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Thanking my Lucky Stars 🍀

Not many words were said, Natasha feared apologizing right now would ruin the moment. As if reminding you of her sins would cause you to shift away from her, and she's too vulnerable to handle that. As the plates emptied, Wanda collected them, you protested and moved to clean them yourself instead. Natasha lightly deflated at the loss of your touch, but decided it was for the best since she still needed to shower after training. She reluctantly bid you both farewell, but not before sneaking a sweet kiss from you, then heading off towards your shared room.

"Good acting skills, even I believed you had forgiven her." Wanda cheekily remarks, leaving you confused, before the reality comes crashing on you.

"Oh shit, I completely had forgotten." You gasp, and Wanda looks at you amused.

"I say you have about ten minutes to run and hide before she returns." Wanda muses, and you take her words to heart.

"Thanks for everything, you were the best sister I could've asked for, I love you." You dramatically relay, kissing her cheek swiftly as you run off in search of a place to hide.

"I'm surrounded by children." Wanda mutters to herself, taking a seat at the counter with her tea and book to wait for the show; secretly loving all the entertainment that being yours and Pietro's sister brings her.

Natasha enters your shared room with a pep in her step, feeling lighter as it appears you're no longer mad at her. Shedding her training gear, she hops into the shower, where the warm water relieves the last of her tension. Natasha reaches for her purple shampoo, as she'd just recently bleached her hair. She'd done it on a whim, claiming she wanted to see 'all the fun' the blondes have after Yelena continued to use the American phrase.

So consumed by her thoughts of cuddling up to you later to watch movies, she failed to see her purple shampoos color was off. She ran the bubbled up product through her hair, making sure to scrub extremely well as she hadn't washed her hair in a couple days. It's only as she went to rinse it out, that her eyes were drawn to the water at the bottom of the tubs alarming shade. Her heart sank at the realization, and she quickly washed her body and jumped out.

She towel dried her body, then went to use the blow dryer on her hair, to get a clear idea of what you'd just done to her. Had she not been fuming, she'd of noticed her hair dryer had been moved, but she was too spaced out. You'd never need to move it, so it would've always been in the proper place, like everything else on Natasha's side of the sinks. See, you—much to Natasha's horror, simply allow your wet hair to just soak everything you're wearing until it eventually dries naturally.

She quickly turned the blow dryer on, hoping to dry her freshly—against her will—dyed hair. Instead of hot air blowing out, she was met with a whirring sound and within an instant was drenched in glitter.

She groaned, violently cursing herself for ever believing things would be that easy, it never is with you. She's learned over time that you can most definitely hold a grudge, and it's usually only ever petty ones. You hold no resentment over Tony throwing you across the compound with his blaster, but God forbid she makes you watch one horror movie—NO, she must pay....

Well, now so will you, you were definitely going to get it...

She tightly wraps her wet hair in a towel, then wipes as much glitter off of her face as she can, before throwing clothes on and taking off in search of you.

Wanda's currently enamored by the chapter she's reading, she then takes quick notice of the ripples coursing through her tea, she then starts to count down from three..

"Wanda! Where is she?!" Natasha seethes, perfectly in sync with Wanda hitting zero.

Wanda quietly closes her book, then glances up to Natasha, and upon taking in her appearance she breaks out into a fit of laughter.