They'd been dating for a couple of weeks when Natasha asked May to go to the opera. It was the most formal date they'd been on since their first, with everything in between being more relaxed and laid back. They'd gone to the movies, and dancing, and even spent an evening drinking and playing pool as they carefully maneuvered their relationship from simply friendship to something more, something deeper. Each time an apartment door opened, be it her own or May's, Natasha's breath was taken away by the smile on May's lips, the brightness of her eyes, and whatever she happened to be wearing. A long flowy skirt and top, a colorful mini-dress, or jeans and a leather halter top under a leather jacket, it didn't matter what May had on it fueled Natasha's desire to touch her, to see what lay under the cotten, denim, and leather.
They were taking things slowly. There were plenty of careful caresses and long kisses, fingers lost in locks of rich chocolate or firey red, a strong thigh pressed between legs to test the waters, but they always stopped short of crossing that final line. They were being cautious, neither wanting to rush things in fear of it all going to hell. The opera though, with the romance and elegance of it, seemed to draw the line in the sand and dared them to cross it. Peter was at a weekend science camp, which meant May had no excuse not to stay when Natasha asked her too. Not that May wanted to make an excuse to leave, she was done with excuses. Natasha was wearing a vintage style grecian dress in a rich blushed pink that reminded May of the color of Natasha's skin when she was flushed. It left the other woman's pale neck and collar bones exposed, while offering just a teasing hint of cleavage. May had been fighting the urge to trail her fingertips along the outline made by the dress all night.
Once inside of her apartment Natasha fetched a bottle of wine and two glasses. She was well aware that May's eyes were on her, and it made her smile. She'd been stealing glances of May in her long burgundy dress all night long, her mind flooding with all the different ways she could take it off the other woman. After pouring them each a glass of wine, Natasha held one of the glasses out to May, an inviting smile on her painted lips.
May took the glass with a smile of her own. She locked eyes with Natasha, warm brown searching for the go ahead in the mesmerizing blue-green of the redhead standing within arms reach. Raising the wine glass to her lips, May sipped it and then set it down on the coffee table before closing the distance between herself and Natasha.
Natasha set her wine glass aside as well, then reached out as May drew closer, her hands sliding onto May's hips. "Are you sure this is what you want, May?"
"I'm sure you're what I want." May replies as she slides her hands behind Natasha's neck to pull her into a kiss.
Letting her hands slide over May's hips and down to her rear end, Natasha tugged her closer so that there was no space between their bodies. With the grace and ease that came from her profession, Natasha guided them nimbly to her bedroom. Natasha's dress is the first to hit the floor, leaving the redhead standing in only her blush pink lace panties and heels. May had run her fingers over her skin, along the neckline of her dress, before gliding the fabric over her shoulders until the dress was simply falling from her body. May's darkening eyes raked over every inch of pale skin and her breath hitched, causing Natasha to blush. May smiled as she watched the warm flush add a hint of color to the other woman's skin, and she couldn't help but bite her lip when her gaze finally met Natasha's once again.
Reaching out Natasha pulled May into a heated kiss, and then reached behind her new lover to unzip May's dress so it could join hers on the floor. Their first round is fueled by pent up desire, it's a little awkward, neither knowing the others likes and dislikes, but they are both quick learners. They both get there, it's pleasurable, but hardly satisfying. They both want more, and have all night to map out each other's bodies, to learn which patch of skin will make the other moan when bitten, how it feels to sink fingers into curves, who likes to have her hair pulled. It isn't until May's nipping at her pelvic bone, her touch ghosting over her lower stomach, that Natasha thinks about her scars. The room is dark, the only light coming in from the street lights outside her window and a sliver of moonlight from the waning crescent moon as it descends in it's westward journey through the night sky. Maybe May hadn't noticed the various white, faded pink, and red raised marks that marred the landscape of her pale skin. They weren't the kind of scars you got from working personal security. Natasha should have told May what she could of the truth before she let this happen, but it was too late now. Pushing the thought of having that conversation out of her thoughts, Natasha reached down to draw May back up her body to kiss her, taking control of the situation, and focusing on May instead.
