"So, now what?" I asked Steve as we searched for my aunt among the crowd surrounding us.

"Does your aunt have a cell phone we could call?" he asked, letting his eyes scan the throng.

I shook my head. "She says they give her headaches."

Steve nodded, still looking for Aunt Eliza. "She should be heading for the city hall, so if we head there, we should either meet her there or on the way."

"Alright, let's go!" I started walking toward the city hall. After I was a few feet away, I realized he was still standing where I had left him. "You coming?"

He walked over to me. "I think we should go an alternate route. Just to make sure no one's following us."

"Okay," I said, looking around for anyone that looked suspicious. There was that guy that had the overly large moustache….or that lady that hadn't turned the page in her book for over two minutes. That was suspicious. "Yeah. I think I have a roundabout way of getting where we need to go. Come on."

This time Steve followed me. I led him through some back roads to the forest. Then we wove through the trees, sometimes following the path, sometimes crossing it. Steve was able to keep up with me, until we finally got to the bottom of the hill that led to City Hall.

"City Hall is at the top of the hill," I pointed in the direction we needed to go. "Do you think we'll be okay to just walk up there, or should we take a longer route?"

Steve shrugged. "After all those switchbacks and turns you took us through, I'd be surprised if anyone did follow us."

I nodded, but a little voice in the back of my head whispered that someone always beat an expectation. Always.

But, instead of listening to what I wrote off as doubts, I led the way up the hill to the Neoclassic building at the top.

There we saw my aunt, sitting on a red and white checked blanket and laughing with two strangers. One of them pointed to us and my aunt turned to look. She nodded to something they said and motioned us toward them.

"Molly! This is Mr. Barton and Ms. Romanoff. Clint, Natasha, this is my niece, Grace. Of course, you already know Steve." The two nodded and smiled.

"We brought food!" I said, holding up the bag of sandwiches. "Oh, and Melissa says to tell you hi, Aunt Liza."

As she nodded, Steve and I sat down.

"Mmm! I'm starving!" Mr. Barton exclaimed. "What'd you bring?"

Instead of just telling him, Steve grabbed the sack and threw it to him. "Pick one."

The lady – Ms. Romanoff – stole the sack and rustled through it. "What's this?" she asked, holding up a sandwich.

"That's a Thanksgiving Leftovers Sandwich." Aunt Eliza supplied. "It's got turkey, cranberry sauce, and stuffing on it. Molly convinced my friend, Melissa to start selling them a few years ago. They're really popular around Thanksgiving and Christmas."

Ms. Romanoff nodded and placed it aside. Then she gave the bag back to Mr. Barton. "Alright, Clint. You can pick now."

He rolled his eyes. "Thank you so much." Then he grabbed a sandwich and tossed the bag to my aunt. She snatched her favorite – the egg salad – and tossed the bag back to me. I took out the last Thanksgiving Leftovers and passed the remaining sandwiches to Steve. He grabbed the tuna sandwich and took a bite.

"So, now what?" I asked.

"Now, we eat," Mr. Barton said through a mouthful of sandwich. "Then we can get to talking about what's next."

Ms. Romanoff nodded. "Yeah. Then we can go back to Lizzie's bookshop and talk."

"Lizzie?" I turned to my aunt. "I thought you only let –"

My aunt cut me off quickly. "I'm not sure the bookshop is the best place to talk about this. We may need to go to the house to discuss this."

Steve grabbed the last sandwich. "The house? Don't you live in an apartment above the shop?"

I sighed. "We do, but the house is mine. The one I grew up in before I went to live with Aunt Liza. Remember the house I showed you earlier? That's the one."

Steve nodded and they all chewed in silence for a few minutes. There was really nothing we could

say. I couldn't ask how my aunt knew them, because that would be classified. I couldn't ask where they were from for the same reason. Then I thought of a golden question.

"So, what do you guys do for a living?"

The two SHIELD agents looked at each other.

"Well, right now we're between jobs…" Mr. Barton started.

"But I was a secretary for a little while," Ms. Romanoff offered.

"And I sometimes substitute as a PE teacher," Mr. Barton supplied.

I nodded, taking it in. "Alright. Well, I'm full…so I'm going to go home now." I hugged Aunt Eliza. "I'll see you when you get home."

Steve stood up. "I'll come with you."

"Actually, we'd better come too." Aunt Liza hopped up, grabbing the empty sandwich bag. "Natasha and Clint will be staying with us and I don't want them to get lost on their way."

The two spies nodded and stood as well. Then they each grabbed a side of the blanket and worked together to fold it. Once they were done, they tossed it to Steve, who caught it and tucked it under his arm.

"Let's go," he said, stealing the sack from my aunt and walking away.

"Hey, Steve!" I called, trying hard not to laugh. When he looked back, I pointed behind me. "The house is that way!" His mouth quirked up into an embarrassed smile as he turned and started walking the way I was pointing.

And that's it for now...I realized that the chapters for this story are really short compared to my other fanfic...um...um...well, that's about it! thanks for reading this!