's movie and you were paranoid about something like that, ” he said poking her cheek. “ So, I guess, technology is scary, ohhhh…” he said mimicking her earlier actions, taunting her with the same childish actions as she stared at him with a halfhearted glare.
“That wasn’t exactly it,” she told him.
Sure that little film gave her anxiety, but not for that very reason,
“ Besides, if we're talking about that... I wasn't so far off…” she grumbled, referring to the incident with the ‘peacekeeper’ Ultron.
The entire ordeal had been a complete nightmare for her.
While, of course, Large, menacing, reptilian-like aliens would be something to fear, nothing really took the top off as much as psycho killer robots, but that was just her opinion.
She began to nibble on her left thumb’s nail as she recalled the event, all with a cold shiver.
“- Quit sucking your thumb,” Steve chided, chuckling as she instantly brought the entire hand down, her hand fisted to her side as she glared at him.
“I wasn’t sucking on it!” she said with a short hiss as an exaggeration to the ‘s’ sound.
Ready to challenge her, Steve opened his mouth to speak, stopped by another masculine voice,
“ Well, well, well, having fun alone you two?” Bucky said teasingly, finally catching the other two’s attention.
“Don't you two know how late it is?” he chided tisking, adding on a small chuckle.
His attention was trained over the counter as his back faced both (f/n) and Steve, not letting them see his true, troubled face.
“-Jealous?” Steve said raising a brow, quirking up a partial smile, mindlessly teasing his friend.
“Maybe…” Bucky huffed, “ I wasn't invited out after all.” Bucky replied bitterly.
“You know, my two friends decided to hang out without me.” he sighed, “ How could I not be?”
“ We were just out for a stroll,” (f/n) said rolling her eyes, “You're such a drama queen,” she added playfully.
In response, he hummed and turned around with two mugs of a hot beverage, pursing his lips as he looked off to the side, “I always have a comeback at hand,” he warned her, “ But being the grown-up here, I’ll keep them to myself,” he said while walking towards the two.
He then handed each of them their own cups, going back to retrieve his own.
Curious, she gazed down to see her kitty mug filled with hot cocoa, brimmed with small marshmallows.
With eagerness, she smelled the sweet aroma up close,
“ Oh, Hot cocoa ! “ she chirped joyously, giving the man a closed eye smile, absolutely joy-filled.
‘That’s what that smell was,’ She mused, 'It was right there,' She added, having been bothered by the fact that she couldn't name it off the bat, and by then feeling silly for not recognizing it.
Bucky’s smile broadened as he nodded while seeing her obvious excitement,
“Yeah, I thought you guys would want some,” he told them. “ It's starting to get real chilly out there.” He pouted, not liking the cold.
He wasn't really a fan.
“Ohh, you even put the tiny marshmallows on it, “(f/n) muttered, “Whoa, A whole bunch of them,” she added with a grin, all while looking within the cup.
“Just how you like it, I remembered,” Bucky replied, watching her face bloom with happiness.
“Love you Buck, You’re the best,” she said looking up towards him in gratitude before she started to blow on her drink.
“ I only got two,” Steve said staring down at his hot chocolate, plainly glaring at it with a disappointed pout, because he couldn't help but feel robbed.
“There wasn't much to work with,” Bucky said shrugging, the words accompanied by a nervous laugh.
“That’s all we had, I swear,” He added.
“Yeah, I bet,” Steve argued back flatly, “After you practically chucked the entire bag into (f/n)’s cup, you didn't have any left, right?” Steve replied with accusation.
(f/n)’s face heated up, taking a look at both cups with embarrassment.
“ I'm sorry Steve !” she said immediately. “ We can switch if you want,” she said frantically,
“Or I can just-”
Both men stared at her with amusement, Bucky being the first to laugh, shaking his head as he spoke,
“That’s cute,” he muttered.
“ Its alright doll, no need,” Steve said shaking his head. “I'm just teasing!” he exclaimed, calming her down. “Seriously,” he added.
