(no subject)

[jonathan_kent]

A young man sits on one of the many couches in the Forum, and sighs at a notebook in his hands. The page is full of scribbled-out text, pages and pages of it. The pages are dog-eared and a bit ragged, indicating he's been using this notebook for a while.

"How can it be this hard to think of a good name for a secret identity?"

Comments

[jonathan_kent]

"I guess I can't argue with that." It strikes him that they've been chatting for quite some time now, and he hasn't introduced himself. How rude. Better fix that. "I'm Jon, by the way. Jonathan Kent."

[stands_for_something]

"Steve Rogers," the old man replies with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Jon."

[jonathan_kent]

"You too," Jon answers sincerely. "Meeting people like you is one of the big reasons I like coming here... you can find all sorts of relevant advice from voices of experience."

[stands_for_something]

"It's nice for me, too." There's that smile again. "I'd like to think this experience is doing somebody some good."

[jonathan_kent]

"Well if nothing else, you've given me something to think about," Jon replies optimistically.

[stands_for_something]

"Which is a good place to start. You'll do alright, Jon."

[jonathan_kent]

"Thanks," Jon says with a smile. "I really do appreciate the advice. And the confidence."

[stands_for_something]

"You're welcome," he answers with another smile of his own, "to both."