Oh Marvel Comics

“They can’t stop what they can’t catch.” -Unknown

someone should draw this with steve as the barista and bucky as the “russian spy”

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/24Am2Ys

by Misszara0130

Bucky has been trying to change his life ever since leaving his first boyfriend. His best friend Natasha finally convinces him to take a night out at the new bar Midnight. He’s given a proposal he just cannot refuse

Words: 2373, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanova, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Darcy Lewis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson/Scott Lang, Riley & Sam Wilson, James “Bucky” Barnes/Brock Rumlow

Additional Tags: Angst, Slice of Life, domestic AU, Modern AU, Alternative Univers, No one has powers, Everyone is either gay or bi, Slight mentions of rape and drug abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Bartender Steve, post-serum Steve, original child character - Freeform, Happy Ending, lots of smut, Pilot Bucky

@aprofoundbondwithdean and I are watching Thor 

http://lets.rabb.it/886j/ua63k52X2t

(Special thanks to @sanddollarsandstars for putting up with me as well as beta reading for me.)  :) Part 4

Steve sat in the waiting room, leaning forward in the chair. He stared down at the floor rubbing his eyes occasionally.  Tony stood at the window looking outside, his expression heartbroken.  Neither man spoke or looked up.

T’challa walked up the hallway toward Steve, his guards around him.

“Captain, I am very sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.”  He looking up at the man, his eyes red which brought out the blue of his eyes.  The pain in his eyes caused T’challa to feel his own pang of sadness for his father who had recently been murdered.

“If there is any way I can offer my services, please let me know.”

Steve nodded halfheartedly and looked back at the floor again.

Tony swallowed hard and looked over at the king with a glare.  One of his guards caught the look and tensed at the ready.  T’challa noticed the nonverbal exchange and raised his hand casually.  The guard quickly eased down but continued to eye Tony.

“I’d just like to know what kind of security this is that a killer can come in to a maternity ward, murder someone and then disappear.”  His voice was dark with grief.

“Tony…”  Steve interrupted, his voice blank.

“No I want to know, Steve.  You lost—“

“I know what I lost…” Steve whispered, his voice wavering as he stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

“We will find this person and they will pay for what they have done, I promise you.”  T’challa looked over at one of the women behind him and said something quietly to her and she nodded, walking back down the hallway.

“I’ve sent one of my best guards to stand at the door.  She’ll be well cared for.”

“Thank you.”  Steve said quietly, wiping his eyes and standing up. “I need to go see her but I need a favor from you.  Can we meet later?”

“Of course.  Again, you have my sympathies on your loss.”  He lowered his head at Steve and Steve nodded his appreciation.

He walked back down the hall past Jo’s old room which still had police searching for clues.  He walked to the end of the hall and was met with one of T’challa’s bodyguards who nodded at him, expressionless.  He nodded back at her and walked inside.

Jo was resting finally. After the doctor’s got her stabilized, they figured out she’d been poisoned.  A bruise and a small red mark inside of her elbow from a sloppy injection had given it away.  From the symptoms they were able to treat her quickly and help her.

There was nothing they could do for the baby.  Jo was unconscious when they took her to the O.R. so she wasn’t aware of what happened until she woke up.  Steve sat vigil next to her for hours unsure of what to say to her.  When she started to wake up asking about “her Rachel”, he couldn’t find the words to speak and she began sobbing uncontrollably until her doctor ordered something to help her sleep and rest.

He sat with her, numbness taking over his body, until he finally dozed off for a while holding her hand.

He woke up to the sound of the door opening and Tony walking in.

“Well Cheerful out there told me to make it quick.”  He said with snark before lowering his voice, “How is she?”

“They gave her something to help her sleep.”  He grunted looking up at Tony.

“How are you holding up?”

Steve shook his head and leaned over to stroke Jo’s hair.

“Steve if I can do anything, I’m here.”

Steve looked at the floor and over at Jo, then back up at Tony, his eyes showing his anger and frustration.

“I want Rumlow.”  His voice was low and threatening.

Tony looked over at Jo, swallowed a lump in his throat and looked back over at Steve with a nod of agreement.

“Then let’s go find him.”