“ I wouldn't get so worked up over some marshmallows,” he assured her.
“And Besides, I know Bucky here made that especially for you,” he said smiling knowingly with a grin, denying taking any contents from the cup in her hands as he lifted up his free hand in a stopping motion.
“He likes to play favorites between the two of us. I’ve gotten used to it anyway,” he added.
“I’m sure he doesn’t,” (f/n) said sheepishly, not believing him.
“No, I do,” Barnes said with certainty, his upfront admittance making her keep her eyes down to her drink,
‘Oh Bucky,’ She thought with a smile, shaking her head at his response, not sure if he meant it, or said it just to be a tease.
After taking a sip, she looked back towards Bucky, her eyes full of gratitude and amusement,
“At least you made some for yourself, “ she said with relief to which he shook his head,
“Nah,” he replied, making her stop drinking.
“ You didn’t make some for yourself?" She asked him, and shaking his head again, he answered her, “Nah, but it's fine.” He said with a dismissive wave.
“But wait what’s that in your hand,” she asked, pointing her finger towards his cup.
“Water,” he replied, “ I only realized afterward that I only made enough for two, but again, it’s fine,” He assured her, putting it down on the closest surface to him.
“Oh Bucky,” she said sighing, walking closer to him and leaving Steve's side altogether.
She took one of his hands, the warm flesh one, raising it up to touch the steamy mug in her hand. She pressed it there beneath hers as she gave him a small smile. “ Here, “ she told him, her hold loosening to let him take hold of the drink.
“But It’s for you,” he reminded her, being quick to return it, doing the same as she had by holding her hand to the mug,
“Really,” he said sweetly, begging her with his eyes.
" Half and half ?" She suggested, not willing to let it go.
"That's the closest I'm getting to winning, huh?" He asked her with defeat, and nodding (f/n) agreed, "Pretty much," she said, having gone unbeaten up to date, getting the last say.
'Only because it's you.
Only because you're so sweet.
Only because I love you so damn much,' The dark-haired man thought with a soft smile.
Bucky caved, the three people enjoying the warm drink as they talked, letting the night take its course.
Next : Little Smooch
Who was your first Marvel crush and who is your current one
Day 16: Favorite GIF, this was a tough one, there are so many GIF of Sebastian Stan that I love, but at the end I pick this one because That lip bite was my undoing
A Dance Just for Two | Pt. 1
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader // Bucky Barnes x Reader
“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.”
― Coco Chanel
Yes I edited it. I fixed it so I can finally pick back up on it, and I finally came up with a name.
Word count : 5314
Summary: She’s been in the same cycle for what has been too long, and it gets to a point it's unbearable.
Fair warning: Drama. Lots of it.
- Bucky here is a lot less reserved than what I've made him be previously. He’s become more comfortable, especially with everyone around him, and not as well...sad and troubled to be blunt // So no angsty Buck.
- I just came up with the title. Thought it was sweet.
Pt. 1 : Just You
The smiling blonde seemed to enjoy her new hairdo, going as far as to touch the shorter (h/c) strands, all while smiling.
With his fingers already weaved through her hair, he then ran his hand down the short length, soon feeling the soft texture against his skin as it ran through the mass of (h/c), stopping only when he hit little snags that were easily undone by his kind fingers.
Cue the blush on her part, for the start of a game that always went full circle,
‘You compliment me, and I blush. I compliment you and you smile….' She thought while standing motionlessly, letting him have his way with her, enjoying as he practically petted her.
'- You compliment me again, and we're back to square one.’ She thought with an unenthusiastic sigh that came out soft and blue.
It was a tortuous, vicious game they played, but nonetheless, it brought her joy.
There was an unmistakable, lovely, fluttering to her heart every single time he said something flattering to her, or even looked her way for that matter.
She could smile for days after being with him for just a few minutes; eating up every scrap of affection he dropped for her, whether he’d intended it or not.
