Chapter 32

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At Steve Rogers' house, it was night, very late at night. James was sleeping in the crib in his room and Steve was sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

Earlier in that same day, James was being really naughty, he was very active and he didn't leave Steve rest for a minute, so he had to dedicate himself to playing with him until James got tired and Steve realized that James seems way more resistant to sleep on last days.

Steve: James it's time for bed, I'm going to turn off the lights.

Steve warned and then turned off the lights, he also turned off the TV and it made James start to cry.

Steve: Son, you don't have to cry.

James: Daddy, I scare, daddy.

Steve: Scared? Of what?

James: Dark!

Steve: Daddy is here with you so nothing is gonna happen. Come here.

James sat, crying.

Steve: James??

James crawled over to his cabin and sat inside, crying and looking at Steve, who didn't care much because James does this every day to sleep.

Steve: Are you going to sleep there? OK.

Steve sat on the couch and crossed his arms, he leaned his head back on the couch and pretended to be asleep, which made James cry more and still Steve didn't give in.

James stopped crying loudly, he looked at Steve and got up, he went over to him and put his little hand on his father's knee to make him "wake up".

Steve opened one eye and looked at James, there were only tears on his face.

Steve: What, James?

James: Mommy.

James hit the wound. Steve already manages to ignore most of the tricks that James does, but when he talks about his mother, it hurts Steve and makes him think that he has to do everything he wants so James won't suffer for Natasha.

Steve pulled his head off the couch and looked at James.

Steve: Do you miss your mom?

James nodded.

Steve: She misses you too, son. Don't Cry, please...

James: Mommy.

Steve took James on his lap and laid him down, James was quiet and in a few minutes he closed his eyes and started to yawn.

James: Daddy??

Steve: Um?

James: Milk?

Steve: Do you want a bottle?

James: I want to.

Steve: Okay, Daddy will do it.

Steve left James on the couch and went to prepare a bottle of warm milk.

Steve came back and put James back on his lap, gave him the bottle and James almost slept on Steve's lap but he prefers to sleep in the cabin, which is where he feels safe, so James got off his father's lap, carrying the bottle, pulled a pillow and went into the cabin, lay down and slept alone.

Steve came back and put James back on his lap, gave him the bottle and James almost slept on Steve's lap but he prefers to sleep in the cabin, which is where he feels safe, so James got off his father's lap, carrying the bottle, pulled a pillow an...

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