If May noticed the scars, and really how could she have not, she didn't say anything. With their relationship existing on this new more intimate level, Natahsa knew she had to be honest with May, and she needed to do it before they decided to come clean to Peter about them. Natasha just had no idea how to go about this. She obviously knew that the best source of advice on the matter would be her Mum, but her mothers were currently on a much needed and long overdue vacation on a sandy beach in Greece. So until they got home she would have to find a suitable fill in. Shooting off a text to Sharon asking where she was in the world at the moment, she was surprised to get a reply saying she was in D.C. After asking if she had some free time this weekend and getting confirmation that Sharon did indeed have some downtime, Natasha made plans for a girl cousin weekend.
Friday night was spent in Sharon's apartment with Sharon in cozy lounge pants and an old oversized CBGB t-shirt that Natasha was pretty sure was Tony's, while she herself wore baby blue Pink! shorts and a faded Ducktales tank top. They ordered pizza and wings, after returning from the store with a variety of local craft beers and a bottle of Maker's Mark. The food was long gone, and most of the beer was too, before Natasha finally brought up what she wanted to talk about.
"I need to tell May the truth." Natasha said as she leaned back against Sharon as they lounged on Sharon's sofa. "About what I do."
"You want to tell her that you're a spy for a secret international agency founded by your mother to handle threats so scary and out there that they make the FBI, CIA, MI5 and 6, the Mossad, and the KGB shit their pants?" Sharon raises an eyebrow as she absentmindedly played with Natasha's hair.
Natasha rolled her eyes."Well, when you put it like that."
"Now I understand the bottle of whisky." Sharon says as she stretches to reach for the bottle without dislodging her cousin. "It must be serious between you two."
"I think it's heading that way." Natasha says as she chews on her lip. "I need to tell her before we can decide to let it keep going that way."
Sharon poured them each a shot of the whisky and handed one to Natasha as she said, "You're scared. You don't think she'll take it well?"
"That I'm an international security agent?" Natasha sighs as she sits up and shifts around so she and Sharon are face to face. "No, I'm afraid she won't." Sharon's expression was soft as it gently, wordlessly, asked why not? "May's husband Ben, he was Peter's father's brother, he was a cop. Had his gold shield just over a year when he was killed in the line of duty."
"And you don't think May can handle being with another person who could die in service?" Sharon asked, reaching for her cousin's free hand to give it a squeeze.
"It's not that I don't think she could handle it, it's more like, what right do I have to ask her to?" Natasha replied.
Sharon downed her shot while watching Natasha down hers. "You've already asked her to do it, Nattie. You're dating her, you're sleeping with her, she's already dealing with it, she just doesn't know she is."
Natasha moaned while she poured herself another drink. "I should have told her sooner, I should have told her before we had sex, before we decided Ma's matchmaking was a date."
"Maybe," Sharon shrugs. "But telling her, telling anyone you're in a relastionship with, about SHIELD is a huge fucking deal, Nattie. There's a reason so many of us date and fuck within the agency."
"And how's that working out for you, cuz?" Natasha asks, knowing that Sharon hasn't had the best luck in that department.
"I didn't say it was ideal." Sharon huffed before taking another shot. "It has its own complications, which is why for the time being I've decide to keep my sex life in the nightstand drawer."
Natasha snorted which caused her to choke on the glup of whisky she'd just taken. Once she cleared her airways with a few snickering coughs she managed to tease, "Oh, poor Shar-bear, home alone with her thick purple…."
Sharon slammed a pillow into the side of her cousin's head before Natasha could finish. "Shut up, Nattie-cat."
