Wait I didn't see the send full prompt in thing lemme try again. Natasha/May with 10: high school popular kid/nerd au.
May was one of those girls that was just…effortless. Anything she wore, regardless of brand name or popularity, looked great. She could wear a sweater that was badly knit, and it would look like fashion. She was kind, always smiling, and Natasha was…
Well, she didn’t want to call it “in love.” She liked May Parker, in a way that wasn’t just “hey I admire your style and want to emulate it,” it was more of “hey I wonder what would happen if I made your picture-perfect bun messy and lipstick smeared.”
Now, she doesn’t mean to, but her situation is kind of like a typical romantic-comedy. Natasha isn’t in with the crowd, although she certainly has friends up there. Tony will sometimes have her sit with him for lunch, and they’re on relatively good terms. So maybe not a romantic comedy. More of Natasha just doesn’t really mesh well.
She wears old t-shirts that are ironically funny (at least, she hopes they are) and would prefer not to go to football games or school events of any kind.
Which is why it’s odd when she’s at a pep assembly, and May Parker decides to stand next to her.
“I hate football pep assemblies,” she says over the crowd. “They’re so boring, you know?”
“Yeah,” Natasha says. “We know that they’re good, and I don’t know why they need a ‘send-off’ for an away game. God knows debate, soccer, and volleyball don’t get this.” May nods.
“I could be at home right now getting an early nap in, you know?”
And then that’s all the conversation is, because Tony leans down to say something to May, she slaps him on the arm and tells him to shut up, and then her attention is called to Hope Van Dyne asking her about anatomy class and the quiz in it.
Natasha thinks it might just be May being bored and trying to get a new friend for a pep assembly.
But…no. May keeps coming up to Natasha and talking, and so she thinks they’re friends?
They sit together at lunch, and Natasha finds out that they both really like making seasonal playlists and May finds her deadpan sense of humor hysterical. May really wants to go into nursing, possibly even working in neonatal care. Natasha wants to work in law enforcement, probably become an FBI agent.
And then May invites her to dinner. Just to talk and become better acquainted.
Natasha wasn’t aware that the new thing to do was go for Italian. May admits that she’s not exactly the best cook, and the place has the best pizza, thin crust. They both agree that thin crust is the only way to eat pizza.
At the end of the night, Natasha gets a hug.
People don’t hug Natasha. So it is a Big Deal. She grins as she gets home, and Clint looks at her.
“You went on a date with May?”
“No,” Natasha says quickly. “We had dinner. Talked.”
“You wanna know who I do that with?” Clint asks. Natasha gives him a look. “Bruce. And we’re dating.”
“Yeah, but you guys talk about….dating stuff.”
“No we don’t,” Clint says with a snort. “Me and him debated for two hours whether or not Kermit the Frog would be a good secret agent.” Natasha just stares.
“I cannot believe you two.”
“Okay, well we both agreed after a while. He forgot that Kermit was in Spy Muppets: License to Croak, and I set him straight. Well, not literally.” Natasha snorts.
“Of course you know the movie.”
May will hang out at Nat’s locker, walk her to class, and vice-versa.
Natasha lies awake at night, and really wonders what it would be like to go on a real date. To have stupid arguments like Clint and Bruce do.
(It seems that it could be a thing, and holy shit it terrifies the hell out of her.)
It culminates to the Sadie-Hawkins dance.
Natasha isn’t one for big displays of affection, but May has been looking at Instagram posts of big proposals and smiling to herself. So she figures that she should ask May.
She sends her on a scavenger hunt. There’s an announcement over the PA at the beginning of her day, and clues on either the white board or in school notes throughout the day.
May solves it as Nat stands with a crafted poster board.
“I’m glad you’ve found the way to a date!” reads the sign. Not Nat’s best work, but she was planning the hunt.
May grins, and kisses Nat on the cheek.
Natasha buys a dress, and May asks for the color. It’s a wine red color, long and classic.
She wears a fucking suit. A black suit, perfectly tailored. Her hair looks good, her make-up looks good–everything looks good.
Natasha is too gay to play this off as just-friends, but she’s not starting anything during dinner. They’re going with Maria and Sharon for dinner, and Natasha orders a burger with fries.
May reaches through her arms to snag fries and grin.
May pulls Natasha outside, just for a brief moment. It’s freezing outside, snow blowing fiercely in. May shouldn’t look good as her teeth are chattering and her arms are visibly shaking.
“Okay, so let me cut straight to the chase: I fucking like you and your arms are literally the buffest please let me date you.”
Natasha laughs. She does. Laughs, and she probably ruined her mascara, but she grins and hugs May, putting a kiss on her cheek.
(They get married after graduating college, and this time Natasha wears a suit, tailored and fit like a dream. Her shoes have the same embroidery as May’s dress, and they dance to cheesy, poppy love songs.
May still looks effortlessly beautiful every day, even when the gray streaks start popping up here and there.)
