Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Not a request, I'm just lame and enjoy really domestic oneshots more than I should. Also, I'm fresh out of requests, so send some in if you'd like! Enjoy!

Bucky wrapped a towel securely around his sopping wet torso as he stepped out of the shower. He stumbled carefully across the hardwood floors towards the mirror, which he wiped with a swipe of his hand. The condensation beaded up and rolled down the glass as he moved his hand across it, and soon he was staring at his own face. The only issue was, it didn't seem like his face. Truthfully, it hadn't seemed like his face since he escaped from HYDRA. He had never let his hair grow out this long, and his face had grown a good amount of stubble that he hadn't bothered to shave away yet. He ran a hand through his soaked hair, brushing it back in an attempt to replicate the style he had maintained back in the 40's. He let out a soft sigh as the strands simply flopped back down, sticking to his forehead once more.

Ever since HYDRA got a hold of him and turned him into the Winter Soldier, he hasn't been Bucky. Even after he was rescued, things didn't change. At least not in Bucky's mind. Sure, he could feel and think and smile and laugh, but that didn't stop him from wincing each time he passed by his own reflection. That's not Bucky, he would always think. You're not Bucky.

He tugged lightly on the mop of hair atop his head, frowning at the way that his eyes seemed to be steely and dull. That's not Bucky.

His left arm glinted under the lights placed just above the mirror. The plates of the metal appendage shifted with his every movement, filling his ears with the lightest whirring sounds. He frowned once again. That's not Bucky.

One more look in the mirror. You're not Bucky.

A soft knock on the bathroom door snapped him out of his thoughts. He jumped and turned to the still closed door, muscles tensed. "Hello?" He called out gruffly, his senses on high alert in case he was attacked.

He only allowed himself to relax when he heard your voice through the door. "Buck? Are you okay in there?" You asked him, your voice soft and muffled. His mouth twisted into a small smile as he pictured you in his mind, standing just outside the door with your forehead pressed against it, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. Concern for him.

"I'm alright, doll. Is something wrong?" He called back as he made his way over to the door. He opened it carefully, ready to grab you in case you had been completely dependent on the door to remain standing.

Luckily, you were able to steady yourself as you looked up at him with a smile. Your eyes scanned quickly over his still bare torso, and a blush darkened your cheeks. "I was just worried. You were in there a while. I know you don't like being alone with your thoughts for too long," you explained, locking eyes with him immediately after realizing his unclothed state. He was always respectful of you, so you would always be respectful of him.

Bucky chuckled at your reaction and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I appreciate that, love."

You wrinkled your nose in mock annoyance as you wiped the back of your hand over the place where he had just kissed you. "You're all wet!" You protested. He grinned and put on his pants before tugging a t-shirt over his head, which caused a huge wet spot to appear on the fabric after his hair pressed against it. "Buck, your hair is still wet!"

He looked over at you, his eyebrow raised. "And?"

You rolled your eyes playfully and walked over to him, snatching a towel from the nearby closet. You tossed the fresh towel over his head, causing him to chuckle. You smiled and began drying his hair off with the towel. You rubbed the towel over his hair for a few seconds before uncovering his face and pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. He smiled and shook his head lightly.

You worked to get as much of the water as you could out of his hair, and he simply sat there and allowed you to work as you wished. You hummed softly for a moment before speaking up. "Your hair is getting long," you commented in passing. Bucky nodded in agreement.

"It is."

"Are you thinking of cutting it?" You asked him curiously, brushing your hand through his still damp hair in an attempt to tame it.

Bucky paused for a moment and bit his lip in thought. If he didn't tell you now then he knew he would never tell you, but the question was, should he even be telling you any of this? It surely wasn't that big of a deal, and he didn't want to worry you. Then again, you had a right to know. If anyone could help him, it was you, and boy did he want help with this. He absolutely loathed the man who stared back at him every morning, and perhaps you could help him change that.

"I was actually... Wondering if maybe..." He paused, second guessing his decision to tell you. He looked up at you and realized that you wouldn't let this go, though, and he let out a soft sigh. "I just... Whenever I look in the mirror, I don't see Bucky. I see the Winter Soldier staring back at me, and I really want to change that."

Bucky refused to look you in the eyes, so you placed your finger underneath his chin and lifted his head up to look at you. His eyes were filled with a nervous energy, and his eyebrows were knitted together just a bit in fear. You gave him a comforting smile, hoping to calm him down a bit.

"Buck, we'll do whatever we have to to make you comfortable with yourself again. The Winter Soldier is gone, I promise. You are Bucky Barnes, and I'll do anything to make you believe that again," you assured him softly. A small smile played on his lips, and you couldn't help but kiss him.

An hour later, Bucky was sitting in a spinning chair you had snatched from Tony's office, a towel wrapped around his neck as he sat patiently in front of the bathroom mirror. You were scrolling through your reference photos with a pair of scissors in your hand. Countless hair products were laying out on the counter in front of you, and Bucky couldn't help but feel like some of those things were just overkill. Who was he to question it, though? He didn't know anything about hair.

You didn't know anything about hair. Oh god, you didn't know anything about hair. What if you screwed this up? Oh god. Oh god.

You could only stall for so long, though, and soon enough you found yourself leaning your phone against the mirror, the reference photo pulled up for you to see. You carefully picked up a bit of Bucky's hair and began chopping the length down on the back of his head. You were fairly confident with this part, since the back of his head was going to be a bit short like it was in the 40's. You continued on to the sides of his head and began slowly cutting it down, leaving the top for the end in hopes that you could put it off as long as possible.

By the time you were finished, your hands were shaking with nervous energy. The floor was littered with discarded bits of Bucky's hair, and the white towel around his neck was dusted with hair as well. His eyes were closed so he didn't get anything in his eyes, meaning he hadn't seen anything yet. You bit your lip and applied the final touches, including some gel and a little bit of hair spray to keep the shape. Finally, you stepped away from him.

"Okay, you can take a look," you told him in a shaky voice. You shifted your weight from foot to foot anxiously. Bucky's eyes opened slowly, blinking against the harsh lights that met him. When he was able to keep his eyes open, he took a closer look at his new hair.

A large grin spread across his face as he discarded the towel. He lightly touched at his hair, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open in awe. "This looks amazing!" He praised in excitement. He looked over at you and pulled you into a tight hug, pressing his lips against your temple. "Thank you so much, doll."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him as well. "Anything for you, Buck. I just want you to be happy with yourself. I want you to think you're as amazing as I think you are."

He hugged you tighter as you spoke until finally he pulled away and looked down at you with a huge smile. "I'm so lucky to have you."

You simply smiled and grabbed hold of his hand, tugging him out of the bathroom. "Come on, babe. It's time to go show off your new look!"

Ayyo looks like I'm going back to my roots of writing super duper short chapters for no reason whatsoever! Hope you guys liked this, I thought it would be cute to have a little symbolic way of helping Bucky let go of his time as the Winter Soldier. :)

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