"I just don't want you two to be so caught up in the glitz and glam of your new lives that you end up making the mistakes I did. I dated people I shouldn't have when I became famous, [Y/N]. I don't want that for my daughter."

You cross your arms and look at your parent, Chris Evans, with stubbornness. "I'm an Evans, Dad, and I love him. We're not caught up in the red carpets and interviews and the glittery new life that Homecoming has given us. I love Tom. That won't change." You turn your head away, whispering before you step out of the car and into the flashes of the reporters, "I wish you'd understand that."

You smile at the photographers and answer questions about the movie while finding Tom. You link your arms. He gives you a chaste kiss. "You look astonishing," he grins. When he sees your smile not reach your eyes, he asks, "What's wrong, love?"

You shake your head, wrapping you arm around his waist and pulling him close. "Nothing. We can talk later."

"Chris?" You nod. Tom sighs. "He'll come around."

"He likes you. He's..."

"He wants the best for his daughter. I understand."

The night goes on, and pretty soon you're at the end of the carpet. Before you enter the building for the premier of the film, you spot your dad hurrying over to you and Tom. He smiles softly and apologetically to you both. "Tom, [Y/N]...I need to apololgize for my behavior lately. I should have faith in you both. I just want you to be happy."

You grin and wrap your dad in a tight hug. "I know, Dad. I love you."

"I love you, too, angel. Now, let's go see your movie, shall we?"