Against his mother's careful instruction, Jasper started to answer before Captain Rogers was finished his point, mouth open with a quick breath at his question with boyish enthusiasm that was rapidly drained out of him. There was a weight to Cap's reminder that assured Jasper he should have been thinking much harder about his responsibilities now, and less about himself. One of the responisbilities Cap was implying was definitely a foreign one.
"I already don't trust enough, Captain," he frowned, but found he couldn't look Cap in the eye and traced the edge of the bag he brought with careful, calculating fingers. It wasn't as though he could really argue with the guy; Jasper had already taken without asking, and Cap deserved to be more angry wtih him. "This is a gift you gave me," he agreed, glancing back up with a nod for Cap to trust him with it. "I won't do anything you wouldn't." Emptying the bag now, and setting the fastidiously packaged soups he had made at Cap's bedside, he reported, "Nobody knows yet what happened in Queens, or what happened to me, really, before that. It's magic, isn't it? And I think, I mean I'm not sure, but I think I met the guy that caused all of that trouble, and who knows how what he was doing to normal people would effect...not normal people?"