Double Dates & Family Time
Padding around the bedroom of her apartment in stocking feet Sharon finished putting on her jewelry, stopping at her full length mirror to check her hair and make-up. She'd finally gotten some time off and had returned to New York to spend time with her family and friends. She'd spent all of last weekend with her aunts in Brooklyn, staying in the spare bedroom in their brownstone meant just for her. After everything that had been happening lately, it was a much needed break from the real world. She didn't indulge in allowing them to fuss over her to often, which made the times she did seek them out even more special. While she was at the brownstone Natasha had come home, and one night over pints of ice cream, Aunt Angie's leftovers, and to much wine they'd come up with the bright idea of going on a double date. Natasha was notoriously critical of the men Sharon dated, wanting to make sure they were good enough for her cousin, and they all had fallen short so far. Hopefully her new boyfriend would pass Natasha's scrutiny. The fact that she already seemed to like him had to be a plus right?
"Tell me again how you have an entire floor of Avengers Tower to live in and you're not even an Avenger?" Came a deep voice from within her bathroom. "I mean I am sort of an Avenger and I'm not allowed to live here, I'm lucky to have a room at the compound."
Sharon smiled as she turned towards the sound of the voice. "I don't have an entire floor, Natasha's apartment is on this floor too." She watched as Sam Wilson stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of purplish gray dress pants, white dress shirt, black belt and undone white tie. She bit the edge of her lip as she walked over to him and started doing up his tie for him. "You know Tony, Natasha, and I are cousins. Tony always makes sure Nat and I have space to crash in his homes. And you're not allowed to live here because Pepper said no Avengers after the whole murder bot thing."
"Right." Sam drawls out. "I got a cousin who might let me sleep on their couch for a night." He chuckled. "Ok, second question. Why am I wearing this suit again?"
"Well, for starters," Sharon let her gaze roam over him openly and smiled. "You look damn good in it." She met his gaze, he was smiling, she loved his smile. "Secondly, you agreed to go on a double date with me and Nat, and didn't see an issue with letting Nat pick out what we did."
"I didn't think going to the opera was even an option. I mean, do real people actually go to the opera anymore? What actual living person in this day and age likes the opera?" Sam huffed as he slid his hands onto her hips.
"My cousin." Sharon answers before leaning in to kiss him.
Sharon was wearing a dark purple off the shoulder cocktail dress, her hair curled into loose blonde waves. When she stepped back from the quick kiss Sam looked her over and smiled. "You look amazing, Sharon."
Sharon smiled. "We both clean up pretty good."
In Queens Natasha was smirking as she trailed a finger down May's spine instead of zipping up the back of May's dress like she was suppose to be doing. May scolded her playfully and warned her that if she didn't behave they were going to be late. Natasha relented with a pout and slowly pulled up the zipper on May's black dress, then ran her hands down her girlfriend's lace covered arms, before pressing a kiss to her shoulder before letting May's long dark hair fall back into place. Her romantic relationship with May had had its ups and downs. Natasha's work being the biggest of their issues. Dating a spy wasn't easy, dating a freaking superhero was even harder. Natasha was grateful that May had decided to at least give it another try after their break up following the Battle of New York.
"You know you're just being mean, right?" May asks as she walks over to the bed to slip on her heels and pick up her purse.
Natasha managed a rather good offended look as she replied, "How am I being mean?"
"Making Sam and Sharon go to the opera with us." May laughed. "Not everyone has our old fuddy duddy tastes in musical entertainment, Nat."
"Sharon goes with me all the time." Natasha huffed as she sat on the edge of May's bed to buckle the straps of the red heels that matched her dark red dress. Her hair, which she'd cut into a short bob much to her Ma's horror, had been allowed to dry into a very subtle natural wave.
"And Sam?" May asks as she picks up her wrap and puts it on.
Natasha smirks in a dangerous kind of way, not a Black Widow dangerous way, but most certainly in a Martinelli-Carter kind of way. "He can suck it up and enjoy himself if he honestly thinks he's good enough to be dating my cousin."
