Mother's Day
When Coulson called in his favor she owed him, May had thought he would be asking her to go on some insanely crazy mission. However, what Coulson had asked her to do was accompany his daughter to a Mother’s Day thing at her school.
May wasn’t exactly sure why any of this was such a big deal. Mother’s Day was just another holiday that didn’t seem exactly necessary. But, she couldn’t exactly turn down (Y/N). The kid was very persuasive when she pouted and batted those long lashes of hers at you. May wasn’t heartless.
Walking up to the school sent a slight shiver of nervousness through her. It was an odd feeling, but she understood why she was feeling it. She wasn’t exactly good with children. She barely managed to handle herself around (Y/N). Of course, (Y/N) wasn’t a normal five-year-old, she was an alien and didn’t know it, so it just seemed easier to be around her because she wasn’t as breakable as other children.
(Y/N) was bouncing as she walked next to May, holding May’s hand in her little grip. She seemed excited to be bringing her Aunt Melinda to school for an hour, and May couldn’t help but feel a little excited herself. (Y/N)’s excitement was highly contagious.
“This is my school!” (Y/N) announced as she pulled May through the front door. “I come here a lot to learn stuff.”
“So I hear,” May smiled down at her. “Your dad talks a lot.”
(Y/N) giggled, “He does!”
May snorted a laugh at the child’s agreement. She let (Y/N) lead her through the school and down to her classroom where children were milling about with their mothers. Some had even brought their grandmothers to the festivities.
May looked down at (Y/N), seeing she was noticing the other kids with their real mothers and their grandmothers. She couldn’t imagine what was going through the kid’s head, and May silently vowed to make sure (Y/N) had an amazing day at school.
“Where’s your desk?” May asked her.
(Y/N)’s eyes lit up as she pulled May over to her desk. She proudly announced that this was her desk, where she did all of her work.
“Oh!” (Y/N) gasped. “I gotta put up my backpack. I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”
“I don’t have anywhere to be.” May promised her as she sat down in the tiny chair that accompanied the tiny desk. Everything was so small here, and May found it a little hilarious.
(Y/N) darted off to hang her backpack up on a hook on the wall. A woman walked over, smiling at May. From the hideous blue eyeshadow that was caked on, she knew it was Helen Reynolds- The soccer mom Coulson was always complaining about. Apparently, the woman was horrifically obnoxious. May wasn't too thrilled to be meeting her.
"Hi, I’m Helen,” She introduced herself. “I’m Alex’s mom. Are you (Y/N)’s mother?”
“I’m actually her aunt,” May replied. “Melinda.”
“Oh,” Helen blinked, her overly made up eyes seemed to show her worry. “Could (Y/N)’s mother not make it?”
“She died.” May stated. “Car accident.” She knew Coulson’s cover story, and she knew she had to stick to it. Still, it was odd to think of Coulson as someone who would get married. The man was already married to his job.
“Oh, my word.” Helen gasped, putting a hand over her heart as her brow furrowed in concern. “I wasn’t aware. Was it recent?”
“No, it was a few years ago.” May answered. “I’d rather not talk about it in front of (Y/N).”
“Oh, of course!” Helen nodded eagerly. “Right, sorry. It’s so nice of you to fill in for her. I’m sure little (Y/N) is so excited.”
(Y/N) came back over, hopping right into May’s lap as May sat at her desk. She peered up at Helen, eyeing her skeptically. May had to bite back a laugh. The kid was basically a Coulson Jr, and she was finding it hilarious. (Y/N) may have been adopted, but she definitely had the same expression Coulson did when he didn't like someone. A kind, tight smile and a glimmer of the eyes that said everything.
“Hi, (Y/N).” Helen smiled, and May could see a look of pity in the woman’s eyes she didn’t like.
“I think it’s about time for things to start, you might want to find your kid.” May said as politely as she could manage. Helen excused herself, and (Y/N) turned to look up at May.
“I don’t like her.”
May snorted, “Me either, kid.”
(Y/N) giggled, “Daddy doesn’t like her either. He says she’s a busybody and that her eyeshadow is ugly.”
May snickered, “Well, he's not wrong.”
“Thanks for coming today, Aunt Melinda.” (Y/N) beamed at her. May had never had a kid beam at her like that, and it made her chest a little tight.
“Thanks for asking me, kid.” May nodded, pressing a kiss to her niece's head.