Sam takes his coffee black in a blue paper cup from the diner. Bitter, not hot but scalding. He considers it more medicine than beverage.
He's grown, he can get his own coffee.
He doesn't *say* that, of course. Eli's proffering this mug of frothy who-knows-what with both hands cupped around its sides. His expression is serious, mouth tight with concentration, but his eyes --.
Big brown child's eyes, alight with the sort of hope only possessed by the likes of Steve Rogers.
Sam takes the coffee.
"I need training." Eli holds his breath as Sam chokes.
Remember I smiled, Marvel comics, Sam Wilson & Eli Bradley
note: set post-Cap #25
Sam takes his coffee black in a blue paper cup from the diner. Bitter, not hot but scalding. He considers it more medicine than beverage.
He's grown, he can get his own coffee.
He doesn't *say* that, of course. Eli's proffering this mug of frothy who-knows-what with both hands cupped around its sides. His expression is serious, mouth tight with concentration, but his eyes --.
Big brown child's eyes, alight with the sort of hope only possessed by the likes of Steve Rogers.
Sam takes the coffee.
"I need training." Eli holds his breath as Sam chokes.