They talked and teased for most of the night. At some point they moved from Sharon's sofa in the living room to her bed in her bedroom, and sometime before dawn the Carter cousins fell asleep together in the same bed just like when they were little girls. And although they no longer clutched Dum Dum bear and Benny the Bobby Bunny (Sharon's stuffed rabbit, who was dressed like a London police bobby, a gift from her father when she was just a baby) the girls still fell asleep with their pinkies linked, hands resting on the mattress space between them.
Somehow the stars aligned on Saturday night, and what was supposed to be drinks with Maria Hill, turned into a ladies of SHIELD girls' night. About an hour after Maria arrived at the bar, Bobbi Morse showed up after getting a text from Maria. Natasha liked Bobbi but she had to groan a little. Bobbi knew her as Natalia Romanoff, so she would have to play the role, and she and Sharon would have to be mindful of their interactions since Bobbi didn't know they were related. That was fine, getting the chance to blow off some steam with other women who got what it was like for each other like this, was rare. Natasha didn't even mind so much when Bobbi invited her new tag along. Well, she didn't mind much.
"Oh come on!" Natasha groaned. Sharon and Maria would understand the groan on a much deeper level than Bobbi would. "Who invited the kid with the world's biggest girl crush on Director Carter?"
"She's a sweet kid, Romanoff." Bobbi said as she waved Jemma Simmons over. "Give her a chance." She smiled when Jemma waves back and heads their way. "Besides, who doesn't have a crush on the O.G. badass first lady of SHIELD?"
Natasha and Sharon shared a really quick look that said eww gross before hiding their laughter behind their drinks. When Agent May arrived, Natasha was thrilled. It had been ages since she'd been on the same continent as Melinda, let alone in the same room. Before Natasha officially started attending SHIELD's Operations Academy following her graduations from Harvard and then Cambridge, Melinda May was Natasha's trainer, teacher, mentor, and superior officer. She respected the older woman a great deal, and if she couldn't get her mothers advice on May Parker, then she'd get Melinda's. The older SHIELD agent had more experience and a better understanding than Sharon and herself did, so as soon as Natasha could get her on her own she talked to Melinda about things.
"Life isn't meant to be lived alone." Melinda May had told her as they sat alone away from the others in a quiet corner of the bar. "Stop ignoring your instincts, brat, you were taught better than that."
Natasha let the weekend stew a bit after returning to New York, but in the end she knew what she had to do. She invited May over for dinner, made her Ma's manicotti and her Mum's lemon tart, and raided Tony's New York penthouse for a couple bottles of wine to go with it. After dinner, as they snuggled on the sofa with glasses of Tony's expensive dessert wine, Natasha finally said, "May, I need to tell you something. I need to be honest with you before this goes any further."
May's heart sank as she pulled away from Natasha, who she'd been snuggled up against. She looked into the other woman's eyes for a long moment before saying as she set her wine glass down. "This is a make or break kind of thing, isn't it?"
"It could be." Natasha nods. "It's just that I find myself falling for you more and more, and before either of us falls further, you need to know the truth about me." Taking a deep breath Natasha begins. "The security outfit I work for, it's not really a personal security firm, it's more of an international intelligence and security agency."
May listened, unsure of how to feel about what she was hearing. Anger that Natasha had lied, but it seemed as if she didn't have a lot of choice but to conceal the truth. This agency of hers was clandestine in nature, to the point where Natasha mentioned something about May needing to sign an NDA. Fear was another emotion floating around in May's system, fear and uncertainty, because she'd done this once already. She'd loved someone who put themselves on the line for the greater good, and she wasn't sure she could put herself and Peter through that again. There was a rush of pride that felt a bit strange. She had always known there was something remarkable about Natasha, and now she understood why. And this remarkable woman who could probably have anyone she wanted, wanted May, yeah she could take pride in that.
After Natasha was finished there was a long pause until she couldn't take the silence anymore and asked, "May?"
May surged forward and kissed Natasha. Then she pressed their foreheads together and sighed. "If it were just me, Nat, this would be easy, but it's not." Closing her eyes, she drank in and savored the feeling of Natasha and then she pulled back and said, "But it's not just me. I need to think about this, Nat. I need to be sure I can handle loving another hero, and how that's going to affect Peter."
