James Rogers (futurecaptain) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2021-12-25 15:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | clueless: cher horowitz, marvel animated: james rogers |
Who: Cher Horowitz and James Rogers
What: present exchange
Where: Cher's apartment
When: Christmas mid-morning
This Christmas was… weird for James. It was, arguably, his first real Christmas (that he could remember anyway). Tony had always did his best to make the holiday special, and made sure to give the kids gifts but… with their situation what it was, and Ultron just waiting to find them, it was more about the time spent together. Festive games that Tony could think up, presents that he tinkered together, meals cooked together. It was no different here, but with the addition of a little bit more… grandeur.
This was the first Christmas that James could buy Tony something that wasn’t a handmade drawing or a book of poorly planned promises to help out more around the compound. It wasn’t a whole lot, he still barely knew what to get the man, but it was special because he could go out and pick it up. It was a small set of mechanical screwdrivers of various sizes, and a small soldering kit because James knew that Tony didn’t have all of his tools, and he probably missed them. Unfortunately, James also didn’t really know what sort of tools his dad needed.
Tony wasn’t the only person on James’ Christmas list, however. There was the Starks, and Bruce Banner and his Parents— because even if they weren’t the right Steve and Natasha, he couldn’t help but give them something. There was Dee and Peter and Sam and Rose and Hope and Ned… all the teenagers that he’d gotten to know through school. James had never had to be good at gift giving, he’d never had to, but he’d always gone for practical gifts (#ApocolypseLife). He settled on getting them all something that they would probably use, and had, sometime after having breakfast with his father, settled on delivering all the presents to those people briefly.
Cher’s present… a colorful pocket knife and a pair of pink and black athletic shoes from walmart… was probably the best wrapping job he had done, which didn’t say a whole lot. The paper was wrinkled and the bow was already starting to come off of the package, but he had put some effort into it and that was the point right?
He grinned, and knocked on the door, she was the last package he’d had to deliver and somehow, the most nerve wracking.