curiosity about the hulk was a given, but heโd always refrained from asking too many questions about that whole situation after several conversations from his parents, because he certainly wouldnโt want to come across as rude or insensitive to ask.
so instead he chose to focusโ
lips simply formed into a fond smile, always charmed by the boy she adored, wishing he wouldn't grow up so fast.
"you're right, he is super strong." glancing back out toward the hallway where the faint clanking of tools has paused. she had just been reminded that the boy is +
โ soon, pleaseee.โ
last word dragged out a little, because after all the maturity over the guns, he was still just a kid who missed her when she wasnโt around.
โi know all the rules, donโt worry.โ
that much he was confident of. after all, all three children had practically been shooting from the moment they could walk.
โheโs super strong though, so iโm sure itโs not too heavy for him. miss you auntie nat, make sure you visit us โ
"that's right. so you listen to him. every single safety rule, okay?"
a mini-clint. the youngest inherits the barton streak for chaos, but has discipline when it counts. the secret to why he learns so fast.
towel drops to the counter. dry hands. she transfers the phone to her +
@donotastray โ any kind of gun training he was practically a different child.
heading back over to where his mother stood, he waited patiently with a small nod.
โiโm ready.โ
@donotastray the boy so usually full of childish energy approached carefully when his dad arrived, reaching out to take hold of the rifle in just the way heโd been shown many times before.
there were a lot of things heโd joke about, a lot of times he would play or mess around, but during โ
โ come and help. sometimes i help dad fix the truck.โ
realistically, what could an eight year old offer to the project? but heโd be happy to try.
โdad says iโm really good, but guns are dangerous so iโve got to be really careful. can we go shooting next time youโre here?โ
nothing he would love more than spending time with his aunt doing one of his favourite activities.
โwhat project is he working on? maybe i could โ
a quiet chuckle slips out. listening to the boy's breathless rush of words. she steps back from the basin, just enough to peek through the doorway at the man still assembling the heavy bag rack.
"yes, i did. and he's doing good. just working on a little project for me." leans +
@donotastray โokay dad.โ
leaving the hallway in search of his mom, and once finding her, the pair heading outside and towards the area of the farm reserved for shooting practice in order to set up the targets ready.
@donotastray โokay, iโll get everything ready and meet you outside!โ
for once there was a calmness, because even at his age he knew full well that guns were no joke and nothing to play around with.
โiโm good, iโm going shooting with dad later so iโm excited. did you get home safe? howโs uncle bruce?โ
of course, heโs starting with the immediate barrage of questions that usually accompanied every call.
@nomadlibertas A nod of his head to show he was listening, genuinely interested to hear more.
โDad always drives sensibly if Iโm on the back.. but only when momโs watching. Sometimes he goes really fast when sheโs not hereโฆโ
A pause, quickly glancing back over his shoulder at Steve, eyes โ
@nomadlibertas Thereโs an immediate laugh from the boy, clearly comfortable in the presence of the man. Unsurprising really, considering who his father was.
โDeal! First question, did you ever ride a bike?โ
Without even waiting for a response, he kicked the stand into place on the bike โ