All in all, he was like a sweet, familiar drug, and she was an addicted fool, always craving more of him, helplessly crawling back whenever she found herself scorned, right after deciding she'd let go for good.
‘I’ve tried to draw back,’ She thought to herself, finding each and every attempt futile, because she was always drawn back.
The blush that he caused would stain on her face like grass marks on a pair of white pants, displayed out for the world to see the embarrassing, little color that gave her away.
It was prominent, and yet, he never made a fuss about it, not caring about the blooming dusk of warmth spread out over her face. That, or he just never noticed, never connecting the dots to realize that the reason behind every one of her bashful twitches was due to him.
‘He’d have to be blind to never see it…’ (f/n) thought with a half-assed feeling of annoyance, wondering if he was really that clueless when it came to something so stupidly transparent to the world.
She was teased by just about everyone else, and yet, he remained unaware.
‘ - Well,' She started, ' he can be just a bit oblivious sometimes,’ she argued, 'And I guess it's not his fault,' She added taking into account that it only made him more beloved.
The trait, though annoying at times, was just one of his sweet points.
She then shook her head with exasperation, her upset a product of both his behavior, as well as hers, because in the end, she did it to herself.
‘ It's hopeless…’ she added while staring up at his handsome face, all in a love-struck state, because there was no other way she could look at him anymore.
The lovely, little feeling of soft-winged creatures tickling the insides of her stomach walls was there, accompanied by the presence of longing, the soft ache residing within her bosom, caused by the very being that easily threw her up into a sweet high, and brought her down just as quick.
Feeling her gaze fall on him, and much more, last, he looked down at her with a look of concern, “ Are you alright (f/n)? “ he asked her with worry, noticing the troubled look on her face, regarding it as rather blue and down.
At the sound of his voice, she came back to earth, brought back from all her mindless musing.
“Oh... Yeah," She started, speaking airily at first as she slowly found the right words.
" I've had a few things on my mind lately,” she admitted, telling him a vague truth, not wanting to reveal the true reason for her inner musings.
How could she admit to him he was on her mind?
How could she tell him, that half of the time she was quiet, she was running over lines that were perfect enough to capture everything she felt to finally let him understand all the things he made her feel.
How could she simply downright admit that she’d been waiting for him to just notice her?
With a lock of her (h/c) colored hair in between her fingertips, she gazed at the chopped strands to focus on something other than his lovely eyes, avoiding them best she could, all in spite of the draw she felt to travel back to them.
It was an act done out of desperation because she knew that if she kept looking at him, and much more focused on just him, she'd be fidgeting too much.
She was desperately attempting to suppress the undeniable joy within her rapidly palpitating heart as he gazed at her,
‘He worries about me so much...’ she thought to herself, feeling special by having stolen his sweet blue gaze for just that instant.
‘He’s so sweet...Always concerned about everyone else,’ she then added, loving the selfless trait, earnestly admiring it.
Seeing her still gazing at the straight ends of her freshly cut hair, he spoke with growing amusement, “ Not regretting it already, are you?” he asked her, having witnessed how fickle women could be with their hair, and just about anything that constituted as fashion.
Times had changed, and yet the behavior went back and was even older than he was, all to a point he'd been witness of it while observing his own mother.
Lightly shaking her head,(f/n) chuckled, “Not yet,” she responded truthfully.
” - But give me a day or two, though,” she added, shooting him a cheeky grin, easily earning a soft chuckle.
“Alright, but I do have to ask...You’ve been growing it out for a while,” he started, “ why the sudden decision?“ he asked with interest, seeing it all as sudden.
“That..." She murmured, chuckling wearily. " Well, I just thought that maybe a new look was in order,” she added while speaking just as softly, trying to hide the giddy smile playing at her nude lips.
‘I really did it for you…’ she inwardly mused, though, not willing to say so openly.
The true reason behind the change wasn't as spontaneous as he'd believed, and much more hadn't been one she executed with ease.