May walks over and put her hands on Natasha's shoulders. She smiles down at the other woman and laughs. "You're adorable when your protective."
"Well," Natasha replies as she puts her hands on May's hips at first. "I am codenamed after a deadly spider."
There was a teasing twinkle in May's eyes as she said, "I was thinking more like a feisty little orange kitten, all claws and sassy hissing."
Natasha had let her hands slid over May's hips to her rear end and slapped it at the tease. "Even kittens can draw blood."
May laughed, and then leaned down to kiss Natasha. When they walked out of May's bedroom and into the living room they both smiled at Peter who was sitting on the couch watching videos on his laptop until they came in. When he turned to see them the biggest smile spread across his face.
"Wow," Peter said happily. "You two look like movie stars."
May beamed at him as he walked over and kissed the top of his head. "Are you sure you'll be alright on your own all night?"
"I can still call you a ride to take you to my moms' place." Natasha offers. "I'm sure Wanda wouldn't mind you crashing movie night."
Peter rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine, you guys, I'm not a little kid anymore, geesh. I can stay home by myself for one night." He absently scratched at the back of his hand where he'd been bitten by the spider. " I have pizza in the kitchen, legos, and video games, I'm cool."
"You'll call us if you need us?" Natasha asked.
"Yeah, but I won't." Peter insisted. "Go have fun, or ya know, as much fun as you can have at the opera."
"I'm taking you next time, bud." Natasha teased.
Peter pouted. "Aw, Nattie, I thought you liked me!"
May smiled with affection and delight as she watched the two banter. Then she kissed the top of Peter's head again, and told him to be good before leaving the apartment with Natasha. The two couples would be meeting at Lincoln Center, having dinner before the show, and then walking over to the Met for the performance. Putting aside torturing Sam, Natasha was actually excited about the night. It had been a long time since she'd been to the opera and a long time since she and Sharon had gotten to go out on the town together, and it had been longer still since the Carter cousins had been on a double date. The last time had been the summer they'd spent in Italy, one of the few times they had both been stationed in the same place for more than a few weeks. They had attempted to date brothers, it had not worked out, both men had been rather intimidated by them. Lorenzo had been fun while he lasted though.
Once seated at a table in the restaurant the couples started off with small talk. While Sharon and May had interacted on several occasions in the past, this was the first time May and Sam were meeting. It was also the first time Natasha was out with Sam in a social setting that didn't have Steve around in the background. Natasha wasn't overly fond of the fact that Sharon and Sam had stumbled into something romantic while they were supposed to be looking for Barnes. Sharon was meant to find Barnes before Sam could find him, but instead they had decided to work together on the matter. Natasha still harbored doubts about Steve, worrying that he would try to hide the Winter Soldier some place, which would keep him from facing justice for what he'd done. She was still struggling with separating James Barnes from the Winter Soldier, especially after a night of nightmares twisted by the reality of Howard and Maria's death and the fantasy created by Wanda about her mothers taking their place.
"So, I don't suppose this thing's going to be in english, is it?" Sam asked as he reached for his wine glass.
Both Natasha and Sharon replied, "It's in Italian."
"There will be subtitles, Sam." May reassured. "Not everyone is fluent like these two."
Sam looked a bit surprised. "You both speak fluent Italian?"
Again Natasha and Sharon spoke at the same time. "Yes."
Sam's eyes darted between the two. "Anyone ever tell you that's weird?"
May laughed. "Shining Twins vibes, right?"
"Yes!" Sam laughed.
"It gets weirder when Tony's around." May added with amusement. "They're like three peas in a pod."
Sam made the mistake of admitting that he found the idea of Tony being a normal family kind of guy strange, making the teasing remark that he'd just assumed he was grown in a lab and emerged a fully grown wiseass with an ego. The looks Natasha and Sharon gave him quickly had him apologizing. Sharon took mercy on him and changed the subject by asking about the kids. May gladly talked about Peter, and Natasha softened instantly when she spoke about Wanda.