"Of course." Natasha said softly, hoping her voice didn't betray her own maelstrom of emotion. "I understand, May."
May went back to her apartment, sat alone on the sofa with her thoughts and feelings for awhile, and then went to her bedroom and pulled out the box of Ben's things she kept in her closest. Even knowing the way it ended, she wouldn't trade a moment with Ben. The pain and grief over his loss, was worth going through because everything before that had been wonderful, not perfect, but wonderful nonetheless. She hadn't been sure she'd ever met someone who could make her feel similar to the way Ben had made her feel, and yet it seemed she had. There was a woman, a beautiful, intelligent, funny, caring, loving woman several floors below her that was starting to give her the same sense of warmth and home she'd had with Ben. A woman who could just as easily be ripped from her life like Ben had been. May was strong, stronger than she gave herself credit for, she could handle it. But could Peter? And was it fair of her to ask him to even try?
She owed it to everyone involved to at least try and talk to him about it. May ordered a crap ton of chinese from their favorite place and spread it out on their small kitchen table. They were about half way through when she finally spoke up. "Peter." She said gently to get his attention. "There's something I need to talk to you about. I've been seeing someone, dating them, and recently it's taken a turn towards the serious. I wanted to talk to you, to tell you about it, before the serious got any more serious. Especially since it's someone you're already pretty fond of and…"
Peter sat there with a piece of sweet and sour chicken halfway to his mouth and stared at his aunt as she talked in a rapid fire, non-stop, hasn't taken a breath yet way that was very familiar to him. Setting his chopsticks down on his plate he blinked, stared a bit more, and then burst out laughing. "So that's where I get it from."
May blushed when she realized what he meant. Then she rolled her eyes at him. "Peter, I'm trying to tell you…"
"That you're dating Nat?" Peter replied easily and with a warm smile.
May blinked. "How did you know?"
"You've been spending a lot more time with her lately, and when you do you smile more. You're happy, May, and it's been awhile since I've seen you happy like that. It wasn't too hard to figure out it was because of Nat." Peter smiled, and then that smile morphed into a smirk. "Plus, last week you came home from going to the movies with Nat, wearing her favorite sweatshirt."
That caused May to blush. She hadn't been expecting Peter to be home when she got home, and since she'd been in a hurry to get back to the apartment before him she'd grabbed Natasha's well worn, super cozy, smells like Natasha, old Harvard sweatshirt. "So, um, yeah, I'm dating Natasha. Are you ok with that?"
"It's weird." Peter says honestly after a few long moments of thought. "You dating anyone is weird."
Reaching across the table May puts her hand over Peter's. "You know that me falling in love with someone else doesn't mean I've stopped loving Ben."
"I know." Peter replies. "And it's not all just about Uncle Ben. I mean, you're my aunt, you're…" He stops himself from saying old. "You're my parent, and it's weird to think of your parent dating. But it's not a bad thing, you dating, well, you dating Nat. I like Nat, a lot. And I want you to be happy, Aunt May, you deserve to be happy. After Uncle Ben died you kept me, you didn't have you too but you did, and you raised me like I was your own kid, and well, you just deserve to be happy."
"Peter." May said as she squeezed his hand. "You are my kid." Peter smiled, and she smiled back. Then she said, "There's something else, about me and Nat. Natasha's job is, well, more complicated than I thought, it's different but similar in ways to what your uncle did."
"She's some kind of fed isn't she?" Peter asks as he picks up his chopsticks once May lets go of his hand.
May blinks, surprised that he'd jumped right to a fairly close assumption. "Something like that, yeah. How did you..."
"Like a cop but not a cop." Peter shrugged. "Is a fed."
"Her job has certain risks, Peter." May continued after a pause to think. "And I want to make sure that we're ok with that before things go any further between her and I."
