"Young Avengers," Sam repeats, and part of him wants to keep teasing, because this little shit is a little shit and teasing helps him feel normal. But this little shit has actually helped him, and if he's doing work like that, then Sam wants to support him, too.

"If it helps, I think it's mostly because kids should get to be kids," he says wryly. "I mean, yeah, you whippersnappers should get off our lawns and so on, but a thirty year old man choosing to risk his neck is different from a fifteen year old boy doing the same. But if you guys are needed, and you're stepping up, then I can't really argue it. How do you mean, legacy?"