Steve watched the president dote on her son, a faint smile touching her lips. She might be one of the most powerful women in the Free World, but she clearly cared about her family. She reminded him a little of his own mother; he remembered plenty of times - more often than not, really - when she'd tended to him while he was sick or hurt or weakened by a bad asthma attack. To see the president doing the same for her son made him feel even more protective of them both. That kid had been through a hell of a lot, and none of it should have happened. Eight months was long enough to break a hardened soldier, let alone an eighteen year-old boy who probably, he suspected, just wanted to be a boy.
That boy opened his eyes a moment later, but he was focused on his mother, and not Steve standing off to the side of her. That was just as well. He looked like a scared animal, one that was used to beatings, and by the look of it… that was exactly what he was. That wasn't right.
"I understand," he said, eyes flicking between the president and the boy in the bed. "And I won't let it happen again. I'll request what intel we have, maybe I can help find the rest of them." He'd need that information, either way, and if he couldn't get it from the White House, he could get it from Fury. "But your son is my first priority, and he'll stay that way. They won't get through me, I promise you that."
Maybe it wasn't a promise he should make, but how could he not, looking at them like this? "I'm yours starting this second, if you want."
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Date: 2014-06-04 04:30 pm (UTC)That boy opened his eyes a moment later, but he was focused on his mother, and not Steve standing off to the side of her. That was just as well. He looked like a scared animal, one that was used to beatings, and by the look of it… that was exactly what he was. That wasn't right.
"I understand," he said, eyes flicking between the president and the boy in the bed. "And I won't let it happen again. I'll request what intel we have, maybe I can help find the rest of them." He'd need that information, either way, and if he couldn't get it from the White House, he could get it from Fury. "But your son is my first priority, and he'll stay that way. They won't get through me, I promise you that."
Maybe it wasn't a promise he should make, but how could he not, looking at them like this? "I'm yours starting this second, if you want."