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Thomas, he's the cheeky one.
Who: Bb!James and You
Where: Everywhere
When: 14th-16th
Rating: PG
Summary: James ate the cookies. He's now really a bb!Cap.
The Story:
14th: James is dragging around the shield and looking for certain people: Natasha (Mommy), Steve (Daddy) or one of his uncles. The shield is actually really heavy for a three year old, so sometimes, he drops it some place to go explore about something, but he always goes back to it. He does end up using it as a sled down the stairs.
15th: James has slipped his minders! And he's all over the place. The kid's a monkey. He's climbing the shelves in the library, dragging a chair to climb on so he can get at the Christmas decorations. He especially loves the brightly colored ball decorations hanging from the greenery.
16th: SNOW! HE LOVES SNOW! Let's go play in the snow.
Where: Everywhere
When: 14th-16th
Rating: PG
Summary: James ate the cookies. He's now really a bb!Cap.
The Story:
14th: James is dragging around the shield and looking for certain people: Natasha (Mommy), Steve (Daddy) or one of his uncles. The shield is actually really heavy for a three year old, so sometimes, he drops it some place to go explore about something, but he always goes back to it. He does end up using it as a sled down the stairs.
15th: James has slipped his minders! And he's all over the place. The kid's a monkey. He's climbing the shelves in the library, dragging a chair to climb on so he can get at the Christmas decorations. He especially loves the brightly colored ball decorations hanging from the greenery.
16th: SNOW! HE LOVES SNOW! Let's go play in the snow.
Later on the 14th
It wasn't that having a child around the hallways right now was strange - in fact, there seemed to be plenty but that shield was hard to miss, as was the telling shock of red hair instead of blond atop the child's head.
"James?" she hedges uncertainly as she alters her path to start towards the little boy instead.
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The thingy scrapes along the floor until he hears his name. Then, he turns to look. With a crash, he drops the thingy and runs at the redheaded woman who called him.
"MOMMY!" He wraps his arms around her knees, cuddling her tightly. "Mommy, Daddy left his thingy in my room." He points at the shield. Daddy's not supposed to do that.
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For a moment, she just blinks down at the toddler wrapped around her leg before reaching down and scooping him up, settling him easily on one hip and trying to ignore the strangely surreal feeling of wondering how did this happen??
"Did he now?" she asks, shaking her head in mock dismay at the boy's daddy. "Maybe he wanted you to keep it safe for him?"
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Except maybe Daddy's lap, but that's a secret.
"But Daddy's a hero." James points out seriously. "He keeps us safe." Not the other way around, silly Mommy.
He wraps his arms around her neck and is quite comfortable where he is.
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She has no idea what she's doing right now, but he seems to be taking it alright, especially when he curls closer and wraps his arms around her neck. Her other hand comes to rub lightly against his back as she turns and bends to pick up the shield he'd dropped.
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"Where's Daddy?" Because he hasn't seen his Daddy in a while. "Can we go see him?" Because he wants to see his Daddy and wants to go play. "Can we go play in the snow?" Because the snow is pretty, and he wants to go play in it.
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Still, she smiles down, mostly unbothered by it. "Why don't we go play in the snow in the meantime and then we'll see if he can come join us when he's done?"
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"Yay!" He kisses her cheek, sloppily in the way only a toddler can. "Is my uncles gonna come?" Clint, T'Challah, and Tony of course.
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"No ball cap. S'not for snowmen." He has serious thoughts about this.
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