She stood in before the wide mirror, staring deeply into the reflection with scrutinizing eyes, contemplating on just what would draw his attention.
She needed something that would change the game, effectively baiting him to her rather than having her silently pinning for him.
- For one, she could always try and be sexier.
It was what came to mind first, and what was always suggested for a woman during her time of duress.
It was well known that A sexy woman had the world at her hand, and she didn't need to look any farther than the redhead on her team to verify that.
“Sexier...” (f/n) said with thoughtfulness. “Me, sexy,” She added softly, the idea sounding absurd the more she contemplated it.
Her right hand's fingers played with the zipper holder of her suit, hesitating over whether or not she should dare to draw it any lower. She always just left it at her collar bone, never thinking twice about it, because all in all, it was just a uniform she wore, one she was fine with.
She never had considered making a change to the little silver piece’s usual ending destination until then.
‘But...’ She inwardly spoke, ‘Maybe just dropping it down will do the trick,’ She reasoned.
The zipper traveled down in a slow, creeping manner that soon revealed a teasing peek of her chest that left her doubtful as the little piece landed far lower than it would ever have gone while out on the field.
she stared at herself for a prolonged minute before she eased a few strands of (h/c) colored hair behind her ear before she cocked her head to the side, marveling at the sight with a soft, melodic hum.
her two hands then slid over her chest, pushing up the cushioning of her chest in the process before she let gravity work it’s usual magic.
“I don’t know...” She huffed while her left hand’s three longest fingers moved, soon curling into the collar before gliding them up a down the edge of the material, working the pads of her digits over the tiny, metal teeth.
It took her a moment to rethink it before she shook her head, openly expressing herself with a halfhearted smile that was graced by a touch of exasperation.
She then pulled up the zipper, gliding it up and stopping 3 inches below her collar,
“I guess this is more reasonable for me,” she muttered, pouting as she noticed how little of a difference the small change made.
“Well, there goes that option,” she muttered in a deadpanned tone.
She then slumped, her head falling down in defeat to a paint that her chin grazed her chest.
She had begun to believe the entire plan was hopeless until she noticed the color (h/c) come into vision.
The bangs dangling between her furrowed brows made her swallow hard, the woman knowing there was one other possibility she hadn't considered, or rather, had tried to keep out of mind.
- Her hair.
Steve had mentioned once that he found short hair to be cute, and it played at the back of her mind, teasing her as an option.
“cute,” she said out loud, meditating over the idea.
“I think I could be cute,” she said thoughtfully, pulling at the drawer to her left, blindly fishing for a silver little tool she hadn’t used in a good while.
For months now she had decided she wouldn't even touch the sharp pair, putting it far back in the deepest crevasses of her mind with the hopes she wouldn’t be tempted to mess with the progress of her hair’s growth.
‘ ...But would he really like it?’ she thought with consideration, gnawing at her bottom lip, doubting that a haircut was enough to stun him.
'Would a simple haircut magically make him fall in love?' She idly wondered, knowing that the chances were slim to none.
She focused hard on the clear reflection, imagining a cute, little cut styled on her instead of the grown-out appearance of her (straight/wavy/curly) hair.
“I’m sure… I’m sure he will,” she said before heaving, nodding her head anxiously, trying to convince the woman that stared back at her.
“ He’d notice for sure,” she said holding the slim, chromed scissors within a shaky hand.
All in spite of her final decision, she could feel her body quiver, and she thought about how stupid it may have seemed from an outsider’s perspective, because at the end of the day, it was just hair, and eventually, it would grow back.
She wasn't a vain person but was well aware that a horrible haircut could ruin her appearance in its entirety.
It could bring her confidence down to an all time low, and she was certain that while in her current state, she didn’t need to be humbled any more than she already was.
‘Oh, come on!’ she thought to herself, closing her eyes and picking the first strands of hair in between the length of her index and middle fingers.
With a quick snip, she let the first pieces fall, “It’s done,” she told herself, “ no backing out now,” she said with a low chuckle, giving the more spineless part of her no choice to turn back.