After they finished dinner they continued their casual conversation as they walked over to the Met. Natasha had picked a performance of The Marriage of Figaro, a comedy that could be rather brawdy, as to not bore Sam to much. As they made their way inside and to their seats she gave him a cliff notes version of the story so he wouldn't be too lost during the show.
"How does a girl like you end up a serious opera fan?" Sam asks with genuine curiosity.
Natasha smiles. "My Aunt Maria. She introduced it to me when I was little. She was actually a classically trained pianist, but she stopped pursuing a career in performing when she married my Uncle Howard. Papa Martinelli liked it too and I was the only one of his grandkids who would sit and listen to it with him."
Sam smiled at that. "Baseball games on the radio." He said, a fond look coming over his face. "My grandfather and I would listen to the games on the radio instead of watching them on t.v.. Pops liked the radio better for everything, he hated television, use to say it would take away a person's imagination."
"He must have liked the old radio shows then." Natasha smiled, her memories flooded with secrets shared only with her Ma.
"Loved 'em." Sam nodded and then laughed. "The one about Captain America was one of his favorites. Pretty sure the old man had a crush on Betty Carver. Man, he'd get such a kick out of knowing who I was working with these days."
Natasha had to bite back a snort at the mention of the breathy and helpless portrayal of her mother.
Sharon put her hand on Sam's arm and looked him right in the eyes. "Don't ever mention that show to my Aunt Peggy."
Sam frowned. "Ok, but why?"
"She hates it, hate isn't a strong enough word, she loathes it." Sharon replied. "You will set her off on a tangent you really don't want to hear."
Sam wanted to know more but the lights flickered and then began to go down and soon everyone was lost to the story unfolding on stage. Opera wasn't going to be Sam's new favorite thing, but he didn't hate it. Sharon was pleased that for the most part the evening went wonderfully, and for once Natasha didn't manage to scare the crap out of her boyfriend. Remarkable really, since Sam worked with Natasha and knew what the woman was capable of. Natasha and May were glad that it finally felt like they were back on track as they worked on rebuilding their relationship after their break up. By the time the two couples were saying goodnight they were already talking about doing it again. Only this time, Sharon and Sam would pick what they got to do.
Planning a second double date wasn't easy when one couple, Sharon and Sam, lived in D.C. and the other, Natasha and May, lived in New York. The fact that one of the couples also spent their downtime searching the world for a brainwashed assassin didn't help matters either, nor did the fact that the other couple each had a teenager they were responsible for. So it took awhile for them to set something up. When the four of them found themselves all in D.C. one weekend they decided they had to do it then.
"Are you sure it's not weird asking him to babysit two teenagers?" May asked as she and Natasha finished getting ready. Her mind might have been on the two teenagers in the living room of the hotel suite they were staying in, but her gaze was firmly on the redhead in her black skinny jeans, and leopard print blouse over a black spaghetti strap tank top.
"He's one of the few people Wanda trusts." Natasha replied as she looked at May through the mirror and smiled. May had gone with jeans as well, dark blue, and a black silk wrap around top with a thick lace hem that showed off hints skin underneath. "Clint's good with kids, May. Don't worry."
"How long have we known each other?" May said as she raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend. "When do I not worry?"
Natasha laughed as she made her way across the room. "Never?"
"Exactly." May replied as she slid her fingers into the belt loops of Natasha's jeans and tugged her close. She smiled before kissing the redhead.
"Nat," Wanda said as she walked into the room, and instantly blushed at what she'd walked in on. In her embarrassment the girl shifted into Sokovian as she apologized.
Natasha smiled reassuringly at the girl as she and May stepped apart. "It's alright, poppy." The nickname had just kind of happened one day, a combination of the color of Wanda's powers, and their effect on people when she used them to manipulate a person's mind, reminded Natasha of the poppy flower. It had yet to dawn on Natasha that poppy was very close to poppet. "Just remember what I said about knocking first when you know I'm not alone."
Wanda grumbled. "Clint said I didn't have too."
"Clint's an asshat." Natasha replied, pulling the girl into a hug. "What did you need, love?"
Wanda huffed. "Sharon and Sam are here."