“I’ll make some calls.” Steve looked over at Jo again and sighed.  He wondered if he was ever going to be able to give up Captain America and the shield.  If he’d ever be able to give Jo the life they both deserved together.

The next afternoon, Steve, Tony and T’challa sat in a meeting room discussing plans on how to begin their search for Rumlow.  Tchalla had his best men and women out looking for any clues they could find, and Tony had called Rhodey to see what he could dig up.

“Well Rumlow’s been a busy little terrorist.”  Tony said with a sigh, hanging up with Rhodey.  “In the past month he’s hit up numerous arms dealers.  None of them are saying much other than he has big plans for big cities courtesy of HYDRA.

“Of course he does.” Steve said, wearily running his hand through his hair before leaning over in his chair closing his eyes with a large frustrated exhale.

“Cap, sit it out. Call in Teen Witch, Romanov and Wilson.  We can do this without you.  Jo needs you more right now.”

“I can’t do that to Wanda, she’s still upset over Lagos.”

“Well you need to be with Jo right now.”  Tony scolded.

“Right now I can help her by getting Rumlow in custody.”

“Or you could focus on your wife who is suffering.”

Steve slammed his fist on the table angrily, “And you don’t think I’m am too?  It kills me knowing this is my fault!  The only way I can make sure she’s safe is if I go get him and end this!”

“No, this is his fault! It is on him, not you!  You need to stop being stubborn, trying to be a damn hero all of the time.  Let us handle this and you go take care of your family.”

“I don’t have a family! Rumlow took that from me!”

“You have Jo!  You need to get off your ass, stop worrying about Rumlow and go help her!  She thinks everything that happened is her fault.  Have you even talked to her about it??”

Tony and Steve stared each other down, Steve’s fist clenched and his frown growing.

“Tony, I get that you are close to Jo, but she’s my wife.”

“Well start acting like she is!”  Tony snapped, standing up and heading to the window.

They both grew silent, the tension thick in the room.

After a while Steve looked over at T’challa.

“Has there been any progress with Bucky’s research?”

“I’ve been told that they’ve made some headway, yes.”

Steve wrapped his knuckles on the table, deep in thought.

“Wake him up.”  He said abruptly, looking over at T’challa.

“Captain Rogers, Mr. Barnes was adamant on staying under until he could be treated.”

“I know Bucky and he’ll be fine.  Get him out, I need his help.”

T’challa nodded and looked up at Tony as he began to speak.

“Steve, is that the best idea?  He’s a killer.  We don’t know if you can trust him, and personally I prefer he stay on ice.”

“That wasn’t him. Rumlow is part of HYDRA and every little bit of HYDRA I can take down I’ll do it, especially after what he did to Jo.”

Tony shook his head in defeat, he knew there was no talking to Steve now that his mind was set.  “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

A few days after they started making plans of action, Steve walked back to the guest room T’challa set them up in at his estate for the time being.

“Jo?”

“In the bathroom.” She called back, her voice dull.

He walked into the doorway and found her looking at the long line of taped stitches on her lower abdomen.

He hid his cringe at the incision and walked up behind her putting his hands on her upper arms.

“You need to be in bed resting.”

“I just got up.”  She looked up at the mirror and met Steve’s eyes.

“I think I want to go back to New York.”  She said quietly and simply.  “Pepper and Carla are there, and I want to go back to work.  I’m tired of crying and sleeping, I have to think about other things or I’ll go crazy.”

Steve nodded his agreement. “Maybe that’s best, but I need to talk to you about something.”  He watched her adjust her shirt and sweatpants before leading her to the other room.

He helped her sit down and propped her comfortably with some pillows before sitting in a chair next to her.

“What’s going on?” She asked warily.

Steve bit his lips together and sighed before looking at her.

“We’re going after Rumlow.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at her.

“I figured you would.” She said softly.

“They’ve closed in on him and his people and I want to end this.  I had Bucky removed from hibernation and I filled him in on everything and he’s with me on this.”

Jo frowned and shook her head, “Wait you what?  You told me he said he didn’t want to be woken up until there was a treatment for him.”

“I trust him, he lived alone for a long time without any incidents.  I believe he can fight this.  I need him at my back.”