“Now...” she murmured while carefully Splitting her hair in two large chunks.
Afterward, she picked up the left portion, staring down at it as it lay in her hand, giving it one last, silent farewell.
However, in spite of her determination to pull through, as she neared the open scissors towards the chunk of hair, she recoiled, chickening out.
Her grip on the portion of hair then tightened in rebuttal, tugging at it with frustration whilst a wild surge of will suddenly hit her.
A low rumble vibrated in the back of her throat as she pressed her teeth together tightly, nearly dusting the two rows with the angered force,
‘Just do it!’ She inwardly cried as she pressed the opened sharp end of the clippers so tightly against her hair it dug into the corner, wedging itself into the small crack.
By then all she had to do was apply a little pressure to close the trimmer in order to go through with it, but even with that knowledge, she remained stiff, stuck frozen.
She continued to glare at her reflection on the dresser mirror, pursing her lips together into a hard etched, focused frown.
‘You have to learn to take risks,’ an inner voice nagged her, repeating advice she’d heard constantly over the course of her life.
‘This isn’t just about the hair, and you know it!’ She started, by then realizing that it was more about the leaps she didn’t take.
‘If I can start off with this,’ She continued, ‘If I can start off with this then I won’t be stuck waiting for him to come to me!’ She encouraged herself, wanting change in more ways than just appearance wise.
“3...2...-”
Her door suddenly slammed open, making her jump while she drew in a large, obnoxious breath, silencing her countdown before it died down to zero.
At that same moment, the sound of a quick snip bounced in her left ear, making her blood run cold, her entire body frozen rigid straight.
She could feel her blood freeze, her pumping heart halted at the chilling echo.
Bucky stood at the doorway, smiling big, his face practically beaming as he addressed her, “Hey doll read-” He Started, but his words died down as he stared at the frozen woman.
Her hand was still stuck mid-air, her eyes wide and large, the two large globes refusing to blink even while she trailed the wetting (e/c) colored eyes over to him.
They stared at each other for a few long seconds before she made the first move.
With stiff motions, she placed her hands at her sides, shifting uncomfortably, not knowing what to do with herself. Unwillingly, a little croak escaped her, the sound similar to a creaky door being slowly opened.
His watchful eyes led him down to the utensils that were on the floor, and that had landed directly by her right foot.
Scattered over the floor were (h/c) strands, making his left brow rise in question,
“So…" He started, dragging out the word as he continued to look over the scene, "what you up to?” he asked her while languidly stepping closer.
At the question, she hung her head in humiliation and defeat,
“Something stupid,” she muttered, instantly regretting her decision as she eyed the large clump of hair on the floor.
‘Oh my god...’ she inwardly cried, realizing how much of it had been snipped.
“It looks bad, right?” she asked him shakily, lifting her head up to face him again, by that point giving him a good look at her blunder.
A lopsided straight cut went through the left portion of her head, the shortest cut strands being a good inch below her chin, going much shorter than she had ever planned.
He grimaced, his face saying everything she needed to know.
At his lack of verbal response, she brought her hands up to her face, cupping over her mouth as she released a scream that became muffled.
“What am I going to do ?!” she huffed, gawking at the reflection before her, her fingers on both hands hastily running through the longer strands of hair on the other side of her head in a manner that tugged at them, bringing forth little stings to her scalp.
"what should I do, What should I do,?!" She whisper-yelled.
Her head inclined back and she closed her eyes trying to think, mentally berating herself for being such an idiot.
She wished she could go back in time, far before she had even had the idea to begin with.
“Why did I even think this was a good idea...” she muttered, wanting her reflection to mystically go back to what it had been a few moments ago.
“I’m such an idiot... what do I do now!” she added.
Wordlessly bending down, the dark-haired male picked up the fallen scissors, shaking his head in disapproval as he joggled off the (h/c) strands that had stuck to it and were still wedged within the little space where the blades met.