After grabbing her leather jacket and wallet from the foot of the bed Natasha and May followed the teen out to the living room. Peter and Clint were on the sofa with game controllers in their hands, Sharon was perched on the arm of the sofa in jeans, and a leather jacket, but it was the shirt she had on under it that caught Natasha's eye.
"Sharon Marie Carter what the hell are you wearing?" Natasha demanded.
"I told you it would piss her off." Clint snickered.
"What's wrong, Carter?" Sam teased. "Not a Dodgers fan?"
"Martinellis aren't fans of dem bums." Natasha said as she walked over to her cousin, pulling Sharon off the arm of the sofa, causing the blonde to yelp, and pulling her back towards the bedroom.
"Are you seriously going to make me change my shirt?" Sharon laughed as she was pulled along.
Sam blinked and rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't think she was serious. Sharon said if she wore it, it would piss Nat off, I thought she was joking."
"I will give you a hundred bucks to wear an L.A. Dodgers shirt around Steve." Clint said with an evil laugh.
"Pass?" Sam replied.
Once Sharon was appropriately dressed, and after the kids were reminded to behave, the two couples headed out. After the stress of the past several months, they'd wanted something a bit more low key than going to the opera. They'd agreed on dinner and trivia night at a local bar Sharon and Sam liked.
"Ok, that was not my fault." Natasha said over their shared hotpot.
"It was totally your fault." Sharon replied as she refilled everyone's drinks.
Natasha snorted like it was no big deal. "We were in Amsterdam, it was legal."
"Aunt Peggy didn't care that we were in Amsterdam and it was legal." Sharon huffed while reaching for her own glass.
"Wait," Sam cut in, his voice filled with amusement. "The two of you got stoned out of your minds in Amsterdam when you kids?"
"We weren't kids." Natasha explained. "I was nineteen and Sharon was seventeen, and it was on accident. I didn't know what we ordered in the coffee shop were eatables."
"Natasha doesn't react to well to THC." Sharon laughed. "She was paranoid as hell and freaking out. She took a swing at Aunt Peggy and nearly ended up in a canal."
"My Mum was not amused." Natasha joined Sharon in her laughter. "Sharon on the other hand, couldn't stop laughing."
Sharon laughed harder at the memory. "Aunt Peggy had to give up on yelling at us because I just kept laughing harder every time she raised her voice or used our full names. I couldn't breathe by the time she finished with all of Natasha's names."
Sam looked confused so Natasha explained, "First name, two middle names, two last names. I can tell how fucked I am by the number of names that get used."
"Using your child's full name is often enough to get your point across." May was smirking. "I throw a Peter Benjamin, at Peter and he's suddenly the sweetest boy in the world."
"I haven't had to try with Wanda yet." Natasha replied. "She's still too skittish to act like an actual kid."
When they got to the bar it was decided that the only fair way to play it was to remain in couples. According to Sam the weird cousin vibe between Natasha and Sharon would give them an unfair advantage if they play Carters vs SOs. About half way through the first round they learned that maybe they should have let the Carters be on the same team because the two women were hella competitive with each other. Sharon would explain that the competitiveness between them helped them help each other as they climbed and clawed their way through the ranks at SHIELD. Because of who founded SHIELD, it didn't have the same kind of glass ceilings other agencies had, but both women were fighting against their own desires to live up to their shared last name without relying on that last name.
"Until Steve was unthawed not even Coulson knew who I was." Natasha told them while Sam set out the latest round of drinks. "And until the Hydra attack no one knew who Sharon was, or how we were all connected."
"Do you run into any of the issues you were trying to avoid now that people know?" May asks.
"A bit." Sharon answers. "But it never lasts long. Most people still have an enormous amount of respect for Aunt Peggy, and for us as agents."
"Those who don't learn quickly they should." Natasha smirks.
"Have you met them yet, Sam?" May asks during the next break in the game. "Angie and Peggy?"
"I've meet Director Carter." Sam answers. "She's been working pretty closely with the Avengers lately."
May shook her head. "Not the same."
"It's not?" Sam replied.
Natasha snorted.
"What?" Sam's eyes darted between the two cousins.