"I like Nat, Aunt May. I've liked her for awhile." Peter points out. "If something bad happened to her, I'd be upset whether you were dating her or not."
May blinked again. "I hadn't thought of that."
They grew quiet after that, focusing on their meals and cleaning up afterward. May was lost in her thoughts and feelings. Maybe she was using Peter to mask her own fears a little more than she wanted to admit. It had been so long since she'd felt like this, and the thought of giving in and allowing herself to have it only to lose it all over again, fucking scared the hell out of her. But May Parker wasn't the type of woman who let her fears get the better of her. "Peter, will you be ok on your own for a bit? I need to go down and talk to Nat."
"She isn't home." Peter tells her from where he's working on his homework at the coffee table. "I saw her on her way out as I was coming in from school. She said something about picking her moms up at the airport and staying in Brooklyn for a few days. She even had Goose with her."
It had been days since May fled Natasha's apartment. She must have thought May was ending things, or she wanted to give her space, or… May blinked as Peter started packing up his things while texting someone. "What are you doing?"
"Asking Ned to ask his Mom if I can stay the night." Peter replied. "You can drop me off on your way out to Brooklyn."
Sitting in the backseat of a cab outside a very nice Brooklyn brownstone May was having second thoughts about this. Maybe she should have just called Natasha instead of taking a cab all the way out to her parents house. It didn't even look like there was anyone home. There was a soft yellow glow in the front window, perhaps from a lamp, but the rest of the house seemed dark. She knew Natasha's mothers had been traveling, if they just returned from that trip the last thing they would want is a visitor. But she was here now, and cabs weren't cheap, so she paid the fare and got out of the car. Not wanting to disturb the whole house or face one of Natasha's mothers, May texted her that she was at the door.
Natasha was sitting on her mothers' sofa watching a movie with the volume down. Her mothers had gone to bed early, exhausted from their travel back from their vacation. She'd been texting back and forth with Tony all night so she didn't think twice about picking up her phone when it vibrated on her thigh. Seeing that the text was from May surprised her, and opening it to read that May was outside on the stoop shocked her to the point where she sat there for several long moments just staring at the words on the tiny screen. Natasha had suffered enough loss of her own to understand the desire not to invite the possibility of more into her life, so she understood May's hesitance. But that didn't mean that not hearing from May for days didn't hurt, which is why she'd come home for a few days. Her mothers could tell something was wrong but didn't push her to find out what, which she was thankful for. But she knew that when she was ready they would be there to listen and help her figure things out.
Pushing off the sofa after turning off the t.v. Natasha went to the door and opened it. Her brian couldn't or wouldn't let her find a reason for why May was here. She wanted to hope it meant something good, but she was afraid too. "May?"
"I focused on the wrong thing." May said as soon as she laid eyes on Natasha. "I jumped right to the worst possible outcome, something that may or may not ever happen, God forbid something ever happens, instead of focusing on the good that happens along the way. This scares me, Natasha, you scare me, what I'm starting to feel scares me…"
"It scares me too." Natasha says as she reaches out and gently pulls May inside.
"It does?" May asked as she watched Natasha close the door.
Natasha nods. "I've had a life full of love, but this kind of love, May, this kind of love, it's a risk." Natasha pauses for a moment to take a breath and then admits, "I've also had a life full of loss and I don't want to feel that again anymore than you do. But I'm willing to accept the risk and whatever posabilities lay ahead of us. If you are?"
May's response is to spring forward, capturing Natasha's lips in a passionate kiss and backing her up against the wall. Her fingers seek out Natasha's hair, and she moans softly when she feels Natasha's hands on her hip, her strong fingers digging into May's curves almost possessively. When they part May presses her forehead to Natasha's. "I'm sorry it took me so long to figure things out."
"I would have waited for as long as it took." Natasha replies, her heart racing, her thoughts overpowered by her feelings and desires.