“You have Tony, Sam, Wanda, and Nat.  You can even use Scott again.  You should have left Bucky alone.”

“Wanda is staying out of it. I don’t want her to deal with him again. Sam, Scott and Nat are on their way as we speak.  Tony is flying home with you.  He has work to do with Rhodey and Ross on some issues.”

“Oh great, get those two involved.”  Jo snapped, crossing her arms, “You do know Rhodey arrested you and Ross wants you in some under the sea maximum prison right?  Did you forget that after all the most recent happenings?”

She spat the words out, her eyes tearing up.

“Why do you have to do this? Just let the U.N. take care of Rumlow themselves.”

“Now you sound like Tony telling me not to be a hero.”

“Well why are you doing this??”  They don’t need you.  I need you!”

“I know you do but the sooner this is over, the sooner I can get back to you.”

“Well I’ll be sure to take a number and wait in line for when you’re ready to deal with me.”  She huffed, trying to stand up.

Steve got up and tried to help her stand, but she slapped his hand away.

“Maybe you should think of your priorities right now.  The U.N. says they don’t want the Avengers unless it’s on their terms so maybe you should think hard about that.”

She walked slowly to the door of the guest room and Steve started to walk after her.

“Where are you going, you’re still on meds and in pain.”

“Yeah well I’m getting used to that.”  She said with a glare.

Steve stepped back catching her meaning.  He bit back the sharp pain in his stomach as the words sunk in deeper.

“I can’t get into this right now.  I want to talk about it, but I’m stuck.”

“You can’t talk to your own wife about losing a baby, yet you can go play cops and robbers with some asshole who kills your kid.  Nice, Steve.”

She opened the door and Steve came over quickly, shutting it on her.

“Move, I want to get out of here.”

Steve held her upper arms and looked her straight in the eye.

“I know that it’s my fault. You think I don’t know it?  That it doesn’t kill me a little to see the sadness all over your face?  I’m being pulled in so many directions at once and I’m…stuck.  You need me, I think about Rachel—“

“Don’t even say her name!” Jo interrupted, shoving him away.

“You care more about finding some terrorist so don’t bother saying her name!”  She turned and started to head to the bedroom.

“Just go.  Go get the gang together and go fight some more. Might as well; I lost Rachel, apparently it doesn’t matter to you if I lose you.”

“Jo, stop it.”

“Just go find him. I’ll be in New York when you decide you’re done catching terrorists.”  She limped into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Steve heard her start to cry and he balled his fists, closing his eyes tight and taking a deep breath before he headed back to the meeting room.

The next morning, Steve headed to the lab and went to check on Bucky, who was up and getting his vitals checked by a scientist.

“How ya doing?”

“Stiff.  But other than that, fine.  How’s Jo?”

Steve shook his head and Bucky nodded in understanding.

“Buck, maybe she was right and I should have left you alone.”

“You need me and I always have your back, especially for this.  I think I was a little hasty in wanting to go under again.”  He smiled up at Steve from the table and Steve leaned down suddenly and pulled him into a hug, slapping his back.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“Eh, gotta watch out for my punk pal.”

“I appreciate it.  Meeting’s in thirty to fill everyone in.”

“I’ll be there.”

Tony helped Jo with her bags as they walked to the jet which was being prepped to take them home.

“You know, he didn’t leave yet.  You can still say see ya.”

Jo ignored Tony and kept walking, taking her time down the hallway.

“You know him”, he continued.  “He has to do this.  I hate to say it, but if it was me and Pepper, I’d be out for blood.”

Jo grunted a comment under her breath as they walked down the walkway.  She saw Steve waiting in his uniform for her.  He adjusted his shield on to his back and strode over to her.

“Cap, I’ll keep you posted on any news.”  Tony said with a small smile.

Thanks Tony.  Just take care of my girl.”

“You got it.”  They nodded at each other and Tony headed to the jet, handing the bags to the pilot.

Steve turned to Jo ad smiled sadly at her.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Jo burst into tears and Steve pulled her over gently in a strong embrace.”

“I’m sorry.  I’m so mad, I didn’t mean it toward you.”

“I know.  As soon as this is over, I’m coming home.  We’ll figure something out.”