"Nothing." Natasha was smirking as she looked over at Sharon. "You should invite Sam to a family dinner, Shar. I'm surprised Ma has insisted by now."
Sharon shot her cousin a heated look. Sharon was quite sure that if her aunts knew she was dating someone rather seriously, they would insist on having him over. But the look she gave Natasha didn't have the effect she was hoping for. It in no way deterred Natasha, but instead led to Natasha ratting her out on 'accident' one night while she and Wanda were over for dinner, which lead to a phone call the next day.
"Hi Aunt Peggy." Sharon said brightly into the phone.
"Hello my darling." Peggy replied. They chatted for a bit, catching up and Peggy making sure Sharon was alright. Then she asked, "When will you be in New York again, darling?"
"Soon I hope." Sharon replied. "Why?"
"Your aunt is itching to have a family dinner." Peggy replied. "It's been far too long since we've had one. Angie's getting rather cranky over the matter. I'd like to set up a date that works for you, Nattie, and Tony."
"Sure Aunt Peggy." Sharon smiles, warmed by the idea of a family dinner in the brownstone with her Aunt Angie's cooking, and her family's company. "I'll find out when I'll be in New York and let you know."
"Wonderful sweetheart!" Peggy replies. "And do make sure to bring your young man with you, Sharon. Angie and I look forward to getting to know Sam."
"Sam?" Sharon repeated. "Oh, um, yeah, of course Aunt Peggy, I'll see if he can make it." Sharon was going to kill Natasha!
Halfway around the world in the middle of taking down a black market weapons cartel the Black Widow starts laughing maniacally after glancing at the text displayed on the read out hovering over her forearm.
They settle on a Saturday night so things could go as late as they wanted them to without worrying about the encroaching specter of Monday hanging over their heads. Natasha arrives early that morning, alone, so she can get some time with her mothers before everyone starts showing up. She has coffee with them and lets them fuss over her. Gets advice from her Mum about acting in a more diplomatic role on behalf of the Avengers, unsure if she has the ability to do it. She insists on being just a fighter, a spy, but her mother reassures her that she is so much more. She helps her Ma start preparing for dinner, because of course Angie was going to make enough food for an army. While Angie had started on the sauce before Natasha even got there, there was plenty left to do. Chicken and eggplant parm were on the menu as the main course, but there would also be meatballs, and braciole, and fresh pasta. Natasha's first task was to wrap cheese, breadcrumbs, and parsley in thin strips of beef to make the braciole, while Angie got the parms started, and Peggy stayed out of their way.
When Clint arrived with Wanda, he was told to fill the tin tub on the back porch with ice and put the drinks on ice. Wanda helped Natasha make cannoli filling for the shells Angie had made the night before, and the chocolate cake batter. May and Peter were next, and the kids were tasked with setting out the snacks. May started helping in the kitchen, and at some point someone had put some music on. When Angie asked May to get her something from the pantry Natasha just happened to slip away as well, and it took a good ten minutes for Angie to get what she needed. Angie whacked Natasha with her wooden spoon and teased her about fooling around behind closed doors like she was a teenager. Natasha showed Wanda how to use a piece of fresh bread to taste the tomato sauce from the giant pot on the stove, and smiled as she watched the girl's face lit up.
"Told you." Natasha says proudly. "No one cooks better than my Ma."
Tony and Pepper arrive with bottles of expensive red wine, frangelico for after dinner coffee, and limoncello, because honestly Tony found it funny as hell to try and get Aunt Peggy drunk at these things.
Clint, ever the sucker for punishment, broke out the dominos and challenged Angie to a rematch. "I'm gonna bet her one of these days."
"Never gonna happen, Barton." Natasha said as she pulled up a chair to play as well.
By the time Sharon and Sam arrived the faded red brick brownstone in Brooklyn was full of music, cheerful voices, and laughter. It smelled of home, and delicious foods. It was full of warmth and welcome. Sharon had been nervous, she really liked Sam, and her family could be a lot, but as soon as she stepped into her aunts' home she relaxed.
