Marvel Imagines

Hair Failure

• Female Y/n •

I thought it was I decent idea. I watch at my hair slowly drys in the bathroom mirror. How did I fail this? I help Wanda and Natasha do theirs yet I failed my own?

I followed each step carefully. I look down at the empty bottle of purple hair dye in the bin. I decided to dye my hair.

I look back up at my long silky hair being an off shade of dirty red. I stand there in my ripped jeans and bra staring at my locks.

"God damn it!" I loudly say. I thought enters my mind as i look to the scissors in the pot.

I through my hair into a ponytail and grab the scissors, "Can't get any worse!" I say to myself optimistically.

Mom is gonna kill me for doing this without permission. I bring the scissors to my hair and cut it. The feeling of hair fall to my chin and a loud bang on the door before it swings open.

I look over to see my mother. "Y/n Stark! She shouts angrily at me. I look at her then back at the mirror to see how I did. It does look way better now to be honest.

"Mom, don't be angry." I tell her. She scoffs at me then storms down the stairs. Each step making a loud crash.

A week later, I sit on the couch bored out of my mind. I look over to the man with the iron armour around his hand, "Dad, can you unground me now?" I beg him.