Jo nodded and relaxed into his grasp.  She hadn’t felt the fabric of his suit in a long time but it was strangely a comfort even while knowing what he was about to do.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“When you find him…”

She backed up and looked at Steve’s face, her own full of sadness and fury.

She couldn’t bring herself to say what she was thinking but Steve seemed to understand.

He nodded and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll take care of it.” He said, his voice thick with emotion.

She nodded and leaned up to kiss him quickly before sinking into another hug.

“Just hurry home okay?

“Yes ma’am.”

She turned to leave and Steve pulled her back into another embrace.

“We’ll talk more when I get home.”

Jo looked up at him, “Sounds good.  See you soon.”

A week and a half later, Rumlow was cornered on the outskirts of Wakanda and brought into custody. He was questioned by numerous officials along with T’challa, accused of murder and terroristic attacks.  He refused to talk to anyone but Steve, who wanted nothing more than to just be done with it all and go home to Jo.

Tony was at headquarters making numerous calls and meetings trying to work with Ross and members of the senate to make various amendments the Sokovia accords.

He was sitting at his desk with Jo one morning going over paperwork

“Are you up for this? You should be resting.”

“It’s been a week and a half, I’m doing okay.  I want to help and get this crap figured out.”

Tony smiled and sipped his health smoothie.

“What a fun morning.” She said sarcastically.  “You make me drink your nasty green mess for breakfast and Ross is coming by.”

Tony made a face at her as he straightened up some files.

“First of all, you need your energy and I promised Capsicle I’d take care of you.  Second…I got nothing.  Ross is just a pompous moron.”

Jo grinned and picked up her own drink.  “I will drink to that.”  She took a sipped and gagged.

“What is in this!”

“Apples, wheatgrass, banana, some powder Pepper got for me with protein and who knows what else.”

“It’s disgusting.”

FRIDAY interrupted them.

“Excuse me Mr. Stark, Secretary Ross is here to see you.”

“Finally.”  He said under his breath.  “Thanks Friday, send him in.”

Jo sat up straight, tensing, and Tony looked at her.

“If you can’t do this let me know.  You’ve been through a lot lately.”

“Stop, I’m fine.  I want to help get them cleared.  I’ve made my points on everything against them and I want to see what crap he dishes out again.”

“He might say some things or bring up some things that could sting.”

Jo nodded and sighed, “I can handle it.  Let’s just get this over with and bring them home.”

Tony looked up as the glass doors to the office opened and Secretary of State Ross walked into the meeting room.  He looked from Tony to Jo, his arrogance filling the room quickly.

“Good morning Tony, Mrs. Rogers.”  

Tony gestured to an empty chair while Jo stared at Ross as he unbuttoned his jacket and sat down.

“Let’s just get this started, shall we?  I was made aware to the fact that Brock Rumlow is now in custody in Wakanda.”

“Thanks to the Avengers, and King T’challa’s men and women, yes.”  Jo interrupted, ignoring Tony’s glance.

“Yes well, they had no business interfering with international affairs, especially Rumlow after the stunts they pulled a while back.”

“By that comment, do you mean to say thank you?  Rumlow was on a mission.  He was also out for Steve Rogers, so you basically do owe Steve and the rest of the Avengers, not to mention King T’Challa your thanks and appreciation.”

“I don’t owe them a damn thing, Stark.  Rumlow is a bioterrorist, we all know that, and we had it under control.”

“So when he attacked me and my baby, did you know of his whereabouts?”

“He what?”  Ross looked over at Jo in shock.

“He attacked me and terrorized a Wakandan hospital and yet you still continue to witch hunt the Avengers and my husband for going after him.”

Ross sat back in his chair with a slight smirk.

“Mrs. Rogers I am very sorry to hear that but if you’re implying that Captain Rogers went after Rumlow as a form of revenge than it only proves my point that he and the Avengers are dangerous vigilantes and furthers my point that the accords are for our own good.”

“Bullshit.”  Jo said simply, staring at him, her eyes narrowing. She hated this man more and more with every word he spoke.

“You want to know what the bullshit is?  Here.” Ross reached into his pocket and put a flash drive on the table sliding it toward Tony.

