|James Rogers (littlestcap) wrote in welcomethreads,|
@ 2015-06-27 02:02:00
|Entry tags:||james rogers, natasha romanova / black widow (616), steve rogers / captain america (616)|
Who: James Rogers, Steve Rogers (616), Natasha Romanova (616)
What: Family meeting. Sort of.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Ratings/Warnings: TBD, but probably low unless extreme heart eyes rates a warning.
Status: In Progress.
James didn't really have any stuff. He had the phone they'd given him, the clothes he was wearing, and his shield and generator. That was about it.
He'd just planned to sort of try to wash his stuff in the sink in the bathroom and then wear the same thing to go meet the Black Widow, but then Barton - Francis - had let him borrow clothes.
They were maybe slightly too long and James possibly resented that slightly, but he didn't actually have the energy to focus on that because he was meeting his mom. Sort of. Or ... who his mom would have been? If she survived?
He really didn't understand this place or how it worked. But she and the Captain America he'd talked to about the shield were the closest to the same as the ones he'd heard about, James thought. There were the other versions too, and he wanted to meet them, but they looked younger, maybe? Francis had explained, but he'd done it quickly and James had met about a thousand people at that point it felt like, and been overwhelmed and had talked to Hawkeye - the real adult one - in person and met his almost-wife and he hadn't quite taken it all in. How the different worlds worked. Who was from each. What it meant.
Mostly what he took away was that Francis still knew more than him about the world, which was a little annoying, and that this Black Widow was from the same world as the Clint he'd met. It was close enough that he was nervous.
James kind of wished he hadn't said anything about food when he'd asked to meet her, because he felt a little like he might throw up. There was a lot of food around the apartment but he'd been too nervous to actually want all of it all morning. So now he was starving but kind of sick feeling at the same time. (And had been trying not to show either of those thing. Or be ... loud at all. He didn't want to bother Jess, who was very pretty and they said she was pregnant and he'd never really met a woman who wasn't older before, and definitely not one who was going to have a baby, so he didn't want to do anything to get in her way. She and Clint were being really nice and seemed not that bothered by having him around, but James just wasn't used to any of it.)
He left early, even though he knew where the diner was, just in case. James had sort of debated bringing the shield, because he'd eyes enough to notice that most people weren't walking around with weapons or anything ... but he hadn't had it that long and what if someone tried to take it if he just left it there? Not that Francis or Clint or Jess would. But just. Someone.
So he took it, even if it felt really conspicuous now that he knew there were two real Captain America's walking around with them. He ducked into the diner almost a half hour early, fidgeting while he waited awkwardly to be told where to go. (He'd never actually been IN a restaurant before.) An older woman finally noticed him standing and waved him toward one of the booths and he sank into it, tucking into the corner so he could turn enough to see the door and windows and not be caught by surprise when she got there. (Or on the off chance any angry robots DID somehow show up to try to kill him.)
He wasn't really prepared to see the bright red head with a tall blond one beside it when his mom - the Black Widow - got there. Oh. She had Captain America with her, too. James sat up straighter as soon as he saw them, trying not to look like he'd been A. watching intently or B. was nervous, and probably failing at both. She was so pretty in person, more than people in movies he'd watched, even. And they weren't as young as the others ones, maybe - but they still seemed ... just younger than he expected. Maybe it was just because he was used to Tony, with his white hair.
It belatedly occurred to James maybe it was more polite to get up and he slid out of the booth to stand. "Hi?" he offered when they came over, looking between them. "Uh, they said to sit here, but if you wanted somewhere bigger ... I didn't know it was both of you so I just told her two people. Sorry."