Her (e/c) colored eyes then followed him as he reached for the black comb, holding it in his empty hand before he approached her, all while silent.
He gave her a quick once over before executing a brief nod, putting down the scissors over the flat surface of the dresser before one of his hands flattened down her hair, lightly petting it while the other ran the comb over its length to make sure it had all been straight down evenly.
"It should be damp," He informed her, moving to grab one of the bottles she had on display, sprinkling her hair with the water before actually getting to work.
”Do...Do you know what you're doing?” She Said softly, not wanting to cut it any shorter.
He clicked his tongue at her, “These gorgeous locks aren't just genetics,” He said saucily, using his left hand to flip his hair back, the action rousing a lukewarm small smile from her.
She began to smile, albeit a halfhearted one at his comment.
“(f/n)...You trust me, don’t you?” he asked her and, she nodded in response, wasting no time to answer him.
“100%,” she told him.
She soon saw him at work, fixing her blunder with careful, movements as the man took his time.
Throughout the entire moment, his face was set into full focus, and occasionally his lower lip sank in beneath his teeth as he tried to level out the (h/c) colored hair.
“You could have gone to a salon,” he told her, finding the silence to be somewhat overbearing, especially while knowing she was just looking at him with her pretty (e/c) eyes, attentive to every movement he made.
“ I know,” she muttered, “ But they were all closed right now,” she explained.
“-It’s the middle of the night,” he said flatly, “ So, I’m not too surprised, “ he added sarcastically.
“Honestly (f/n),” he sighed lowly, soon finishing up with a quick , little slip.
Placing his hands over her shoulders he then smiled, “There,” he said with triumph, placing his chin over her head, looking over her to also gaze at the mirror.
“Pretty good right?” he asked her, hoping she liked the end result, because he’d given it his all.
It wasn't all too different from what he usually did for himself to level down the strands to a reasonable length, and it was a lot easier to work with her because he could actually see the back of her head while he worked.
So, all in all, it was his best work, and he only hoped that she was happy with it.
“You really did it...” she breathed, lifting her hands up to lay over his fingers, all while lifting up her shoulders in the process to the point that the back of his hands smooshed against her cheeks.
“I can’t believe you actually did it!” she beamed, brimming with joy before she pushed herself forward from him, preforming a quick spin that lead to her latching onto him.
“You really are the best!” she exclaimed.
Surprised at the coddle, he snickered, “I know,” he said shrugging, playing off the effects of her gratefulness that came in the form of a sweet cuddle.
He then clicked his tongue, “...Can’t imagine where you’d be without me,” he added, something she didn't have a rebuttal for, because she had no idea.
“Now that that's settled,” he started, going back to what had made him look for her to begin with, “ You and me, “ he said pointing between the two, “ Movie night, my pick this time,” he told her.
“I've already got everything set up,” he said lifting his thumb up, “So put on your best Pj’s and we can get this started,” he urged her, not leaving without a yes.
“Is it actually going to have color this time?” she asked him teasingly, though actually curious.
“As a matter a fact, they do,” he clarified. “Lots of it," he swore to her.
"...It's mostly kid-friendly stuff,” he informed her with a bit of embarrassment.
“ So, you know... the happy, little stuff. It takes my mind off of... well everything else,” he added with a lowered down voice that held a touch of awkwardness.
“-You know me,” he said softly, hoping she wouldn't mind too much.
Bucky had taken a liking to animated films that included happy little endings, which was generally speaking, the cute stuff.
He had been somewhat sheepish about the admittance at first, knowing that it seemed strange for a man like him to be into such silly things. Even she was surprised, however, when he explained to her how much more enjoyable those films were to him, she quickly understood his reasoning.
Having taken part in war, coupled with the remembrance of his former persona as the Winter Soldier made the more action-packed, explosives and gun-crazy productions rather dull to him.
It was nothing new.
He had lived through the majority of it, and didn’t care to sit through more of it.
