Who: James Rogers and Tony Stark (the second) What: James has made lunch Where: Their apartment When: Saturday Afternoon
James sighed as he set about the kitchen. He had been replaying the conversation that James had had with his father figure on Cher’s post. It had taken him some time to figure out exactly what it was that drew him to Cher but there was more than one thing. She was surprisingly intelligent, she was beautiful, and she was determined. He had to admit that seeing her with super strength was probably a little more attractive than it should have been.
But James had taken to isolating himself. Any time outside of the apartment would become overwhelming since he had been able to hear people from large distances. He would worry about how to ask Cher out later. Maybe.
James had set about making lunch for the two of them. That was the benefit of living through the apocalypse, James knew how to do more domestic things, like how to cook and handle himself in the kitchen. He had just finished frying up some burgers and french fries when his dad came into the room.
“Hey, how is your skin feeling?” He asked him, his eyebrows raised. “I made lunch.”