You and Graves had been a couple for a while. No one besides his shadows knew, they were practically family. Aka it was like you were the mother of overgrown kids that were really grown military dudes twice your size, it was ridiculous but hilarious.

Graves kept his relationship with you a secret because he didn't want you to get targeted, he only trusted the shadows with the secret.

Right now you were having your few moments of domestic normalcy: you two were on the couch, watching a movie. You had your legs on his lap, he was squeezing your thighs absentmindedly, a habit he picked up since it seemed to keep him occupied.

"How'd you feel about inviting the team over for grilling in the backyard, sugar?" He asked, his accent as noticeable as ever. He had a shirt that said proudly made in the USA for crying out loud.