"I would be sad but it's your hair. I could grow mine out," he teases, giving her a bright grin. "Go back to the homeless look. It was really working for me in Bucharest and I could definitely blend in for a long time with that hair and a cap. Nobody wanted to walk near me because it looked like I hadn't showered in a month."

Bucky doesn't think he's going to go back to long hair. It had been a pain in the ass, for one, and for two he likes it short and out of the way. He doesn't like having it cut but Wanda can do it for him and he trusts her not to come at him with a pair of scissors to stab him in the jugular and to, you know, only cut his hair.

"What'd you do if I grew it out?"