Not planned

By: MysticFantasy

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Disclaimer: (I own no part of this movie or the characters in it.)

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Sequel to Wasn't Planned. Thank you everyone for all of the fantastic reviews and for reading the first part so much. I hope that this next installment will be as entertaining as the first one.

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Chapter 1

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"Who's strong and brave here to save the American way"

Steve entered the tv room after hearing the all too familiar song and quickly spotted the source.

He cursed the day that Tony found the film reels about his stage days and placed them on DVD's. He cursed the day even more when Tony had started showing the DVD's to James.

"And there he is." Tony declared as Steve appeared on the stage looking like he had a little stage fright. "Tight spangles and all."

Thirteen year old James chuckled at his uncles words and as he watched his father walk about the stage trying to encourage people to buy war bonds.

Steve stood out of sight as he observed his teenage son.

At times he still couldn't believe that James was already thirteen years old. It only felt like yesterday that Steve had been able to hold his son in his arms and was teaching him how to walk and talk.

James looked very much like his father and was turning into, what Tony and Clint called, a real heart throb.

None of the Avengers failed to notice that James really looked up to his father. Steve was a little in denial that his son was trying to be like him but even he didn't fail to notice a few things his son did that he would do.

Volunteering, regular exercise...even art skills.

"Why are you showing him this?" Steve asked as he made his appearance by walking next to the couch where the two sat.

"Just showing him how his old man got his start." Tony answered. "Now hush, here comes Adolf."

Steve looked at James as he watched the film. His big blue eyes were unblinking as his father spoke to the crowd while an actor dressed as the Nazi leader slowly crept behind the line of female dancers and pop out behind the captain.

"Dad, I can't believe this is what you did before you were Captain America." James exclaimed.

"Believe it, son." Steve said. "That's what I did before anyone took me seriously. They didn't think that one person could make a difference in the war. So I had the choice to either be a lab rat or a dancing monkey."

"And yet, to this day, he still doesn't know how to dance." Tony exclaimed.

"Why not, dad?" James asked curiously.

"James, until I met Peggy Carter and your mother, I didn't exactly have the best luck with the ladies." Steve said.

James lightly chuckled but understood his father's explaination.

He'd been told how his father was before he became Captain America and even saw a surviving photo of his father before accepting the super soldier serum.

At first, he thought that his Uncle Tony and Uncle Clint were playing a joke on him. The skinny man in the photo looked like this father but he didn't believe that it really was him until his father confirmed it himself.

It was then that James curiosity about his father grew and he began to beg and plead for stories from his father. Of which Steve gladly granted. He would tell James as many stories as he wanted to hear until his voice became hoarse or it was nightfall and James had to go to bed.

He had loved telling his son all of the stories that other people have heard. But James was hearing it directly from Steve himself. He was hearing the untainted version of his father's great missions and accomplishments.

Since he was young, James had been entranced by his father's history. He even often times asked his mother of her history but he only got so much out of her. He knew her history with his father.

How they met, how long they knew each other before getting married, how they fell in love, missions they had done together before and after marriage...

James didn't really know that much about his mother's past but felt that he didn't know much for a reason. He was willing to wait to be told the truth when he was sure his mother was ready to tell him.

Until then, he would continue to drag out as many stories from his father as he could.