Chapter 45-Hair cuts
By: MysticFantasy
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Tony looked at his reflection and noticed that he did have a few more grey hairs than he would like to admit of having.
"Jarvis, get my stylist to come in late this week for hair color and a trim."
"Right away, sir."
"Remember when Tony decided to give us all free haircuts?" Clint asked.
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Being as quiet as possible, Tony crept through the halls of the floor belonging to Thor with a pair of scissors in his hand.
"Jarvis, is Thor asleep?" he asked as he came to the door belonging to the thunder god. He heard a loud rumbling noise coming from the other side of the door. "Never mind."
Using his special code, Tony quietly walked into the suite that was decorated in the rich Asgardian style that Thor was born into.
Following the sounds of snoring, Tony walked to the bedroom.
Thor was sprawled out on the bed, lying on his stomach.
Tony couldn't help but grin at the sight of his powerful friend and all of his wild blond hair all over the place.
"Snip, snip." Tony whispered as he grabbed a lock of hair.
An hour later, the resident genius had also visited Clint and Steve. Both of which were not easy targets.
Clint was use to waking up in a split second no matter how deep in sleep he was in and Steve has enhanced hearing that could pick up a pin dropping from two floors down.
Tony had made sure to be extra careful when cutting their hair and now only had one target left.
He had thought about doing the same to Natasha but that would have put him in his grave at the crack of dawn for sure.
"Sorry Bruce. But I gotta do this to be fair." Tony said as he picked up a brown lock of hair.
Forty minutes later, Tony crawled into bed with a satisfied smirk on his face. Come morning, he would wake up to the others promising his death or their revenge.
Unfortunatly, that wasn't the case when he woke up and looked in the mirrow to see a now shaved head in place of his spiky black hair.
"NO!"
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"Even you, Cap, had to admit that you looked good with spiked gel hair." Tony said as he ran his fingers through his hair that had grown back after several weeks.
"I didn't like it." Steve said.
"Of course not. You're old fashioned. Your hair needs to be parted just right and be as flat as a piece of paper."
"But at least I never had a shaved head."