They stand there for several long moments before May reluctantly pulls back. "I should go. It's getting late and…"
"Where's Peter?" Natasha asks, cutting May off, and reaching out to hold May's face in her hands. She was on the verge of making a questionable decision, and if May couldn't give her a good reason not to follow through then there was nothing to stop her.
"At Ned's for the night." May answers.
Natasha smirks. She lets her hands slide into May's hair, drawing her in for another kiss. When she pulls away she says, "Then stay."
May's eyes go wide and her gaze starts to dart around. "Here? Nat, this is your mothers' house!"
Their enter conversation had been had in quiet whispers, and even now May was keeping her voice soft and low. Natasha smirked a rather wicked smirk. May didn't have anywhere else to be, and she wasn't just going to up and leave when she'd promised her mothers a few days together. So the only option in Natasha's mind was clear. "I've always wanted to sneak a girl up to my room."
"You're not serious?" May blushed.
Natasha continued to smirk. Taking May's hand she moved back to the door to make sure it was locked, reset the alarm, and then gently pulled her along as she turned off the living room lamp before heading up the stairs. She made a point of pressing her finger to her lips as they went, her Mum wasn't so much a light sleeper, but she was an alert sleeper. Once safely in her room with the door closed behind them, Natasha smiled as she gave May a chance to take it all in and then pulled her over to the bed.
May laughed quietly. "And just how do you plan on sneaking me out of your room come morning?"
"I'll worry about that in the morning." Natasha replied as she reached for the hem of May's sweater after taking her jacket off and letting it slide to the floor. "We don't have to do anything." Natasha reassured her, sobering for a moment from the rush of emotion and hormones. "I just don't want you to leave."
Stepping closer May wrapped her arms around Natasha. "I'm not going anywhere, Nat. I'm here. I'm in."
Natasha smiled, and once again pulled May in for a kiss. It was a night of silent revelry and connection, and the pair fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Just before falling asleep, Natasha did wonder how she was going to either explain May or sneak her out, but in the moment, all that mattered was this new level they were on in their relationship. Like her Mum, Natasha fought to keep the world safe for the people she loved, May and Peter, they were now part of that group. They had been in fact, for a long time, but now more than ever, she would do what needed done to protect them. Natasha tightened her hold on May, causing the already sleeping woman to snuggle closer.
When Angie walked back into the bedroom she shared with her wife the following morning she was smiling a huge, bright, smile. The look on her face could be read as both pleased with herself and I know a secret.
Peggy looked up from reading the paper when Angie returned. "So?" She asked, "Does she want to go out for brunch?"
"I didn't get to ask." Angie replied as she sat on the edge of her side of the bed and giggled.
"Oh?" Peggy raised an inquisitive brow at her wife. The look on her face, the giggle, clearly there was something going on that she was unaware of.
Angie was trying so hard not to laugh as she set her focus on Peggy's face, wanting to watch her wife's expression as she said, "Your daughter has a girl in her bed. I didn't want to wake them."
Peggy's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as the shock rolled over her. Clearly she hadn't heard that right. "A.. what..?"
"May Parker is in our daughter's bed." Angie was cackling now as she allowed herself to fall backwards until her head was on Peggy's thigh and she was looking up at the thunderstruck English woman. "So if our theory about Nattie's mood was right and it involved May, it seems to have worked itself out."
"She wouldn't!" Peggy was gobsmacked. Absolutely gobsmacked!
"Different generation, English." Angie teased her wife. "Just because we would never have sex in our parents house, doesn't mean they have the same hang ups." Angie could no longer hold in full belly laughs. Peggy looked scandalized. "You did know she's having sex didn't you? Pretty sure she's been having sex for years now."
"Of course I was aware that she…" Peggy groaned while shaking her head, her eyes closed as if trying to dislodge something from her mind. "I just actively choose to ignore that fact."
"Yeah, I'm sure she tries to do that too." Angie replied. She adored teasing her wife, and it was a bonus when she could tease both Peggy and Natasha. Natasha would get hers later, right now Angie was locked on her beloved English. "Turnabout's fair play and all, ya know, Peg."
