Sean can't help but laugh, imagining skinny little kid Steve about ready to swing from the curtains. "Oh Jesus, Christ, I can imagine. My ma straight up wouldn't let us watch some TV shows, because we'd all take to kicking and punching each other afterwards. The older ones got away with it until the day Connor bloodied Niall's nose over Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and after that, bans for everyone, even the ones of us who weren't even born for it. 'course we just snuck around and watched it with the sound down real low while she was distracted, and scrambled not to get caught."

He has a sip of his beer, and it's funny how nothing really changes. It's sorta nice, kids always being kids, no matter what. "She must have been real good at that perfect sorta- 'I'm not angry, but I am disappointed' sorta face because let me tell you, you've got that on lock. You gave me a guilt trip over a text, and it worked. Honestly, that's the real superpower here. Give you ten minutes alone with most supervillains and you could have them packing up their whole operations. 'Shut it down boys, I have to go home and call my mother and apologize'."