Wanda's silent for a long moment, grateful to be tucked against his chest where he can't see her face. Her mind wanders to Pietro and his thick head of hair and how he was the same. He trusted no one to go near him with a pair of scissors after Mama had died. She'd always cut his hair, entertaining him even when he'd complain of an imaginary stray hair remaining in an otherwise perfect haircut.

She thinks to keep that to herself, but if Bucky's going to trust her with a pair of scissors, then she can trust him with her brother.

"I used to cut Pietro's hair," she says, smiling softly. Her chest feels heavy so she shifts against him to try and move it. "He used to say I was very, very bad. Are you sure you want a hairdresser with such rave reviews?"

She has a good inkling she already knows his answer.