"There you are, darling." Peggy said as she walked into the foyer to greet the last of her children and Sharon's guest. "We were starting to wonder."
"Sam didn't think I was serious when I said be ready by two." Sharon said with a laugh as she hugged her aunt in greeting.
Sam looked nervous. "You said dinner, two isn't normally a time for dinner."
"I used to agree with you, Mr. Wilson." Peggy said with a warm smile. "But then I married an Italian who thinks family dinner starts at noon and lasts until everyone's fallen asleep on the living room floor."
"Thank you for the invite, Director Carter." Sam said with a shy smile as he watched the older woman wrap her arm around Sharon.
"No titles here, Mr. Wilson." Peggy replied. "And you're welcome, now please, come in and join us." With Sharon in tow Peggy led them into the living room. Natasha, Clint, and Angie were playing their game. Wanda hovered near her adult guardians, trying to pay attention as Natasha explained the game, while trying not to be overwhelmed by the rather large gathered group of people. May and Pepper sat on the sofa with drinks in their hands watching Tony and Peter tinker with something at the coffee table that was probably going to make Peggy mad later.
When his aunt and cousin walked into the room Tony looked up with a huge smile but that smile faulted at the sight of Sam Wilson. "Bird boy, what are you doing here?"
Before Sharon or Sam could respond Natasha said, "He's defiling your Shar-Bear."
"He's what!?" Tony shot to his feet.
"Natasha Elizabeth." Peggy scolded. "Anthony sit down. Both of you behave and leave Sharon and Mr. Wilson alone."
"Just Sam is fine, Mrs. Carter." Sam said softly.
Angie was laughing as she stood and walked over to the couple. She hugged Sharon hello and introduced herself to Sam, welcoming him into their home. "Help yourself, Sam. There's plenty of food to snack on before dinner, beer and soda on the back porch, and liquor at the bar."
"Ma!" Natasha's voice suddenly called out. "Clint's cheating!"
"I am not!" Clint replied. "How do you even cheat at dominos!"
Her family has grown and changed over the years. People had gone, and their presence will always be missed. Edwin's quiet frustration at the boisterousness, and Ana's teasing him for it. Howard's charm and barking laughter, and Maria's soft smiles of adoration at his antics. Michael's ability to make Peggy laugh so hard she snorts, and the kids getting an absolute kick out of it. But people had come as well, and they each brought something new and wonderful to the mix. Pepper was the perfect foil for Tony, she was strong willed and just as charming, smart and resilient, and she loved him which is what mattered to Peggy. While she and Angie had raised Natasha to have wings and sore, May kept her rooted. The young woman made Natasha happy, and she cared for and loved her daughter in a way any mother would be pleased by. Peter adored both Tony and Natasha, he was bright and pure in a way that was refreshing given how most children seemed these days. Wanda had given Natasha someone to care for, to love and protect, and watch over in away that had curbed some of Natasha's need to save the world at her own peril. Clint has always been a welcome addition, his devotion to Natasha had cemented his place in Peggy's and Angie's hearts a long time ago. And now, hopefully, perhaps, Sharon had someone who would give her the things she needed to be happy.
"So Sam," Peggy said warmly. "Tell me about yourself."
"Be nice Aunt Peggy." Sharon begged as she handed Sam a drink.
Peggy faked a hurt expression. "I am a perfect English lady, Sharon Carter, I would never be unkind to a welcome guest in my home."
All three of Peggy Carter's children laughed, and to make matters worse, so did her wife.
Peggy huffed. "Oh bugger off the lot of you."
While Peggy did indeed grill Sam, as did Angie when she joined them after once again beating Clint in dominos, they were at least gentle about it. It was clear to everyone that the two women only ever acted out of love for their own daughter, as well as the two they considered their other children.
"Wait, stop, I don't understand." Tony says as the conversations and laughter continued at the dinner table, everyone's plates piled high with food. "You have never seen Rocky Horror Picture Show?"
"Nope." May replied with a shake of her head.
"I haven't either." Pepper replies.
Tony looks down right offended for several seconds before looking at Sam. "Wilson?"
"Na, man, not my thing." Sam replies.