“Play this.  You both think they’re civil in their actions.  Why not have a look at Captain Rogers’ and his choice of interrogation.

Tony put the flash into the port and a hologram screen flashed above the table.  There was no sound but the video showed Rumlow sitting in a chair handcuffed.  Tchalla and a few men stood around him saying something to him and he would shake his head and either laugh or seem to mock them.  Tchalla turned to one of his men who sucker punched Rumlow’s face who spat and laughed again.

A few moments later Steve stormed into the room, picked Rumlow up by his shirt collar and slammed him against the wall, his forearm pushing into his throat.  Rumlow grinned at him and said something before feigning a sad expression and Steve pressed his arm harder along his neck.  Rumlow’s face was turning red and then purple as Steve began to shout at him.  Rumlow started to convulse and then the camera went black.

“Oh my God….”  Jo said quietly feeling sick, closing her eyes for a moment in defeat.

Tony looked at the table in silence.

Ross leaned forward, clasping his hands together while gloating at the silent pair.  “There you have it.  A team of dangerous vigilante’s led by a vengeful science experiment of a man.”

Jo felt tears forming and she looked over at Tony.  This wasn’t good, Steve wasn’t a killer.  She was full of hate and in mourning when she insinuated that he take care of Rumlow but she didn’t think he’d do it.

Tony cleared his throat and pulled the flash drive out of the port throwing it back to Ross.

“Well I guess we have our answers now.”  He said looking up at him.

“I understand that he has amnesty in Wakanda, but we can find other ways to bring him back to the States and deal with him.”

Tony held up a hand to silence him.  “Well I just have one question, Ross.  Where’s the rest of the recording?”

“Excuse me?”

He took a deep breath and let it out confidently.

“I’ve been in communication with T’challa and Steve the entire time and they were by the books, quiet, and it was T’challa’s men who brought Rumlow in.  You forgot the rest of the recording that shows Steve standing down.”

Jo looked up in surprise at Tony and then at Ross.

“He what?”  She asked with a sigh of relief.

“FRIDAY, play video 182 please.”  Tony commanded looking Ross in the eyes as he spoke.

“Playing video 182 now, sir.”

The holographic video hovered above the table with no sound again and Tony fast forwarded it to Steve choking Rumlow.  He let it play where they left off with Ross’ copy.  Rumlow was starting to convulse from lack of oxygen and Steve was leaning in harder, crushing his windpipe and yelling something to him.

Jo stared wide eyed at Steve. She’d never seen him so angry and out of control before.  She watched as he held Rumlow a few moments more, his expression looked as though he was fighting himself to continue his assault. He let the man drop and back away, panting.

He turned and suddenly picked up a chair, throwing it furiously against the wall before running his hand over his face wearily as he stormed back out of the room.  One of Tchalla’s men picked Rumlow up and put him back in his chair.  T’challa stood in the corner watching the scene silently, turning and watching Steve leave the room.

The video shut off and they sat quietly for a moment.  Jo saw movement in the corner of her eye and watched as Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Scott, Clint and T’challa enter the meeting room almost appearing out of nowhere, some of T’challa’s guards standing outside the room.

Jo looked up at Steve in surprise and he glanced over at her, his eyes softening for a moment toward her before he turned to Ross.

“Ross, we need to talk.” He said, his commanding presence taking control of the room.

“I believe we do, Captain Rogers.”  Ross replied.

Jo stood up and walked wordlessly from the room.  She glanced at Wanda and they exchanged small polite smiles as she left.

She sat on a sofa listening in as best she could while the group held their discussion.  The heavy glass walls provided no assistance in helping her hear anything other than muffled shouting so she went for a walk and called Pepper.

A few hours later, she returned to the room to check on the meeting.  The arguing had died down and after a little while the door opened.  Ross came out of the room, his face red and his expression blank.

“Well Mrs. Rogers, your husband and friends are extremely lucky this time.  We’re watching you all, don’t forget that.”

She watched him adjust his jacket as he walked past her, staring after him curiously.  He looked like a dog with its tail between its legs.  She turned to the meeting room and saw Steve and Tony shake hands and Steve came of the room and walked over to Jo.

“What happened in there? He says you all got lucky.”

