Ch 17-Drawing
By: MysticFantasy
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James quietly walked into the room where he spotted his father standing in front of an easel and canvas. His hands were quickly moving about the white surface.
"Need something James?" Steve asked with a smirk as he looked over to spot his son half hiding behind the door.
"Uh,"
"Come on over." Steve insisted as he stepped away from his project and wiped his hands on a towel.
James quickly obeyed his father and walked over. He was picked up and placed on a stool which allowed him to see what his father was doing.
On the canvas was an amazing half done sketch of a vase of various flowers.
"You did that, dad?" he asked.
"Yeah." Steve answered.
"Where did you learn to draw like that?"
"I learned when I was about your age." Steve answered. "I didn't have a lot of friends and I wasn't able to play sports like others could. So, one day I just started drawing and it became a hobby of mine."
"Can mom draw?"
"Honestly, I've never seen her try." Steve answered with a bit of a surprised smile. "I'll have to ask her soon."
"Can you teach me to draw, dad?" James asked with pure excitment in his eyes.
Steve smiled and quickly got a few blank pieces of paper and drawing items placed on a table for his son to use.
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Natasha walked into the room that Tony had set up to be the art studio in hopes of finding her husband. Sure enough, she found him along with their son.
Her eyes went wide at the sight but she couldn't help but smile too.
"Well, I know two people who are getting a bath." She said which caused the two to cease in their actions of smearing paint on one another. Both Rogers have various colors of paint all over their clothes, hair and faces.
"Hi momma." James greeted innocently and handed Natasha a still clean piece of paper. "I drew this for you. Dad showed me how to draw."
Natasha took the paper from her son and smiled when she saw three stick figures standing next to each other in what appeared to be the Avengers Tower.
Under each figure, James had written mom, dad and me and all three were holding hands with each other.
"James, it's beautiful." she said. "Thank you sweetheart."
James just smiled happily.
"Now, I think it's time you and your father went to take a bath." she said.
"Do we have to?" James asked.
"Yeah, do we have to?" Steve repeated with a smirk as he lifted James into his arms.
"It's either you take a bath or we don't go to the playground." Natasha said.
"Come on dad. We need to go take a bath." James declared.
"Let's go then." Steve announced and left the room.
Natasha smiled as the two left the studio before looking at the picture in her hands again.
"He's going to be just like his father." she said before leaving the room as well.