Author's Note: I minorly edited the first two chapters to remove the Gamer aspect. It just makes stories over complicated unless the point is to be an overpowered gamer story or subvert the trope in some exciting or interesting manner. That wasn't what this story was. So this will be more in line with my Mirai Marvel story now. Literally no changes on the edited chapters outside of removing the Game references.

Also I don't have a set update schedule because my writing is really just me doing my daily practicing to try and hone my skills with it. I change based on what I feel like addresses what I need to practice the best.

Chapter 3: Reunion

"Jim!" Captain America, or Shirou supposed, Steve Rogers in his civilian clothes, exclaimed happily as he was invited in their door a few days after the Invasion.

"It is good to see you, old friend!" Shirou's grandfather seemed genuinely happy, without any of the bittersweet edge his brief moments of happiness typically held.

He likely feels taken back to a simpler time, when he was younger, Shirou thought to himself.

Shirou and his father let the two old war buddies catch up as they all made their way to the living room. Jim Morita Jr was also grinning like a lunatic, likely from a combination of seeing his dour father so happy and also meeting a childhood hero. Because how could you have grown up the son of a Howling Commando and not have worshipped Captain America?

"Who else is still around?" Steve questioned as they settled into some sitting chairs.

The elderly man sighed, "Not many, Steve. I know Gabe went back to Macon and is still around. Retired after a few terms as a senator in the seventies and eighties. Happy Sam did some work with the SSR but got a medical discharge and pension after losing his leg in the Cold War-" At that he paused and raised his eyebrow.

"Have you caught up on the last few decades?" At Steve's nod he continued, "I know Pinky got knighted and worked for the SSR as well. Last I heard he had retired somewhere outside of London."

Jim scratched his scraggly white beard, "James dropped off the map entirely in the seventies, but I never found an obituary, missing persons report, or a John Doe with claws."

Before they could continue Shirou interrupted, "I'm sorry, Grandfather, but did you say claws?"

The old man looked over at his grandson and shrugged his shoulders, "I suppose I did omit that in my stories, you see these...Avengers are not the first time people with extraordinary powers have revealed themselves. Though this is on a much grander scale. During the World War there were many such individuals. Some got their power from strange artifacts, some weren't quite human, and well...James said his claws just popped out one day when he was a kid and it appeared that he could not be killed either."

Steve nodded along, "I once saw Howlett take a howitzer round, I was certain he was dead, and then his body just stitched itself up and he ran over and threw a grenade down the barrel. One of the craziest things I've seen, including the aliens last week."

The youngest man in the room chewed on his lip for a moment before making a decision, "So there are people who can develop strange and unusual powers, seemingly naturally, that appear when they are...let's say teenagers or young adults?"

"I'm not really sure-" Steve began but then seemingly he had a second thought, "Actually...Jim do you remember that young man we rescued from the camps right before I went into the ice?"

The elder Morita's eyes opened wide, "The boy with the magnet powers? Yes!"

"It's definitely more than just James then, could be a slightly wider pattern." The super soldier theorized.

"It absolutely is," Shirou responded, then he looked at everyone in the room one by one, "I...may have excluded something that happened during the Invasion. I was able to fight off two of the aliens that broke into the subway, because I had a power appear."

As their eyes widened in surprise, Shirou summoned one of the alien's strange daggers before any of them could truly respond.

"Sh-Shirou!" His father cried out, "That's dangerous, put that away!"

But Senior raised a hand, "Wait, what did you just do? What can you do?"

Shirou's head shifted back and forth as he thought up a proper explanation.

"Well...I think I can sort of...read a weapon's history and composition by touching it? So far it's only worked with things I would call battle equipment at least. And then I guess I can recreate it later, somehow. I actually don't know what the copies are made out of. I seem to be able to very quickly learn a weapon that I've analyzed though. I was able to quickly learn a new weapon well enough to knock two of those aliens onto the subway tracks, the third rail did the rest."

"Fascinating…" Steve whispered before looking up at him, "Is it really any weapon?"

Shirou shook his head, "I haven't pulled it off with anything with mechanical or moving parts. The analysis works okay, but I couldn't recreate one of those alien guns that I could tell."

"Would you be willing to try it out on my shield?" The offer was so sincere and genuine that Shirou felt bad and flushed a bit.

"Ah...that's actually what triggered my powers." He banished the dagger and summoned his unadorned version of the shield on his arm.

The Avengers' eyes went wide and he turned to Shirou's father and grandfather, "Now I don't think he should run around doing anything with this power at his age, but I would feel more comfortable if he knew how to use the objects he can summon."

