~3 years later~

Over the past three years I became close friends with Phoenixflash (surprisingly) and spent more time with Tony. He still hasn't gotten his own place, or started working. He can be so lazy sometimes. He does make some blueprints about things he wants to make sometime. He mostly goes to parties though. I am in Portland at the current moment. At a small SHIELD facility.

"Okay, I know I should call you Agent Rogers, but I noticed over the past three years that no one actually does," Clint tells me, barging into my office. I look up from my paperwork.

"Your point being...?" I urge him to go on.

"I can call you Wolfy right?"

"Yeah, of course you can. Do so if you want to, Barton. Oh yeah, you have a brother named Barney?"

"Yeah, haven't seen him for a long time." He sits down across from me and kicks his feet up on the desk.

"Weird. I see you as an only child. Maybe because we act similar...? I'm an only child. Well kinda. I have step-siblings and a brother that is part of my adopted family. Well, only child from my father's blood."

"And your father is..."

"Dead. Died in war. Never met him."

"You know what I mean. Who's your father?"

"I'm not telling you. I haven't even told Coulson yet!" Said man walks into the office. "Speak of the devil! Hi Phil."

"Hey, I just came to tell you to meet me in my office once you get off the clock. Not you Barton, just Ellis," Phil says. I nod.

"Is that all, because that's kind of disappointing. Really disappointing, Coulson. Do you have more paperwork for me, or are you going to brief or debrief me for a mission?" I wonder, going back to working on my paperwork. Most of it is code breaking.

"No," Phil states, "but I promise that later I will make up for it." I raise an eyebrow. "You'll come see me for sure, promise?"

"Of course I promise!"

~

After I get off the clock, I go to see Phil like I promised. He's still working on paperwork, but the pile isn't that tall.

"I came, just like you asked," I state, sitting across from him. "Why do you always have more paperwork than me?"

"I've been an agent longer than you have, and Director Fury trusts me more. Plus, I'm more dedicated to SHIELD than you are, Ellis."

"Yeah, you're right!" I laugh. "What did you want to talk about?" He looks up at me.

"I wanted to go to dinner with you," he mumbles. I smile. "Then perhaps go for a walk afterward."

"That sounds lovely. And romantic. Fondue?" Phil looks at me like what-the-hell then realizes I wasn't referring to fondue in that way, but the actual food way.

"You'll see."

~

The Richmond, is the restaurant we went to once Phil was finished. It looks really nice, the food is delicious. New favorite restaurant (except maybe that fondue place in Lucerne). We do go for a walk afterward. It was lovely. We ended up in a park and sitting on a bench, looking at the starry sky and sitting in comfortable silence.

"We've been together for three years," Phil says, suddenly breaking the silence. "And I was thinking, well I have been for a while." Damn, does Agent Phil Coulson sound nervous?

"What is it, Phil?" I inquire. He gets off the bench and kneels infront of me. I look at him, eyes going wide as he pulls out a velvet box. He opens it and inside is a sparkling diamond ring.

"I love you, will you marry me?"

"I...I...y-yes! Of course! Yes! Oh, I love you too!" I exclaim. He stands and slips the ring on my finger, then gently kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and he places his hands on my waist.

~

"Director Fury!" I shout, walking into his office, and in the process interrupt a conversation between Clint and the director.

"Anyway, as I was saying, the Black Widow is an asset. She will be more valuable if we recruit her," Clint says. He must've just come back from a mission.

"Alright, but if she won't join, then you will assassinate her," Fury replies, then turns to me. "What is it Rogers?"

"Can I have the week off? I need to prepare for a concert week and I'm pretty sure all the missions I have been getting this month are slowly making me suffer, but you probably don't care about that last part," I explain.

"Fine, but seven days. No more."

~6 months later~

The Black Widow was successfully recruited. Her actual name is Natasha Romanoff, but I honestly don't think that's her real name. She tells many lies, but most of the time no one realizes, not even me. Having been a Russian spy, that was pretty understandable. I don't trust her, but Clint seems to. I get why she's an asset though. Great fighter, great assassin.

"Ellis!" I hear Phil call. "I think you might want to see this." Our offices are pretty close by, so I go over and see what he's talking about. I read the heading of the newspaper he's holding and gasp.

Howard and Maria Stark Die In a Car Accident on Long Island.

I quickly read the article and notice that the funeral already happened. Motherfuckers, why didn't they inform me? I sure as hell would've gone. I continue reading it and stop once I see Tony Stark.

"I need to call Tony," I mutter. I whip my phone out and quickly call him. "Het Tony," I greet once he picks up.

"Oh, Wolfy. Hi," he responds.

"I heard about what happened. How sre you holding up?"

"Okay, but this would be so much easier if Jarvis didn't die too." Tears prick at my eyes.

"Jarvis...died...too?"

"Yeah. I guess because of that I sorta made an AI based off Jarvis, and I named it that too. Don't tell anyone, but I also made a robotic dog."

"That's sweet, Tony, really it is. Looks like you actually care about your father after all. Okay, so I don't know why I wasn't invited to the funeral. I'm part of your family too, aren't I?" I whisper, choking slightly on tears.

"Of course you are."