Natasha Romanoff OneShots

dance - NR

i currently have a massive bandage on my thumb so typing is very difficult atm
It's also probably a bit of a mess as I changed my idea halfway through writing it. I'll proofread later.

warnings: Mama!Nat, fluff
word count: 1.7k

Y/N POV:
"Wanda come on we are going to be so late!" I yelled as we burst open the doors to the compound. We had raced home from school as there was a dance recital going on at school and we were both a part of it. We had 1 hour to get ready and be back in time for the show.

Our bags barely stayed on our shoulder as we flew up the stairs, yelling "hellos" to anyone who tried to talk to us. We went into our separate rooms to shower and get ready before we grabbed a snack.

I jumped into the shower, washing my hair and body at twice the normal speed. There was no concert in this shower. Just Pietro speed (may his soul rest in peace).

My costume was hanging in a bag ready for me to take with me, as I didn't want to get dressed into it at the compound. As I got out of the shower, I threw my hair up in a towel and quickly got dressed. I chose a pair of black sweatpants and our team jacket, just so it's easier for me to get changed later on.

We all had to have the same hair and makeup for tonight's show, so I knew exactly what I needed to do. I started by doing my skincare to create a good base layer. Then I did foundation, concealer, bronzer, blush, a brown-gold smokey with eyeliner and also some false lashes. I'd gotten pretty good at doing my makeup fast, so this didn't take me very long at all. I never put my lipstick on until I'm fully in my costume, as I have to keep reapplying it.

My eye caught sight of the clock on my desk and I saw that I only had 30 minutes left. I grabbed my blow dryer and quickly blasted my hair, which was now only damp due to it being up in a towel. Tony had created a fast dryer after I kept complaining about how long it takes to dry my hair. After 5 minutes it was almost completely dry.

I sprayed my hair with heat protectant after plugging in my curling iron. We all were supposed to have braids at the top of our head in a little bun, with the rest of our hair loose at the back. I'd been blessed with great hair from my mom, but it sure is a hassle to manage.

I'd been curling my hair for 10 minutes already and it just wasn't going right. The curls weren't holding and it just looked a mess. Getting frustrated at hair is just a whole other level and tears sprung to my eyes as I pulled at it. I heard a knock at my door but I ignored it, thinking it was Wanda.

"Hey Y/N can I come in?" My mom's voice rang out from outside.

"Mama!" I cried, relieved to hear her voice.

She quickly opened my door and came rushing over to me once she saw my state. I had tears building up in my waterline, threatening to spill over and ruin my make up, a hairbrush in one hand and a curling iron in the other. Makeup was thrown everywhere across my table and my towel was in a crumpled heap on the floor.

"Mama I need help" I sobbed, looking at her through the mirror. She nodded in understanding and gently took the curler out of my hand. She wrapped a section of my hair around the barrel and held it before letting go. A perfect curl fell from her hand and my jaw dropped. She makes it look so effortless!

"Ok, so what are we doing with your hair babes?" She asked as she gathered another piece.

"Mini braids with curls" I said, grabbing my phone to pull up the reference photo my dance teacher had sent over. She took a quick look and nodded.

In what felt like 5 minutes she had finished curling my whole head and was now creating tiny braids in my hair, her fingers working so fast they were almost in a blur.