natasha hurts her shoulder on one of your missions and it's not supposed to a heal for a week or two
of course, she's restless, moving around to every room in the compound, looking for something she can do
but she can't even bend her arm up to a certain angle without wincing
so you offer to do her hair for her
every morning 🥺🥺
you start simple. half-up hairstyles and buns, just to get it out of her face
then you watch tutorial videos, determined to perfect your french braid, make something more intricate and beautiful out of her soft hair
"i'm not pulling too hard?" you check in with her.
"no," she says with a tiny smile.
you keep going, twisting the strands until you get past the base of her neck, the red and blond swirling together.
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rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)
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