www.g33kwatch.com/movies/story-of-a-five-year-old-avenger-meeting-the-avengers/Story of a Five Year Old Avenger, Meeting The AvengersThere’s a lot of crew walking around, looking at this strange woman with four jam-packed bags from Staples and the little boy with the Captain America shield. The Security Guard stops my wife and son, a mere 10 feet away from Robert Downey, Jr. and Chris Evans.
“Wait here for a second” the guards says, then takes a few steps forward, waiting to see if he can interrupt the talent. There is a woman standing next to my wife and son. She looks at Edison, shield in hand, staring in awe at his heroes, and then turns towards the stars.
“Chris!” she shouts. Chris Evans stops, mid-sentence, and turns to the woman. Robert Downey, Jr. looks over, frowns, but seeing a little boy with a Captain America shield, gets it and shrugs.
This woman that called to Evans has got his attention. She points to my son and exclaims, “Look at this! Look at how adorable he is!”
This woman? Chris Evans mother.
Chris Evans starts walking towards my son and says, “Now I bet you’re thinking, ‘That doesn’t look like Captain America.'”
“Oh no, he knew it was you from waaaaay over there,” my wife assures him.
Edison, face-to-face with the man he saw on the big screen merely 24 hours earlier, does what any self-respecting five year would do in front of his hero of the hour: he holds his shield up in front of his face, overcome with a case of The Shy.
“Edison,” my wife says, “put the shield down and shake his hand like a gentleman.”
Evans crouches down next to Edison, who extends his hand and shakes the hand of The First Avenger. “Can I see your shield?” Evans asks and Edison hands his battered toy shield over. “Wow, you’re getting a lot of use out of this. You fighting a lot of bad guys with this?” he asks. Chris Evans and Edison proceed to have a conversation about the finer points of shields and fighting the enemy.
“Would you mind if I got a picture of you?” my wife asks.
“Not at all!” Evans says.
“Sure,” Evans says, and my wife manages to get one more picture.
Just then, a quiet-spoken gentleman walks over. “Chris, sorry, I need you for one more shot.” The gentleman looks at my son and apologizes. “Sorry, little buddy, I need Captain America for a minute.” This is the only time during the entire story that I am jealous of my son and beside myself that I wasn’t there. One of my writing idols, Joss Whedon, has just spoken to my child.
My wife apologizes for taking up their time, with Whedon and Evans smiling and assuring her that it is fine. Then she takes a picture with Chris Evans’ mom, who was instrumental in making this meeting happen.
My wife and son watch the crew film a couple of shots and then decide to leave. Thus ends their trip to the set of The Avengers.
September 6th, 2011 – I return to work with my son, who didn’t start school until the next day. A co-worker (whose son is also at work) says she saw my Facebook status, saw the pics and thought they were cool. Our kids sit together for the day, drawing and playing. Later, my co-worker pulls me aside and says, “You know your son is on the Internet?” Fearing that I’m in some sort of Clive Owen interwebs scandal flick, I ask her to clarify. Lo and behold, there is a professional picture of my son with Chris Evans on socialite life dot com or something or other.
This continues for the next few days, with new pictures of him springing up on various sites. I even broke down and went to a Chris Evans fan page to see if there were pics.
There were.