Shirou's father looked uncertain but his grandfather had his face set in a grim and serious expression, "Jim," He spoke to his son, "I believe we should let Steve work with Shirou, this is just like the martial arts. He needs to be disciplined in his control of himself. And learning from the best man I've ever known is certainly no poor way to do it."

Eventually Junior relented and turned to his son, "You have to promise us that not only will you not use these powers outside of extreme self-defense, but that you also will not go looking for trouble that would force you to defend yourself, okay?"

Shirou rubbed the back of his head, his dad had called him on that one, "I can promise I won't look for trouble until I'm old enough to handle it at least?"

His father rested his face in his palms in exasperation, "Eighteen?"

Shirou sighed and then put a stern face on, "I'll do my best to honor that, Father."

"That's all that we can ask, I suppose."

And thus Shirou added to his weekly schedule visiting Steve Rogers at a rundown boxing gym that apparently SHIELD had leased out for Steve to train and readjust to modern times when he first defrosted.

They mostly worked on Shirou bouncing the shield off of dummies and punching bags and getting acrobatic enough to perform some of the maneuvers Steve preferred.

It was three sessions in when Steve, after tossing a water bottle over to him during one of their breaks, noted to Shirou, "I think your powers have some sort of physical augmentation as well. I'm not sure whether it's a normal improvement with all people who develop powers this way, because even that young boy Erik, that we rescued from the camps seemed in much better physical condition than he should have been, or if it is a separate part of your power in particular. Perhaps your power is strengthening your body closer to what the weapons' memories that you described feeling remember their previous wielders being?"

Well...that honestly felt like exactly what Reinforcement was expressing itself like in this life. The kendo stick I had Traced didn't make me feel any different than usual. Nor did the boxing gloves, nunchaku, sai, or the bo staff.

But the Chitauri side dagger? The longer I had that in hand the stronger and faster I got. But it had nothing on the shield. And after training with Captain America these last few sessions...I could tell that I was supposed to feel even stronger and just overall better if that was where the construct was pulling me.

The strength did not appear to stay around very long after the weapon dispersed however, and both body and non-summoned object Reinforcement appeared to be much more difficult than I remembered from my past life.

At their next session Shirou really decided to put this to the test.

"I'm not sure I am comfortable sparring, even lightly, with a twelve year-old, Shirou." Steve responded sternly to his request.

"I'm not a normal twelve year-old, Cap!" Steve had started letting him use that nickname for him at their second session. Shirou liked it. He liked working with a real hero.

"I still think it's too dangerous...however I may have a compromise." With that Steve turned around and walked into one of the back storage areas.

After some rummaging around he returned with some low weight medicine balls, "How about something more substantial than tennis balls for defensive training?"

Shirou nodded eagerly, "I guess I can agree to that!" He summoned the shield, no longer needing his mantra in this life with the source of his powers being changed, "I can take anything you can throw at m-"

With a yelp Shirou rolled backwards in an improvised somersault to dodge a medicine ball that had gone straight for his face.

"Less talking! More focus!" Captain America called out, throwing another one.

Shirou jumped, rolled, blocked, and even used the shield to ricochet a few back at good angles over the next hour. Until he got overconfident and attempted to do something showy.

His goal had been to do a kickflip off of one of the boxing ring posts and knock the ball back towards Cap while mid-air and stick the landing.

Unfortunately he mistimed it. And while one of the medicine balls thrown by a normal human wouldn't have broken through his Reinforcement, Captain America had also slowly been cranking up the heat on the speed and power behind his throws.

Snap! "Oof!"

And with a thump Shirou fell to the ground on his back, the shield dispersing, and his hand coming up to clutch his shoulder.

"Kid!" Steve called out, running over, "Jim's never going to let me hear the end of this…"

"I'm fine! Cracked clavicle, I think." Shirou explained, "I've had worse from karate, broke my foot once, they won't be mad. I'm just mad at myself."

"Yes," Steve replied, "You weren't quite ready for that, come on let's get you in a sling and get you home. You might need to go to a doctor after though."

Shirou tried to protest as Steve picked him up to get him to the rental car that SHIELD had given him for extra transportation, "No, you should keep pretty still, kid."

Shirou sighed and resigned himself to a boring ride home. And probably some lecturing.

I'm not twelve, the lectures are frustrating, Shirou thought to himself as they pulled up.

However, as they got out of Steve's car they found an odd group of people about to knock on the Morita family door.

"James?" Steve gasped out at he seemingly recognized one of the people.

A short man with wild hair and mutton chops turned around.

"Who the fuck is James?"