“It’s all over.  We’re free.  I’m home.”

Jo let out a ragged sigh and a laugh as she hugged Steve, feeling his arms go around her tightly.

“Oh thank God!”  She looked over at Tony who smiled at her before jumping slightly and grabbing his phone from his pocket.  He looked at the screen and an ecstatic smile turned into a grin as he answered the phone.

“He looks happy.” Steve noted.

“He and Pep are working things out.  So what happened with you both?”

“We’re staying here.  We have a way to go on some things but we’re working on it.”

“Good.”  Jo said, pulling back and taking Steve’s hand leading him away from the meeting room area to their own room for privacy.

Later that night in their bedroom, Steve was unpacking a bag as Jo held his shield fingering the designs and putting her arm in the arm bands lifting it up playing with it, deep in thought.

“Maybe you should take over for me.”  He said with a chuckle, putting his empty bag on a shelf.

“Oh no, I’ll leave this to the pro.”  Jo smiled, holding it out for him to take back.

He put it against the wall next to the bed and came over and sat next to her.

“You saw the recording huh?”

“Yeah.  I wasn’t thinking straight the night I left and asked you to—“

“It’s understandable.” He interrupted.  “I had to fight hard to let T’Challa take over.  I wanted to do it, I swear I did, but I thought about you and Rachel and didn’t want her memory to have him attached to it and what I did out of blind anger.”

Jo put her head on his arm and patted his leg.

“I don’t know if I could have stopped myself.”  She said quietly.  “Does that make me a bad person?”

“No, sweetheart, of course not.  You’re in pain and mourning.  You have every right to be angry.  We didn’t give in to him and that’s what he wanted.  I’m so sorry about everything.  He was after me and he got to me through you and Rachel.  I don’t know how you can look at me honestly.”

Jo wiped tears away and looked up at him, “That monster wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m not talking about that.”  He said quietly.

Jo nodded and looked down, picking at a piece of fabric on the comforter.

“That’s not your fault either.”

“We don’t know that.” He got up and paced in front of her, before stopping with his arms crossed.

Jo nodded, sniffing hard and then looking up at Steve.

“I can’t do it again.” She admitted.  “I’ve been thinking about it while you were gone and I just can’t, it’s just too much.”  She stopped and let out a quiet sob.  Steve walked back to her and sat down, pulling to against him.

“I get it, I honestly do. I can’t imagine what it feels like for you.”  She sighed and rubbed her back softly.

“You’re not mad are you?” She asked quietly, looking up at him.

“Of course not!  If I lost you I don’t know what I would do.  I need you here with me.  If you want to stop trying then I’m completely behind your decision.”

“She was so close.” Jo said starting to cry again.

“I know.”  He agreed, becoming quiet, wiping his own eyes.  “But we have plenty of time to figure things out and think about it.  We both have a lot going on, I’d prefer we had our own house with a fence and trees and backyards with room for kids to play.”

“True.  I don’t think Tony’s lab would be a good playground.” She sighed, “It’s a lot to take in. Why is our life so hard?”

“We’ve certainly been tested.”  He said softly.  “Are you sorry you’re with me?”

“What??  Of course not!  Steve Rogers, you’re an amazing man.”

“Thank you, you’re pretty amazing yourself.  And if, by some chance we are lucky enough to be parents again, you’re going to be a fantastic mom.

Jo smiled sadly and closed her eyes as she thought about Steve’s words.  They’d had their ups and downs, and loves and losses but they also had each other.  Whatever happened to them in the future they would be able to face it together.

Previous chapter

Copyright © 2016 Misshyen. All rights reserved. Intellectual property of Misshyen.

Hear me out on this: We have literally no proof that Magneto doesn’t know that Peter is his son. In fact, given his face in the “my mom knew a guy who could do that” scene from DOFP and the way he kept watching Peter in XMA (not to mention coming to his (and the others’) rescue), and the way he asked why Peter was there was almost like he was baiting him to reply (he wanted to know he had a family, maybe, he felt he needed to hear it from his son).

Well apparently the answer to that is to tell me since I’ve got to be some sort of expert on this stuff. I have no idea, try to not throw people through walls? That should work out alright.