Streets of Philadelphia (RP for tommyisabrat)

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Steve stepped down Market Street toward the Liberty Bell, feeling a little uneasy. The last time he’d been in Philadelphia, he was helping the survivors of a bombing that Bucky had been responsible for. It wasn’t the most pleasant memory to associate with the place, no matter how well the city seemed to have recovered from it

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[tommyisabrat]

Tommy was confused.

He had a lot going for him. Cool place to stay (even if he did feel out of place). Cool new friend (even if he was too scared to admit he was excited to have a friend). He had powers (he didn't really know how to use), he was brilliant in school (what? he was!). He had Tony (sorta) (sometimes) (when Tony remembered). And now he had an awesome new side project all Cerenoing for his friend pretending to be Bats (which, awesome side project to the awesome side project, he was totally going to roll into meeting Supergirl).

But.

He also had Jean, his should-be-mom, talking dirty with Bats about Wolvie which was just freaky weird no matter how you slice it. And Wanda, his actually-is-mom, flinging herself at Bats one minute and starting rumbles over Bat Signals versus America Signals the next. Which is seriously? Just Fucked Up.

So, he was looking forward to seeing who he considered his only sane should-be-parent (even if he was supposed to be dead).

He appeared beside Steve with a rush of air. "Boo!"

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Steve wasn't startled. He'd worked with Pietro Maximoff for years; he knew how to anticipate speedsters. And even if he hadn't been expecting him, he still would have recognized Tommy's voice immediately.

So he turned around, almost leisurely, and flashed Tommy a wide smile. "Tommy. It's so good to see you." His instinct was to pull him into a hug, but he thought the boy might feel too old for that, so he stuck out his hand instead.

[tommyisabrat]

Tommy peered at the outstretched hand. He would prefer a hug, but he'd never admit it. He half-shook, half-slapped Steve's hand.

"You, too, Old Man."

He rocked back and forth, nervously.

"Uh. Whatcha wanna do?"

He said the words so quickly they blended together.

"Uhwhatchawannado?"

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Tommy was nearly vibrating in his nervousness, and Steve put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. "We could spend some time here," he said, waving his other hand in the direction of the Liberty Bell, "but I don't know how interested you are in history. We could just get lunch for now, if you're hungry. Or we could go somewhere else in the city. I've heard the zoo is very nice."

It occurred to him, belatedly, that the idea of a zoo might not be as exciting to a 16-year-old Tommy as it would have been to a 12-year-old Tommy, but he hoped the boy wouldn't be offended by the suggestion.