There was something sort of comforting about Steve looking like maybe he couldn't quite sit still. Tony had told him more than once that he was like his dad, and James had never been any good at it. Maybe this was just another way they were alike.
"I haven't done all what you've done, though. Not even close. We just had training and chores and stuff. Sounds dumb complaining about that when you had to fight in a war." It was just hard, sometimes. Feeling like there was any point to it. Every day had been the same as the last, so what was the point of getting out of bed and doing it all over again? All he'd ever wanted was to live up to his fathers legacy. And then when the time came, he'd gone and screwed it up.
He perked up a bit at Steve's question, smiling a bit at his reaction. Maybe it was because Natasha was with someone else here. Or because Steve was with someone too. He wasn't sure. "Yeah. I mean I only know from the stories Tony told us. You were both - well you both died when I was too little to know you. Is it weird cause you're just friends?" He didn't really know what that was like. He just had Torunn and his brothers. That was different to friends, or anything else.