"Excuse me?" Peggy blinked, looking down into the mischievous face of her love. Angie's eyes were sparking, her smile bright. Peggy just shook her head again, the minx.
Angie was having too much fun with this. "We've been having sex under her nose her entire life, Peggy. Right down the hall since she was a baby. And we ain't too quiet about it sometimes, at least they didn't wake us up."
"Angie!" Peggy blushed hotly, swatting Angie's thigh with her open hand.
"Don't start something we can't finish, English." Angie scolded playfully before bursting out into laughter again at the look on her wife's face. When she had herself under control again she sat up and asked, "So now the question is, do we let them know we know or pretend and go along with whatever Nattie chooses to do when they wake up?"
"Oh, darling, that's simple." Now Peggy's the one with the mischievous smirk. She leans close and steals a kiss from her wife, then gets out of bed, snatching up her silk robe as she goes. She can feel Angie scamper after her as she makes her way out of their room and down the hall to Natasha's. Peggy knocks on the door firmly and calls out loudly. "Nattie darling!" She knocks again, a little louder "Natasha dear, are you awake?" There's a thump and soft swearing on the other side of the door and Peggy has to stifle a laugh, before Natasha appears, opening the door just enough to be seen wearing a long oversized t-shirt, her hair a mess of red locks, and drowsy, hooded, eyes. Peggy smiles. "Good morning, poppet."
"Morning Mum." Natasha replied, her eyes though hooded from sleep looked full of panic.
"Mama and I have decided we're going out to brunch." Peggy informs her grown daughter. She waits a beat and then adds, "You and Ms. Parker have thirty minutes to get ready to join us."
Natasha's eyes go wide and a soft squeak could be heard from inside her room. "Who? What? Mum…"
"Thirty minutes, darling." Peggy smiles and then walks back down the hall to her own room where Angie stands in the doorway laughing herself breathless.
Natasha closes the door and then turns and leans against it, her eyes wide as she stares at May, who's sitting up in her bed wrapped in her sheets and comforter, looking just as mortified as she is. After several moments of standing there, her heart racing, she starts to laugh.
"I'm glad you think this is funny!" May huffs at her, her skin flushed with embarrassment, her eyes still too wide from the shock of getting caught in her girlfriend's bed by her girlfriend's mother.
"Could have been worse." Natasha says as she moves across the room to May. "She could have just come in instead of knocking." May pulls the blankets over her head and groans, making Natasha laugh again. "Come on," Natasha says as she pulls the blankets back. "Let's get a shower. When she says we only have thirty she means it."
They take a shower together and then dress before heading downstairs. Their hands are linked, fingers entwined as they make their way to the kitchen where Natasha's parents wait. She's leading the way with May adorably trailing behind rather reluctantly. They are greeted with warm smiles and knowing looks that make them both blush. Thankfully there isn't too much chatter at first, just warm good mornings, and a snarky teasing, "Sleep well?" from Angie. Then the four walk to the restaurant for brunch where Peggy teasingly orders Natasha a full english breakfast because, "You must be famished, darling."
Natasha blows a raspberry at her mother. "That would be funnier, Mum, if I didn't order that anyway when we come here, so," She blew a second raspberry.
Teasing aside, the younger couple told the older couple about what had happened between them. Peggy was a little surprised that Natasha had told May about SHIELD, but she wasn't upset about it. She was actually glad that her daughter now had someone outside that world to talk to about it, the way she'd had Angie. There were countless times over the decades where having Angie's perspective as an outsider had been invaluable to Peggy. She made a mental note to take her daughter out to tea so they could talk about it in greater detail. Angie made a point of inviting May to lunch so they could talk, telling the younger woman that she had decades worth of experience when it came to loving an Agent Carter.
And of course Angie was already making plans for May and Peter's first Sunday dinner with them.