Natasha romanoff x daughter wanda oneshots

Hair

wanda is 6

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Wanda loves her mother, everyone knows that. The way her face lightens up whenever nat praises her about something or simply when she sees nat but she's also not an idiot. Wanda knows people don't assume she's nat's daughter.

She doesn't have nat's fiery red hair but instead a dark brown, she feels the punch in the gut when people take a while to realize she's in fact nat's daughter. She wishes she looked like nat, she knew it wouldn't be possible since she's not her biological daughter.

It still didn't stop wanda of going to the mirror and trying to find any similarities between them then she got an idea, she can change herself and look more like nat. She remembered when clint bought yelena red hair dye as a joke and she quickly went to find it.

She felt excitement surge in her when she raced back to her bathroom and started opening the box that had a woman with red hair on it, much like nat's hair.

Wanda was finally going to look like nat.

The woman had just finished her training with sam and was a bit confused when she didn't find wanda coming to her, she always did after training was over. Maybe she was playing, she didn't think much of it.

Nat went over to the fridge and found a cold water bottle and drank it, swallowing with relief at the cold liquid going down her throat. She saw wanda's toys scattered around, where was wanda?

Worry took place in her mind, she was glad they had friday, "friday where's wanda?"

"Miss maximoff is in her bathroom" the AI replied.

"How long has she been there?"

"25 minutes miss romanoff"

Why would wanda be in the bathroom for 25 minutes?

She slightly ran go wanda's room and heard wanda's cries, she opened the door and saw the girl crying in angry tears with a bottle of hair dye in her tiny hands.

"Detka what are you doing with the hair dye?" she asked gently.

Wanda seemed to cry harder at the question, she looked at wanda's action and realized she's been trying to open it but it seemed to be too hard for her tiny hands.

"It w-won't open!" wanda sobbed.

Nat kneeled down, gently taking the hair dye out of wanda's hands, placing it on the sink. She doesn't know how or why wanda got this in the first place, "why do you want to open it baby?"

Wanda's bloodshot eyes made contact with hers and her lip trembled as she started crying again, "want to look like m-mama"

Nat's heart melted at her words, "oh baby you're very cute but you're too young to dye your hair, you're only 6 but when you're older you can okay?"

"Noo!" wanda's fists gripping nat's shirt, "if my hair isn't like yours then p-people will k-keep thinking I'm not yours"

Oh.

Nat felt guilt strike her, she never knew wanda realized people's comments or looks and it clearly was affecting her to the point where she wanted to dye her hair so people can just look at them and know they're mother and daughter.

"Hey can you look at me please baby?" she asked, grabbing wanda's hands in her own, "it doesn't matter what people think, the most important thing that we know what we are to eachother. You're my daughter and I'm your mama and it doesn't change anything that we have different hair colors"

Wanda nodded, hiccuping, "but I want red hair like mama"

Nat kissed her tear-stained cheeks.

The next day nat called wanda to come see what she's got for her and tilted her head in confusion at the can her mother was holding.

"It's fake dye detka, if I spray it on your hair it colors it red, it will go out in a wash or two but do you still want to try it?"

"Yes!" wanda yelled, running into her mom, "thank you mama!"

Wanda had the biggest smile on her face, seeing her hair was now red, "like mama" she whispered to herself. Nat heard it and smiled.

They went out that day and wanda was in the best mood as people didn't miss a beat but address wanda as nat's daughter. She showed everyone in the compound her hair and rambled on how she matched her mama, she couldn't be happier.