[He's not sure what the blushing is about. Maybe that word means something different in the future? Probably something perverse, considering basically everything he's said that Clint has managed to twist in the last few months.
He doesn't have the chance to explain when Eugene changes the topic, so he just shrugs and goes along with it. Not a problem.]
You weren't kidding about the journalist bit. But I suppose you did get me breakfast.
Not much to tell, though. My parents passed when I was a kid. Met Steve Rogers fighting some punks twice his size in some back alley in Brooklyn, and the two of us bein' orphans... We ended up each other's family. [He wraps his good hand around the mug again. A small, wry smile touches his lips.] He was gonna be an artist. Has a real talent for it. I was - well, probably making time with every pretty girl in the city.
The war seemed pretty far away, till the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. [He raises his gaze to Woods.] That still happen in your history?
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He doesn't have the chance to explain when Eugene changes the topic, so he just shrugs and goes along with it. Not a problem.]
You weren't kidding about the journalist bit. But I suppose you did get me breakfast.
Not much to tell, though. My parents passed when I was a kid. Met Steve Rogers fighting some punks twice his size in some back alley in Brooklyn, and the two of us bein' orphans... We ended up each other's family. [He wraps his good hand around the mug again. A small, wry smile touches his lips.] He was gonna be an artist. Has a real talent for it. I was - well, probably making time with every pretty girl in the city.
The war seemed pretty far away, till the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. [He raises his gaze to Woods.] That still happen in your history?