Chapter 17-A Fun Night

Beni:

I sighed as I opened the front door. Work had been fun, and everyone greeted me with cake and open arms. They asked what happened, and I said the worst of it was just getting really sick. And it had been the worst of it. But now I was running at full throttle, and nothing could stop me now. And nothing and nobody could put be in a bad mood. I had a grin on the entire day, and now my cheeks were sore. It wasn't that I wanted to keep smiling. My face just kind of got stuck like this.

But then a thing happened.

"Beni!"

I grew slightly worried, but then stopped as I saw Bucky practically running down the stairs in nothing but a...A towel. I felt my face heat up and quickly looked away.

"Either you're really excited to see me or something happened and kept you from putting clothes on."

"Kinda both," he answered honestly.

"Tighten the towel and I'll turn around so you can tell me what."

Less than a second later I got the okay and turned around. He was gripping his towel like a life line with his real hand, and his other was in his hair. His face was kind of red and he was almost to embarrassed to look me in the eye. But I wasn't even looking at his face. I was looking at everything else. His muscles were so chiseled and defined, and I kinda wish he would take a shower and come down shirtless more often than not.

"I'm stuck," he said, kicking me out of my very colorful thoughts. I blinked once. Twice. Three times before opening my mouth, only to close it a second later. And when I was finally able to say something, it wasn't anything intelligent.

"...Wha?"

"My hand. I was washing my hair and it got stuck and I can't get it out. Beni, you gotta help me, please."

Oh my God he was practically begging. Before I could say anything like 'Oh I can help you, alright,' or something on the lines of that, I pushed him into a chair and got to work.

It wasn't difficult to see what the problem was. Many strands of hair were tangled into the plates of his hand, going in between them and into the hand and wrist itself. I sighed and let my hands go to work. Half the time I wasn't even paying attention to what my hands were doing. They just did the whole untangling things without the help of my brain, and I was totally cool with it. I got him fixed up in under ten minutes, and I legitimately didn't know whether that should be a win or a loss because his whole body is eye candy. Even the surgical scars around his metal arm, which was now free from his hair.

"Alright, I'm done. After you get dressed come down with a brush. I'll make the popcorn. Don't use a hair dryer."

While he was doing that I made about five bowls worth of popcorn and grabbed an old dish rag and a pair of scissors. By the time Bucky was coming down, I was already putting in Ender's Game.

He had thrown on some sweat pants and a tank top, which would be off in a few minutes. I nodded for him to it in front of me on the floor while I sat on the couch, and a bowl of some buttery goodness I out in his lap once he sat down cross legged.

"What are you doing?" he asked when I took his tank top off and put the slightly damp dish rag on around his neck.

"Cutting your hair. Not to much, of course, but it's past your shoulders now. Hand me your brush."

He did so and I got to work once again, but this time I got to eat popcorn and watch a good movie, so it was all good.

Third Person:

Bucky snickered to himself as he tossed another piece of popcorn in Beni's hair. She was completely oblivious to it. After she had finished grooming Bucky she had changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. Why they both thought tank tops were more comfortable than anything else, he would never understand.

They were both sitting on the floor in a blanket and couch cushion fort (with some old coloring books of course) watching every science fiction, Disney and fantasy movie Beni owned. That included but was never limited to all eight Harry Potter's, Star Trek, Star Wars, Ender's Game, Toy Story, Game of Thrones, The Little Mermaid, Hercules, and Quest for Camelot. Of course Beni sang to all of the Disney songs, and Bucky tried to sing to the ones he sort of knew (Beni said he either sang or got shot in the foot). All of that plus consuming their weight in junk food and soda. All in all it was a really fun night, and Bucky was super thankful that Beni didn't have to work the next day.

Wait... It would be today since it is now almost three in the morning. But if they fell asleep they both knew they were going to have one hell of a headache.

But he didn't care, and he knew Beni didn't either. He enjoyed being in her company and he hoped that she felt the same way. Especially since she was the only person he felt comfortable enough to sit around with his shirt off, or in nothing but a towel so she could untangle his hand from his hair. He knew for a fact that she would be holding that one over his head for a very long time. At least until he died, and considering what he did and is currently putting on hold, won't be very long. But he was willing to make it worth his while.

He glanced over at Beni, leaning over and grabbing some more popcorn, and subconsciously moving a little closer.

He then proceeded to throw more popcorn in her hair.