“So sugar doll, care to join me?” he asked her, holding out his hand for her to take.
‘Can it be, just us tonight?’ He wondered.
“Will there be (favorite candy)’s involved ?” she questioned him skeptically, her hand hovering above his, teasing him with the near contact, going as far as to wiggle her fingers abpve his open palm
“Ahh, of course,” He responded back in a ‘duh’ manner. “Do you even have to ask?” he added.
At his act of offense, she put up both her hands before her, “Oh, ok!” she said while shaking them, laughing at his reaction.
"Okay," She repeated, “Let me just take a quick rinse, and I’ll be out,” she told him.
Nodding he made his way out of her room,
“I’ll be waiting,” he informed her, smiling all the while.
Steve continued to gaze down at the young woman as they walked, marveling at the sight of her, finding her new look to be a good fit, one that perfectly accented all of her lovely facial features.
“ Well, whatever the case may be, you look beautiful,” he commented sincerely.
Her cheeks felt the familiar warmth not leaving, and prolonging its stay at his innocent statement, and yet again, he was oblivious to the way a simple comment so sweet made her feel.
He always complimented her without so much as batting an eyelash, the words flowing out easily, like A second nature to him and it drove her completely mad.
Because while she was practically heating up and steaming like a little, red tea kettle, he remained unaware.
- Unaware of the sky-high reaches her heart would elevate to when he fed her those small compliments and gentle affections.
- Unaware of just how much of her heart he had occupied.
Did he not know how easily he could capture a girl’s heart?
Could he not see how weak she’d become by just a simple look of his?
She wondered if maybe, just maybe by a slim chance, he actually found her to be truly beautiful.
- Beautiful in the manner a man found a woman to be attractive and not like a friend who uses the word to describe someone who could easily be his silly little sister.
‘What do you really think of me Steve?’ she wondered helplessly.
She really hoped she wasn't just a silly little sister to him.
‘But how could I even know...?’ She wondered. ‘I can’t just ask him,’ she thought dejectedly.
She performed a silent heave, assuming she was just thinking too much about everything.
She supposed it was just second nature for him to be kind, and to be simply astonishing in that manner.
Perhaps he never meant any harm by his actions.
“Thanks..” she mumbled gracefully, trying not to let her heart crawl up her throat.
“I was hoping you'd think so…” she added ever so subtly, almost too quietly.
‘ I was hoping you'd like it...Moreover, I was hoping you'd notice…’
Chuckling, he placed an arm behind her, his hand landing on the arm furthest from him before bringing her in for a side squeeze.
“Care about my opinion much?” he asked teasingly, having heard her little confession.
Laughing shakily, she drew from him, rolling her eyes. “Y- Yeah right!” she sputtered out. “I just didn't want to deal with you messing with me if it came out bad!” she said while huffing.
“You’re a real bully, You know that?” She then added.
“Me, a bully?” he asked her with a look of surprise, being just a bit too dramatic for her to believe he was honestly taken back by her comment.
'No…' She mused, quickly understanding that he just wanted to bicker and play along.
“Yes, You!” She responded, poking at his chest, “ You’re always picking on me,” she accused him.
“Doesn’t sound like me,” he disagreed, dismissing her allegation before once again falling into a calm quiet.
With eyes downcast, and a tiny smile playing at her lips, she walked beside him, fully content at just being near him.
Moments like those, with just them two alone, made her heart feel joy.
It made her feel nearly complete, even if it was just for the moment.
“Oh, so how was your day ?” she asked suddenly, wanting a real conversation, because anything other than her flustering interested her more.
She wanted something other than just silence and stupid pondering that only lead to her overthinking.
He looked to his side, soon glancing at her again, quickly taking notice of the spark of interest that resided within her brightened eyes.
Secretly, he admired the way they twinkled and shinned, the man enticed by the sweet glow.
Whenever he looked towards them, he found them sparked an enchanting melt of both kindness and warmth that could not be feigned.
