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James Rogers is the new Captain America (avenging_son) wrote in wariscoming,

James heard the movement in the hall. The footsteps were too heavy to be his mother (she barely made a sound) and it didn't sound like Clint's gait either. While it could have possibly been Torunn the strides sounded too long. Which meant it could only logically be one person. His father. As Steve crossed the threshold into the room he looked over and gave him a shy smile. Swallowing his pudding he studied the taller man. Oh sure he had seen his father in the movies. He knew what he looked like, what he could do. But it didn't prepare you for seeing him in person.

"Hey," he said. He nodded a bit. "Yeah. Quick healer. Just not Wolverine quick." James watched as Steve sat down, glad he seemed a bit eager to get to know him. Or at least be close to him. Hearing the questions he gave a careful shrug. "I don't feel like I got thrown around by the Hulk anymore so there's that," he said, a faint smile on his face. "Still in a bit of pain though given the rib."

Hearing the question about help he glanced down at his pudding cup and shook his head. "Nah. It's pretty much gone anyways." He set it to the side next to the gauntlet and looked Steve over. Realizing what he was doing he flushed a little and looked down. "Sorry for staring..." he murmured.

He reached up with his good hand and brushed his hair from his face. "Just...when you, the you in my world, told Tony to get back to the mansion and get the kids to safety...we never got to get pictures or anything of you guys. And...I was like three so I couldn't remember you or Mom." He reached up and wiped at his eyes. "Sorry..."