"Natasha!"
"Yes, Steve?" came Black Widow's innocent voice as she walked into the bedroom wearing just a bikini.
They were on a rare vacation on some tropical island that Nat had a safehouse on, enjoying some well deserved R&R away from Avengers HQ and training the new recruits — or most of the new recruits, anyway.
"Why does one of your bathing suits only have the bottom part missing?" asked Steve.
"They're called bikinis, Steve, it's a perfectly normal word even for a guy to say, and those aren't mine," Nat answered, sliding up to her husband and giving him a peck on the lips. "I do have a set like those, but I didn't bring them."
"Okay, but that still doesn't answer why only the top half is present," said Steve, holding up the top half of the bikini far more casually than might normally be expected of someone too embarrassed to even say the word 'bikini'.
"Give her a break," replied Nat. "She's just a kid, and she's playing in the pool that's surrounded by tall walls so that no one but us can see her. Let her play topless if she likes — I was thinking about sunbathing completely naked out there."
Steve glared at her.
"What? — I was," shrugged Nat. As Steve continued to glare, she added, "Oh, come on, Steve. I know that you were raised in a different generation, but you're married to me, we're dating her, and you see us naked all over our apartment at Avengers HQ and this house here — you have to stop being so uptight about us flaunting our femininity from time to time. We're grown, adult women who know the societal rules, and would never flirt with anyone besides you outside of missions and would certainly never cheat on you. We can make our own decisions about how we dress, or in this case where no one but us can see it, not dress. Just enjoy the view — which is really quite fantastic, I can assure you."
Steve sighed, wrapping Natasha in a hug. "I know, and I'm sorry. I know you'd never do anything improper, but it's hard for me not to react when I suddenly realize that Wanda's running around somewhere topless, and her ideas of socially acceptable are sometimes a little different not growing up in American culture. You know as well as I do that it's perfectly possible that she could think it acceptable to wear that out on the beach, and I didn't know where she actually was."
"It actually is acceptable on these beaches," replied Nat, before quickly continuing, "But no, I sat her down before we flew here and told her that even though this island is all topless beaches, for the sake of your ancient centenarian heart, she wasn't allowed to do it. Now come on, come outside with us."
And with that she grabbed her husband's hand and drug him through the house out to the swimming pool, where sure enough, Wanda was splashing around in the water topless, her bare breasts bouncing with her frolicking.
Seeing her girlfriend returning with her boyfriend, she swam over to the edge of the pool and lifted her upper body up out of the water, holding herself up on the ledge on her lower arms, and said cheerfully, "Come swim with me, Steve!"
Then she took advantage of his momentary distractedness staring at her wet boobs to shake them enticingly. She knew her outdoor toplessness was straining his idea of decency, but she had a rare opportunity to play around and swim with her boobs flying free, so she was going to take full advantage of it, if nothing else just to see what it felt like. And so far she was enjoying it quite a bit, especially the differentness of it.
But Steve finally collected himself, and said to his girlfriend, "Let me go put on my swimming trunks."
"Why bother?" came Nat's voice from a nearby lounge chair, and they both looked over to find her stretched out sunbathing, naked just as she'd told Steve she was going to. "No one can see you any more than they can Wanda or me, so just skinny-dip — I'm sure Wanda won't mind."
As he turned back to look at the young girl, she smiled brightly up at him and teasingly asked, "Are embarrassed about your hundred year old body? Take a note from mom and embrace the fact that neither of you look the ninety and a hundred that you respectively are."
"I know I've asked you this before, but why do you still call us mom and dad when you're dating us?" Steve asked with a shake of his head. "It's weird."
Wanda shrugged. "It's what I got used to calling you before I started dating you, and I still like it. And you two are the parents of the team, so it's easy for everyone else to know who I'm talking about if I say that mom and dad are fighting again."
"We don't fight —" began Steve, but Nat interrupted him.
"We fight, dear. We always make up instantly, but we fight — over missions, side missions, training methods…it's what we've always done. You're a military captain, I'm a solo assassin spy, and we're both the best at our jobs so we always think that we're right, because we both are when it comes to doing whatever it is the way we're trained to do it. But then we compromise, come up with a mission or training plan together that works best for the Avengers, and then or later have wild, passionate make-up sex. But we definitely fight."
Steve rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing that she wasn't wrong, as much as he wished that he could say that he and his wife never fought. But they also did always instantly make up like she said, so he supposed that's what was really important.
"Come on, Steve, skinny-dip with me," begged Wanda, trying her best to give him puppy dog eyes. "I'll even take off my bottoms as well so that we're both completely skinny-dipping, and Nat is too even if she's not doing the 'dipping' part."
Steve sighed again, before saying, "All right, but only because I'd never hear the end of it from either of you about being a prude if I didn't. And there's absolutely no need for you to take your bottoms off."
"Of course there is!" Wanda replied cheerfully, hopping back down off of the ledge and pushing her bikini bottoms down her legs, before diving underwater to pick them up and toss them onto the pool deck next to her boyfriend. "We can't all be naked if I'm still dressed!"
Steve hardly considered one scrap of fabric to be 'dressed', but he wisely kept it to himself, and began taking his shorts off. As soon as he hopped into the warm water a few seconds later, he was immediately pounced on by Wanda tackling him into the water. Over the next few hours they frolicked and swam in the pool, Nat eventually joining them as well to get in on the slippery, naked fun.
No, not that kind of slippery, naked fun — get your mind out of the gutter.
But eventually they did have to get out and get ready for supper, so that they wouldn't be starving when they did get to that kind of slippery, naked fun before they went to bed that evening.
And as they dried off before heading inside to put on clothes so that they could go eat, Wanda sidled up to Steve and said softly, "Thank you, Steve, both for swimming with me naked, and for not demanding that I swim properly dressed. I know that it's hard for you to ignore your upbringing when it comes to propriety even in somewhere like this swimming pool where no one can see us, but I really enjoyed being able to just be free for an afternoon, and be able to share it with you and Nat. It means a lot to me."
"You're welcome, love," replied Steve, leaning down to kiss her lightly. "And I had a ton of fun, too. You're not wrong that I struggle with not being overprotective of both of you when it comes to clothing, you more than Nat because she threatens to hurt me if I try to restrict her, threats we both know she's more than capable of carrying through with, and also because you're still so young and innocent in my eyes that I want to protect you, but I just mean the best for both of you, and want you to be safe and proper. And I know, I know, you're probably the two females most capable of protecting yourselves on the planet, Agents Daisy and May from Coulson's team probably being three and four from what I've heard, but there's still no reason to court danger when you don't have to, especially given that our jobs constantly put us in danger already."
"I know," said Wanda, leaning up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss of her own. "And I love you for it, even if I still sometimes go to Nat behind your back to get her to convince you to let me dress in some way that I know you're not going to like. So never change your inherent protectfulness of us, and Nat and I won't change our pushing of your comfort level, and we'll all be happy and safe."
