James nodded some as Steve spoke of how his father died. Hearing that his grandfather had died before Steve had even known him though... His eyes grew empathetic. He had some vague memories of his parents. Which seemed to be more than what Steve had of his father. "It's not," he agreed softly to the story telling. "Tony would tell the four of us stories about the Avengers when we were growing up. The Soldier. The Spy. The Knight, the Archer, the God, the Giant, the King and his weather Goddess..." He shrugged and stared down. "Of the five of us kids, Hawkeye was the luckiest in some ways. He got to know his father before Ultron took him too. But...Torunn's probably the luckiest. Her parents are still alive, just on Asgard since Thor has to rule it."
Hearing that here was the best thing that ever happened, James looked up and smiled a bit. "Yeah. And, it's not like we lose time back home either. When we get sent back it's to the exact spot we were taken from. Least that's what Mom said happened."
He grinned a bit when his father took it and it turned on. "I can throw it but when it leaves the gauntlet's energy source it has a limited time it stays active. But it can grow too. It actually was broken when I came here but a few people who were here, your world's Tony among them, fixed it for me. And your shield too. I took it back from Ultron when we stopped him."