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Introverted teammate, Part 2 - Help? (Natasha)

Summary: In the hopes of getting to know Natasha, you spent time with her by asking if she can help you dye your hair. After she cautiously approves to giving you an extra hand you break down part of her shell and get to know each other.
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After the night you found out about Natasha's exclusion by the rest of the team, you worked restlessly in your head to devise a plan.

You needed to find a task where she would be unable to deny your request, while also backing up your story so she would have no excuse, but to help you.

In the time you thought about it, you had come up with multiple ideas. You could ask her to come with you to pick up Peter from school to keep you company, but she could easily shoot it down by telling you to just ask Wanda. You could ask her for some extra help in the training room with your fighting technique, but she would shoot you down by saying that Rogers would be a better teacher. You kept coming up with these random tasks in your head, but as soon as you thought of one, you found a loophole where she would be able to get out of it. What made it worse was the fact that she was an assassin, she would see straight through your lies. You had almost given up completely until you came up with the perfect plan. You could ask for help with dying your hair.

Of course it would mean that you would need to ruin your beautiful hair, but the task was reasonable and was something you figured she couldn't deny.

You had never dyed your hair so it made sense that you needed help. When she inevitably asked "why me?", you could bring up the fact that she had experienced dying her hair.

Wanda didn't like the smell, and you didn't feel comfortable asking the boys because in order to do it you would need to be shirtless... WITH A BRA ON OF COURSE, but you didn't want them to stare and get all weird. Plus you didn't trust any of them all that much.

This was the task that was both reasonable and easy enough, the only price was your luscious locks.

You had always wanted to dye your hair though anyway and thought of this as the perfect opportunity.

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You waited until night so the compound would be quiet, and you would be able to take a shower and go to bed right afterwards. You grabbed the boxed dye that you had picked up at the drug store earlier, and left your room heading for the elevator. Once inside you punched the number of the floor Natasha's room was on and your nerves took over.

Anxiously biting the side of your cheek, you let the elevator lift you up as you looked at the dye in your hands. You had one box in each hand, you weren't sure which color to go with so you bought them both. Hopefully once Natasha agreed to help, she would have some input to help with your indecisiveness.

In one hand sat a box of auburn dye. Close to the color of Wanda's hair you had always liked. In your other hand was a box of sort of dirty blonde hair dye. You always hated your brown hair, you thought it was average and boring, even thought it was shiny and soft.

The elevator door pulled your gaze from your hands to peer down the dark hallway. You pushed your body off from leaning against the wall of the elevator and hesitantly stepped out of the elevator. It was so quiet it left you questioning if you had picked the right floor. You had a slight burst of confidence as you thought how even if she denied your request it wouldn't be the end of the world, and sped up your pace as you found her door.

Standing in front of it, you took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. You looked down at your hands and your nerves came back. You lifted one hand to knock on the door, but hesitated once you let it get to your head. Your thoughts flooded your head as you wondered "what would we even talk about?". You weren't great at the whole carrying conversations thing, and honestly you were worried that you would be flustered by the beautiful girl standing in front of you. Either way, the thought of needing to constantly fill the room with small talk bothered you. You hated small talk, it felt so generic it made you cringe.