He offered her a gentle smile as he chatted about his day, opening up about even the smallest detail, and it made her feel special to know he shared those thoughts with her, all to a point that she felt like she'd been there with him.
As their friendship blossomed, she became aware of his feelings, staring from his dreams, to aspirations, and eventually even his fears that he’d kept tucked away.
Everything that made the man behind the shield was no secret to her and it made her fall more in love with him.
Things like a simple stroll became something magical if it were just the two of them, but lately, she had begun to realize that there was a slow rift between them.
Sometimes he was silent, caught in deep thought - which was alright.
He had his moments, and she did too, but lately, within these moments, a different look would come over him.
It was one that was something foreign to her, but she knew it was something that haunted him, to a point he seemed distant.
“ You ok?” You asked concerned, noticing how he’d drifted off into silence.
He blinked a couple of times in silent thought, before he responded with a slightly puzzled smile,
“Don't worry I'm fine, “ he said chuckling, trying to calm her worries.
“I don't know what got over me, maybe I need to take a break from all the assignments I've had lately. “ he said with a boyish chuckle that seemed sweet and coltish.
“You work hard…" She said with certainty, " You know, no one would think less of you if you took a personal day,” she said sincerely.
“I guess so,” he agreed. “I'll make sure to take one soon.” He decided, watching her face melt into relief that was short-lived.
“You mean it this time?” she asked him, giving him a flat look, pursing her lips to show her doubt.
He had said the same before but never gone through, so she had reason to not believe him.
“Don’t give me that look,” he told her, lifting up his right hand to his heart, “ I swear, “ he promised her, and she would have placed more attention on him, had the sight above him not mesmerized her.
The sun had fallen an hour ago, leaving the sky to be painted with a rich indigo, small diamond-like twinkling stars decorating the airspace, all coming out to give an appearance.
“Wow, there are so many stars out tonight,” she said breathlessly, watching them gleam.
Craning his neck, he also looked up, his eye softening at the beauty,
“Would you look at that...” he muttered, both soon stopping to take a look at the nature’s art.
She felt his hand brush hers, sending a little spark to run up her arm that gave her a soft chill.
Her (e/c) strayed down to his hand as it carelessly brushed hers.
It was just the two of them, out together on a lovely night, and it was all set up right.
Maybe now would be the moment for her to confess, right?
She prepared herself for her confession, crossing her digits for good measure.
“Steve?” she said softly, trying to catch his attention, but had spoken much to quietly as a result of her hesitancy.
‘I can’t keep doing this...’ she thought to herself, not wanting to keep at just watching him any longer, knowing she had to take the strive forward.
She licked her drying lips, opening them to speak again, but the sudden burst of adrenaline suddenly dispersed as she watched his eyes glitter underneath the moonlight, making the stars’ gleam from above go outclassed.
' Why do you do this to me ?’ she asked him, knowing he wouldn't answer her back. ‘Why do you make me feel so weak...?’
Inwardly, she groaned at her cowardice.
She then took a light breath through her nostrils before a tickle within it made her nose twitch.
It was not long before she released a small, dry sneeze that interrupted their quiet moment.
His attention came back to her, and with the same beautiful crystal eyes, he looked down at her.
With a placid smile, he watched the troubled woman huff, rubbing her hands together to get warm.
“Maybe we should go inside, “ he suggested while eyeing the pink color of her cheeks, mistaking it for an effect of the winter breeze.
“It’s getting pretty cold out, Wouldn’t want you to get sick,” he said taking a hold of the hand closest to him before taking a fast pace back to the Avenger's facility.
He tugged her along the entire trial while all the while, she stared at the hand gripping hers with a tiny speck of hope worming its way through to her.
‘How could I have not fallen in love with you?’ she wondered with a loving smile, her gaze set on just him, feeling his warmth melt over hers.
How could her heart betray her and lead her the wrong way?
How could her body react so wildly at someone not meant to be?
‘It has to be you, Steve...’
Pt. 2: Marshmallows
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