[...Autumn leaves, hamburgers and hotdogs, apple pie, ocean breezes, bubble gum, fresh cut grass, lemonade, fresh linens drying on a clothes line, gasoline, asphalt.... What in the world was he smelling? For now, the Avenger didn't give it much thought.]

I am, indeed.

[Chuckling softly, he couldn't help but smile at the awe and wonder in the young man's eyes.]