James smiled a bit, brushing some hair from his face. "I know you aren't the Steve Rogers of the world I came from...but at the same time you are. You're everything he stood for, what I want to stand for. And I am sorry I've...forced myself onto you and Mo...Natasha."
He leaned back. "It'll keep Tristan safe too," he mused. "Okay so...I tell Tristan you took me in...maybe you had met me as a foster kid?" He just hoped that they wouldn't need records. James had no idea how to forge anything and he was fairly certain Steve didn't either.