*So I'm aware the title's not all that great but it is subject to change.

Chapter One

Carly rolled her eyes at the people on the couch and floor beside her, trying to think of a way to keep the attention off of her.

"So, Carly," Michael began taking his eyes off of the TV, brown eyes meeting green. She bit her lip in anticipation, it's not that she didn't want to talk to him, these people were family. But she also knew that Michael would ask about her newest boyfriend and she didn't really want to explain her latest failed relationship.

The chime of the doorbell alerted them to the arrival of more guests.

"I'll get it," Carly said jumping up and smoothing the skirt of her red dress.

While the doorbell did act as a distraction, it wouldn't last.

"You're late," she greeted the newcomer.

"Dinner starts at 7 we have three minutes." He said brushing the invisible dirt off of his jacket. "Besides I brought a guest." Carly looked over his shoulder at the guest and snorted.

"Only you would bring Captain America to dinner, Phil," Carly laughed shaking her head.

"Are you going to let us in?" Phil asked.

"Yeah sure," Carly said moving aside to let them pass.

"Carly Barton," she introduced herself extending her hand.

"Steve Rogers," he said taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you Carly."

"Yeah wait until you spend more than five minutes with her before you pass that judgment," Phil muttered passing the two and stepping into the hallway.

"Gee, Steve I hope Phil hasn't been harassing you with his vintage Captain America trading cards."

"Not too much."

"Did you know he's the president of your fan club?"

The entire party sat gathered around the table, Captain America looked around confused taking his place on Carly's left.

"Just out of curiosity Captain," Carly started.

"Please call me Steve," he interrupted passing her the bowl of spaghetti noodles.

"Alright Steve, out of curiosity did Phil happen to mention to you that he was taking bringing you to our weekly Sunday dinner, which consists of his sister, her husband, and their two kids?" She asked placing the noodles on her plate and then passing it on.

"No," he answered. "All he said was 'I need to talk to my friend Carly about something important' and then he asked if I was up for a home cooked meal."

"Ah," Carly nodded understanding what had taken place. "That explains your look of confusion earlier."

"Psst. Aunt Carly," the eight year old beside her whispered.

"Yes Connor," Carly whispered back leaning down so she could hear him better.

"You realize Uncle Phil took your place as the cooler role model, right?" The little boy asked cheekily.

"And why is that?" Carly questioned arching her eyebrows.

"He brought Captain America to dinner all you brought me was a lousy t-shirt."

"Well Connor I could always take your lousy t-shirt back," she responded.

"No," Connor said looking down at his plate. "I love it."

"Thought so," Carly smiled picking up her fork and twirling it in her pasta. "It must be a genetic thing."

"What?" Michael's wife Alice asked.

"The love of Captain America must be a genetic thing among the males in this family."

Alice chuckled smiling. "I know right, Dad, Phil, and now even Connor, the trading cards."

"The t-shirts," Carly smiled fondly.

"Backpacks," Alice's thirteen year old daughter Rebecca added.

"I remember how Caleb use to explain to me why Captain America was, is the best superhero."

Alice's smile faltered. Steve tugged at his collar uncomfortable, Carly sent him a smile.

"Are you done yet?" Phil asked.

"Yeah we're done," Carly sighed.

"So, Carly," Michael began swallowing his food. "How's college?"

"Good, just like high school, except you know harder."

"And graduation?"

"The 19th,"

Agent Coulson looked up at this information. "The 19th, this upcoming 19th?"

"Yes, Phil,"

"How was I not aware of this?" The agent muttered to himself. "Alice were you aware of this," he addressed his sister.

Alice rolled her eyes and looked at her husband before answering her brother. "Yes Phil I was aware that Carly graduates the 19th of this month."

"Wow, this will take some adjusting,"

"Well you would have had plenty of time to adjust had you paid attention to Carly when she told you," Alice retorted. "Why would you need to adjust to this information?"

"Because for as long as I can remember Carly's been going to some sort of school elementary, middle, high school, college! And now in three weeks she'll be done!"

Carly decided to ignore the bickering siblings and focus her attention on the man setting to her left.

"I'm taking it when you agreed to come here tonight this isn't what you signed up for."

"I find that a lot of things aren't what I signed up for." He answered wearily.

Agent Coulson glanced over to see his favorite superhero and longtime friend talking, Carly had taken Steve's phone and was programming her number in it, while normally he would be ecstatic of the thought of his idol and the woman he thought of as sister flirting and maybe even dating. Right now though he needed Carly's attention and needed her to listen to what he had to say.

"Carly can I speak with you?" He asked interrupting his sister mid rant.

"Umm. Sure," she blinked.

"In private," he gestured to the door.

"Sure," she said handing Steve his phone back. Rebecca started humming 'Call Me Maybe'; Carly rolled her eyes and followed Phil out the door.

"You wanted to talk?" Carly asked rubbing her arms to keep warm. While it was May the nighttime was still slightly chilly.

"The 19th," Phil stated.

"Yes the 19th we already established that's when I graduate," she said slightly irritated.

"It's also the day your probation period ends," he informed her.

"What?"

"You can come back to S.H.I.E.L.D." He told the flabbergasted Carly.