Here it is, Trip's back story. I'll dig into it a little more on an upcoming chapter, but this was what you need to know for now. And here is why the reason why only Trip knows about SHIELD and May and Coulson being Agents.

Six years earlier

May and Coulson were guided to Director Fury's office.

They heard him for a few minutes before May retorted, "With all due respect, sir, we are not a charity home. We can't keep adopting children that SHIELD sees potential in to become agents later on in their lives."

"I've only asked you this once, Agent May. And I'm sure Agent Coulson will convince you to keep this one," Fury said, looking at Coulson who frowned and then shrugged at his wife, quietly assuring her he didn't know what Fury was talking about. The Director picked up the phone handset and spoke, "Bring the boy into my office."

A tall boy entered, looking around. His brown eyes scanned the faces of the three people he encountered, and he looked back as the door was closed behind him. Slowly walking forward, he tightened his grasp around the straps of the backpack he carried on his back.

"Introduce yourself, kid," Fury ordered with a mild tone. "Name and age, please."

"Antoine Triplett, seven-years-old, sir."

"What do you know about this place?"

The boy looked around once again, "It's a room, sir. It belongs to SHIELD."

"Do you know why you are here?"

May and Coulson were still, eyes focused on the boy; he puffed his chest, trying to look confident, but his eyes let on that he was scared.

"My Nana just died, my Mom lives at a very bad place and wants me to have a better life, away from there. That's why I lived with my Nana, but now I don't have anywhere else to go. SHIELD will give me to a family to adopt me."

Fury pointed at May and Coulson, "Meet Agents Phil Coulson and Melinda May. They'll look after you from now on."

May looked back, her frown deepening; they hadn't agreed on anything yet.

Coulson looked at the Director as well, "How does he know about SHIELD?"

"Tell him about your grandfather, son." Fury asked the boy.

"Gabriel Jones, former Howling Commando. He used to tell me about SHIELD and how they'd help me when there'd be no one else to look after me."

Coulson sighed; that was a sad story and a poor scared little boy.

May grasped her husband's arm and looked at Fury, "Give us a second?" She pulled him out the door, "What's your thought on it? And don't use the fact that his grandfather was a Howling Commando as a convincing factor."

"He's scared, lost, all alone. He needs a family. He knows about SHIELD and that could be in our favor in a few years when Jemma's old enough to understand things. The boy could be a great help for us."

"Yes, I agree with all that. But he's seven and knowing we're SHIELD agents is a big secret. Don't you think he'll slip and spill the beans one day?

"Did you notice how disciplined and self-aware he is for a seven-year-old? He grew up among the secrecy and excitement of knowing big secrets. He won't slip; we've got nothing to worry about."

May had to admit Coulson might be right. But there was something else bothering her. Something far more concerning than their secret job.

"Do you think can we take another child into our home? You think he'll fit in?"

His smile grew and he pecked her lips, "He will. And we're capable of this. From this day on Antoine Triplett is a Coulson."

The two walked into Fury's office again. Coulson turned to the boy, "You have your things with you?"

"Yes, sir," Antoine replied. "Right here in my backpack."

"You'll be given the papers to sign in a few days." Fury announced. "I knew you'd accept him."

"Thank you Agent May and Agent Coulson," the boy voiced quietly, walking to the door.

Coulson placed his hand over his bony shoulder as the two walked side by side. "So, your name is Antoine. Do you have any nickname or does Antoine work fine for you?"

"Trip. I go by Trip, sir."

"Alright, Trip. You're going to love it at our house." Coulson continued, "You'll have a little sister. She's two years old and her name is Jemma."

"Jemma," Trip repeated, nodding his head as he repeated the name. "Got it. I have one question."

May looked at him, "Tell us."

"What do I call you two? I promise to call you Mom and Dad when we are out of the house, so that people don't suspect anything, but what do I call you when we are at home? Do you want me to call you Agents or Sir and Ma'am?"

"You call us whatever you feel like, alright?" Coulson told him.

"Alright."

Coulson and May exchanged a glance and then looked at Trip; they were hoping he'd fit in and grow used to the new family dynamics.

May walked inside with Trip while Coulson walked over to their neighbor Mimi to collect Jemma. The walk from Mimi's house to theirs wasn't long, but it was enough for Coulson to have a small talk with Jemma.

"When we get home, there's going to be there another boy. He is your big brother from now on and I want you to be good to him, alright, Jem?"

Jemma pulled her father's hand and asked, "What's his name?"

"Antoine Triplett, but he likes people to call him Trip."

"And he gonna play with me?"

"I'm sure he'll play with you, if you ask him nicely. Think you can do that?"

"Yes," she babbled and gave her father a toothy grin.

Of course she would be nice. Jemma was a little angel who befriended people immediately.

Coulson opened the door and let his daughter walk through the door first. Jemma took small steps as she walked into the living room and saw the boy, her big brother. Her grin grew as she walked to him.

"Hi," she waved her hand, "I'm Jemma."

Trip smiled back at her, "I'm Trip."

"I know," Jemma mumbled, looking down and awkwardly swaying her body, "Daddy told me."

"Have you shown Trip his bedroom?" Coulson asked his wife, unable to wipe the silly smile he had on his face as he looked at the two kids.

"No, not yet." She said, getting up. May beckoned the boy to follow her and he promptly tailed her. Coulson and Jemma walked upstairs as well.

"There's nothing in your room, Trip," Coulson told him, giving a light squeeze on his shoulders, "As you know we weren't really expecting you, but we'll buy everything during this week."

"I understand," Trip replied with a smile, assuring the couple everything was ok.

May opened the door of the spare bedroom and showed him that there was nothing there, but she let him walk in and get used to know that that would be his new bedroom. Jemma grabbed Trip's hand and pulled him to her bedroom. She pointed her crib.

"My crib is Trip's bed."

Trip snickered and stroked the top of her head, "I'm too big for your bed. And besides, it's your bed. I'll get mine soon."

"I think for once you might be right," May said, joining her husband in spying on their children, "Trip will fit in just right."

"I might be right just once?" Coulson feigned to be deeply wounded by her comment, "How about that time in Hawaii, when we -"

"You weren't right that time. It was a lucky guess."

Coulson and May continued to quietly bicker until they heard Jemma giggling and Trip looking at them with a smirk and frown.

Jemma turned to her brother and explained, "Mommy and Daddy bicker lots. It's 'kay. They don't be mad."

Leave me your reviews, tell me that Trip is just adorable and Jemma totally beats him by being even more adorable. I know they are cuties! ^_^

Next chapter: another prompt. I had so much fun writing, I can't wait for you guys to read it. It was suggested to me by memorysdaughter.