He wasn't going to say anything about Jim's choices. As far as he could see, they were pretty damn close to his own choices, to act when action was needed, to try and do what he could so as a soldier and as... whatever the Avengers were.

Heroes.

"I can't even imagine that," he admitted as they kept walking, "I mean, kids are kids. We got into plenty of scraps even outside of my, uh..."

His general tendency to defend anyone who needed defending.

"At least he's got a good teacher. You were, what, welterweight champ for Brooklyn before you left?"