“Why are we doing this again?” Darcy asked her mother.
Ivy Lewis had the sort of elegance that came with being thirty-odd since Julius Ceasar was a twinkle in his mother’s eye, which should have paired oddly with the faded Black Sabbath t-shirt and dye on her fingers. She merely smiled and went back to her attempts to work the wire dipper.
“June asked us to help make them for her granddaughter’s party,” Neal explained. Sadly, in Darcy’s opinion, Neal wasn’t in his usual art clothes. (Which usually meant shirtless. Vintage clothing could be a pain to replace.) The former bootlegger was showing off, delicately hollowing out eggs and carving the shell. Aunt Lucy was painting them, bright blues and dusty roses.
“I don’t think those will be useful for an Easter Egg hunt,” Peter the FBI agent muttered. He’d accepted Neal’s explanation of Mom, Myrnin, and Darcy as siblings, thank god, and Lucy as Mom’s girlfriend. Sadly, Cap hadn’t been able to make it. (And how Aunt Lucy knew Cap would be a very interesting story, Darcy knew. Myrnin would make sense, because Myrnin and Mad Science were an OTP. Bright, bouncy Aunt Lucy who pretended to be a lot sillier than she was?)
“They are for the educational exhibit,” Aunt Lucy said gently, her smile hiding her fangs. “They are hoping to raise money for the houses that shelter the families of the patients. They have a gallery of spring celebrations, and we volunteered to make them.” Aunt Lucy was best known as a session pianist, but she had a love of art. Supposedly she’d learned the trick in the Russian Imperial Court, which… well. Aunt Lucy was a shit liar.
“Any treasures there?” Agent Burke asked. She might have used Mozzie’s “Suit” nickname, but, really, Coulson deserved it more. “Grumpy Suit”, maybe?
Mom tilted her head. “Mostly folk art. Sadly, the attempts at getting a Fabrege Egg failed.” Mom had one of the missing ones- she’d made an effort to rescue lost works during WWII. (The Amber Room, when Neal finally asked Mom, was something that made her frown and mutter dark, dark things. Usually that meant That Asshole Dracula was involved.)
Grumpy Suit looked relieved, and Neal grinned.
Darcy decided to see what they would say if she made a vampire smiley face on her egg.