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Even for avengers, rain brings silence. There was just enough noise to fill the void and within the depths of the compound, two of them were embracing the natural calm. Wanda had been watching some late night show, but at some point the television cut out and neither she nor Natasha minded. Their lives were so hectic, it was nice to enjoy each other’s company when they could.
Wanda sat with her weight pressed against Natasha’s firm body, head resting on her shoulder at an angle where she could stare up at her girlfriend whenever she pleased. Her fingers twirled around red hair, playing with it absentmindedly. “Your hair is getting long.”
Natasha turned to look down at Wanda, tugging playfully on a strand of Wanda’s own hair. “Oh yeah? So is yours.” A few weeks after she’d joined the team, Wanda recruited Natasha’s help to dye her hair a few shades lighter before her first day of training. Wanda felt childish asking, but she’d seen Natasha go through many hair colors back when she initially ran through her thoughts and she hoped the assassin wouldn’t enact her revenge for that by giving her a terrible dyejob. Thankfully she was right. Now her dark hair was growing back in and she was long overdue for a trim, but she still enjoyed her long length.
“I like yours better though.” Thin fingers ran more purposefully through her thick hair, sitting up on her knees to get a proper look at it. “When I met you, it was so short.”
Natasha chuckled at Wanda’s obvious awe; she had a knack for being so excited, but always with a certain mellowness and it never failed to amuse her. She was adorable. “Want to reminisce and cut it off?”
“No!” Okay, that was too fast a response. “I mean-” Wanda shrunk back, hands folding in the bedsheets below her to distance herself as far as possible from Natasha’s sweet smelling hair. Still the scent lingered in the air between them and Wanda instantly missed the closeness despite having created it herself. “Long hair looks good on you…”
Natasha seemed to be growing more wavy red hair by the week and it was rare Wanda didn’t have her hand or nose in it whenever she could get herself close enough. Suddenly, she was hyper aware of how touchy she’d been and a wave of shame washed over her, head hanging to look anywhere but the woman in front of her. Natasha saw the change clear as day across Wanda’s face and frowned; that wouldn’t do. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy Wanda’s eagerness; it was always a good little ego boost. Wanda had a way about her that made practically all of her antics endearing, but unfortunately she was stubborn and tending to close herself off over small things. A firm but gentle hand reached out to grab Wanda’s chin, ignoring the resistance and turning it towards her. “Look at me.”
Reluctantly Wanda obeyed, eyes scanning Natasha’s face for any signs of incoming admonishment. The redhead was always encouraging Wanda to be kinder to herself, she was safe with her. Still, Natasha’s face remained blank, calculating Wanda in the same way in a silent analysis. It was times like these Wanda wished she could break her promise and read her mind, but she was sure by now Natasha would’ve figured some way to reroute Wanda’s invasion even if she tried. Natasha broke first, knowing Wanda would fully clam up if she waited any longer. Full lips turned into a warm smile and her strong grip went into a soft caress of her girlfriend’s impossibly soft cheek. “What’s on your mind, zaika?”
“U-Uh..” It took everything in her not to whimper at the nickname- Natasha knew how weak Wanda became as soon as they passed her lips. A completely unfair attack.
“I would like to braid your hair.” She could barely make out her own voice over the boom of thunder that rang outside, but the knowing smirk on Natasha’s face told her she’d been heard.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” Natasha was brimming with teasing remarks. She could poke fun at her for the cute pout twisting her lips, the soft curve of her eyebrows that gave away how hard she was thinking, anything about how small she looked waiting for Natasha to say something past her question- but she couldn’t. Wanda looked so skittish, like she would explode or flee at any moment. Their relationship was still new and Wanda had a tendency to overthink everything to avoid even possibly upsetting Natasha and no matter how many times she assured even if she was mad, she wouldn’t leave her, Nat knew it was a constant worry. Poor girl, Natasha couldn’t bear to make her sad.
The younger of the two continued to stay silent, playing with her rings as she waited for Natasha to say she was acting ridiculous. Really, touching your girlfriend’s hair wasn’t that big of a deal; Wanda was making it too intense. She’d made an otherwise calm evening into an issue, she should have just-
“Wanda?” Nothing.
“You know, my legs are getting cold without you. Didn’t know you wanted me to freeze.” Natasha gave one final push, hoping to finally shake her out of her head. Finally Wanda looked back over to Natasha and was met with her patting her thighs expectantly. Nothing good came from the brunette swimming in her own self-doubt too long; it was easier for Natasha to simply distract her until she got past it.
Wanda carefully moved to straddle Natasha’s firm thighs, settling on her lap to face her properly. She always smelled so lovely- a mix of earth and cinnamon- and it sucked her right back into Natasha’s secure orbit. “You’re very patient with me.” It was a statement, a fact Wanda was constantly surprised by each time she felt she’d grown too much for her to handle.
Natasha only let out a positive hum, leaning down to press a kiss to Wanda’s forehead that earned her a quiet giggle. “You’re very worth it, detka.” Wanda was practically beaming up at her, a much better look for her than the previous distress. Natasha had to kiss her, just a soft one, only to reaffirm her affections in case Wanda had forgotten. Her lips were pillowy soft as always, begging Natasha to nip and bite and suck until they were red and Wanda was whining for more. The younger kissed back with genuine care, forcing her worries away with the sweet taste of her girlfriend’s mouth on her own. Natasha forced herself to pull back before she got carried away, but tasting Wanda elsewhere was high on her list for later. “You are also unfairly addicting.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for when I’m in trouble next time.” Wanda let her head rest on Natasha’s with a grin, tilting to kiss her nose for an added touch of endearment.
“Or you could just behave and I wouldn’t have to punish you, sweet girl.” Natasha relished in the deep blush that bloomed over Wanda’s cheeks, a sign she was getting back to normal. There were so many things she wanted to tell Wanda, to reassure her over and over until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Anything to keep her safe and happy, but tonight was not the time. For now she was relaxed and ready to move on so Natasha would wait. She took a piece of her hair in her grasp, shaking it out for Wanda to take.
“Now get to braiding, Maximoff. I’ve been needing to change up my look.”