What a handsome lad, that's my boy...
WHO: hangtherisk and coinopratedhero
WHERE: Toro's hospital room
WHEN: The evening of Jim's arrival in the city.
WARNINGS: Derp and squish and sadtiems.
SUMMARY: Jim is visiting his boy in the hospital. =(
FORMAT: Para para para.
Jim's brow knit in tight as he peered through the grid-lined glass and the blinds at Toro, asleep in his hospital bed. He'd been expecting a wounded son waiting for him after the wild fight against Hitler's elite, but to be looking in now on his poor boy, battered, bruised, shot up and four years older than he remembered him was something else entirely.
Being told that he'd been displaced in time didn't measure up to what it was like to see the new layer of age on his protege's face, to taking in the more adult cut of his bandaged shoulders or his bruised and swollen jaw. Standing in the hospital hallway, holding a bag full of penny candy and an orange, Jim felt like he'd come ill prepared for the visit, trying to spoil an adult with the sort of treats you gave a child.
He could only hope that Toro wasn't in too sorry of spirits - he wanted to see him and prayed that the feeling was mutual - but judging from what Cap had told him about Bucky, about Toro's friend Rikki... well it was a thin hope at best.
Guilt that he had arrived too late to help his boy had been gnawing at Jim since he'd first been told where Toro was and it was only worse now that he was seeing him in person.
He knocked on the door just lightly before turning the handle, waiting for Toro to shift and show some awareness before he stepped fully inside. Startling a roughed up soldier was no good for anyone after all.
"Toro? You up for a visit?"
WHERE: Toro's hospital room
WHEN: The evening of Jim's arrival in the city.
WARNINGS: Derp and squish and sadtiems.
SUMMARY: Jim is visiting his boy in the hospital. =(
FORMAT: Para para para.
Jim's brow knit in tight as he peered through the grid-lined glass and the blinds at Toro, asleep in his hospital bed. He'd been expecting a wounded son waiting for him after the wild fight against Hitler's elite, but to be looking in now on his poor boy, battered, bruised, shot up and four years older than he remembered him was something else entirely.
Being told that he'd been displaced in time didn't measure up to what it was like to see the new layer of age on his protege's face, to taking in the more adult cut of his bandaged shoulders or his bruised and swollen jaw. Standing in the hospital hallway, holding a bag full of penny candy and an orange, Jim felt like he'd come ill prepared for the visit, trying to spoil an adult with the sort of treats you gave a child.
He could only hope that Toro wasn't in too sorry of spirits - he wanted to see him and prayed that the feeling was mutual - but judging from what Cap had told him about Bucky, about Toro's friend Rikki... well it was a thin hope at best.
Guilt that he had arrived too late to help his boy had been gnawing at Jim since he'd first been told where Toro was and it was only worse now that he was seeing him in person.
He knocked on the door just lightly before turning the handle, waiting for Toro to shift and show some awareness before he stepped fully inside. Startling a roughed up soldier was no good for anyone after all.
"Toro? You up for a visit?"