"How is it possible that we're engaged to, dating, and bonking people who have never seen Rocky Horror!" Tony is downright flabbergasted.
"Anthony!" Peggy scolds.
"Sorry." Tony replies, knowing exactly why his aunt is fussing at him. "Shagging people."
Angie reaches over and smacks the back of his head.
"What?" Tony whines, and then moves on. "So we need to go see Rocky Horror!"
"Well, at least you're all old enough to raid your own clothes this time." Peggy huffs. "Unlike the first time you three went to see that movie."
That makes Sharon's eyes light up as she remembers what her aunt is referring too. Looking over at Natasha she said, "You still owe me twenty bucks for that by the way."
Natasha blinked. "Huh?"
"We spent an hour arguing because you kept insisting that your mothers didn't have lingerie." Sharon reminded her. "I bet you twenty bucks they did, and then we found two whole drawers full in their closet."
Tony explained why they would need to borrow lingerie, telling the others that people dressed up as the characters, and a lot of that required things like garters, fishnet stockings, and corsets and bustiers. When Pepper teased him about wearing a bustier Tony smiled and said, "Of course I did, I wore one of Aunt Angie's because I was a scrawny kid and Aunt Peggy's bust was to big. Could probably fit in one now though."
Peggy choked on her wine and horsley scolded, "Anthony, really!"
Seeing her chance to get back at Natasha for ratting her and Sam out, even though it had turned into a wonderful evening, Sharon spoke up. "Tony in drag is a sight to behold, but the time we went to Toronto for Nat's birthday was the best. She decided she was going to dress as Rocky, you know, the gold shorts and nothing else."
Natasha choked on the bite of food she'd taken, to the point where Peggy had to pat her back.
Clint barked out a laugh. "You went topless to Rocky Horror?"
"It's legal in Toronto!" Natasha croaked out while glaring at Sharon.
"Isn't that the same thing you said about getting stoned in Amsterdam?" Sam asked.
Natasha glared at him. "I could kill you and no one would find the body or even know you were missing, Wilson."
"Sharon would miss me." Sam smirked.
"Who said she wouldn't be with you." Natasha replied, glaring at her cousin.
"Alright." Peggy said sternly but gently. "That's enough, new topic, moving on."
"Are we not going to talk about the fact that Stark's seen Nat topless?" Clint asked.
Natasha glared at him. "So? You've seen me topless."
"Yeah so?" Tony said as well. "She's my cousin man don't make it weird."
"They're just tits, Barton, chill." Natasha added.
Angie spoke up this time. "Alright ya brats, knock it off before poor Petey's face gets any redder and his cute little head explodes."
Natasha apologizes to Peter while May did her best not to laugh at the boy's embarrassment. Wanda asks if she can go see this Rocky Horror movie, and Natasha promised to take her and Peter another time, as to not traumatize them with Tony in drag. The conversation finally moves on when Angie threatens to send the next person to bring it up to finish dinner alone in the kitchen. Once the meal was over Peggy ordered her children to clean up while she and Angie got dessert and coffee for everyone. She, Angie, the kids, and the dates were all sitting in the living room talking when Natasha's voice rang out from the kitchen.
"Tony Stark!" Natasha yelled. "Don't you dare!"
Followed by two female squeals. Moments later Tony was running for the front door with Natasha and Sharon chasing after him, their shirts soaked from his spraying them with the kitchen sink sprayer. At the looks they were getting from their guests Peggy and Angie just shrug and laugh. Angie stands and walks to the window to see what her brats are doing and says, "It's not an official family dinner until someone gets chased out into the street."
When the night finally came to an end, after Tony and Pepper had gone, and Natasha had fallen asleep on the sofa cuddling with Wanda and Peter, Sharon decided to say her goodbyes. After hugging her aunts, and accepting the leftovers Angie made up for them, she and Sam made their way out to their waiting Uber.
"So?" Sharon asks nervously.
"You're really lucky, Sharon." Sam said warmly, smiling at her reassuringly. "Your family is kind of amazing."
Sharon beamed. "Yeah, they really kind of are."