InsaneJournal

Who: James Rogers and Tony Stark
What: James is blowing off some steam
Where: Eventually Tony’s farm.
When: Thursday afternoon.


It wasn’t Nate’s fault that James’ didn’t know things, it wasn’t anyone's fault really, but it just illuminated how little he knew about his mother's life in Goodlands. He knew that Steve and Natasha were not together, Steve had mentioned that pretty early on, but he didn’t mention how quiet she was, or how she was living with another family. It made sense that she wouldn’t want some kid from another galaxy messing around with the family that was from her own, the family that she already knew.

James was angry at himself for not knowing how to communicate with her, she’d only left one solitary comment after he’d reached out to her. He was hurt that she would rather spend time with kids that were not her own. But he felt guilty in doing so, at the end of the day, she wasn’t his mother. And he had been in and out so often, that what right did he have to make her go through all of this again. It left James feeling like a pinball, he was angry and energetic and he had nothing to pour any of that into.

He’d been running for… he didn’t really know how long. He’d taken turns to avoid overly busy roads, and had twisted him all around the still unfamiliar city. He would find his way back, he was confident about that, but at the moment he just needed to run. When he did finally slow down, his heart beating, he was walking along a fenced off property. He might not have paid it any attention if it weren’t for the Llama that was laying in the middle of the field, he smirked. Llamas weren’t typical farm animals.

James hoisted himself over the fence to join the fluffy animal in its den. It tilted his head at him, eyeing the new visitor warily, but paying him little mind elsewhere. Tentatively, he reached out a hand to touch the creature, scratchy and soft and comforting all at the same time. He didn’t even know when it was that he started crying there, with the soft animal companion. He sat next to the creature, who still hadn’t bothered to get up from it’s napping spot in the shade, and he didn’t know how long he’d sat there until the Llama started to get up and James spotted Tony bringing it out what seemed to be a bucket of food.

He didn’t know why he had just assumed Tony just paid someone else to look after his farm instead of doing it himself. But it amused him. He stood up as Tony came closer, brushing the dirt off his shorts. “You’re missing the straw hat.” He tried to tease, but it fell short of his eyes which were still red and agitated.