It’s hard to concentrate on some of it, so many things. Some of it conflicting with its things he found himself. He knew that he had been brought in himself to help train those girls.
“They took me in there to train you, all of you, I read that much even if it’s not clearly in my head. Sparring a bit, maybe,” he clarifies with a shrug. He remembers missions with Natasha more then anything else, not so much of the day to day life, it must not have made as much of an impression.
Even if his brain wasn’t used to reading Natasha’s face, it’s easy to see the sadness. “I’m glad you had a name to call me, weird that I came up with James though, no one called me that much but my dad,” he gives her a half smile.
“I’ve been reading the history books on my previous life as Captain America’s best friends, piecing that bit together…” he explains.
He presses his hands to his face again, rubbing at his head, the memory work can be rough sometimes, but it was more then just that this time. “Tell me a story of something we did, it can be anything, doesn’t have to big bit or important…”
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“They took me in there to train you, all of you, I read that much even if it’s not clearly in my head. Sparring a bit, maybe,” he clarifies with a shrug. He remembers missions with Natasha more then anything else, not so much of the day to day life, it must not have made as much of an impression.
Even if his brain wasn’t used to reading Natasha’s face, it’s easy to see the sadness. “I’m glad you had a name to call me, weird that I came up with James though, no one called me that much but my dad,” he gives her a half smile.
“I’ve been reading the history books on my previous life as Captain America’s best friends, piecing that bit together…” he explains.
He presses his hands to his face again, rubbing at his head, the memory work can be rough sometimes, but it was more then just that this time. “Tell me a story of something we did, it can be anything, doesn’t have to big bit or important…”