Who: The Rogers boys What: Eating burgers and talking. About stuff. When: Lunch time Where: Taste of Heaven Warnings: Stoic Rogers' men being stubborn and not using their words, probably
Since he'd dragged himself from bed that morning (if it was before noon it counted, despite what Torunn said), James had been telling himself on a nearly constant loop not to make a big deal out of this. It was fine. It was cool. Just burgers with the soldier. Steve Rogers. Captain Rogers? Whatever. He wasn't his dad, and it wasn't fair on the guy to keep thinking of him that way when he didn't even know James. He probably never even wanted to get lumped with a kid.
When he got to the diner, which had become his favourite place to try new foods, he was a bit disheartened to see he was the first one there. That meant picking the table they'd be sitting at. It felt like the perfect way to start doing things wrong. Surely Steve would be particular about that sort of thing. Maybe he was a window type of guy?
James hesitated at the door a little longer before starting to feel like everyone was probably staring, and went for a booth by the window a little ways back from the door.
His foot tapped a restless beat on the linoleum as he waited for Steve to get there. He didn't know why he felt so nervous. They'd already spoken, this wasn't a big deal. And getting here early had just been stupid. Of course a soldier was going to be right on time.