Chapter 1: A...Baby?!

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(this story has the reader as female, i'll post a new story of this but edited with gender neutral stuff, if requested :D)
(E/C = Eye colour)
(Y/N = Your name)
(H/C = Hair colour)
(S/C = Skin colour)
(H/L = Hair length)
(H/T = Hair texture)

Tankman P.O.V

Me and Steve were exploring a destroyed building, we suspect that some Henchmen are hiding here.

I hear a quiet whining noise in a room at the end of a dirty hallway.

"Capt'n?", Steve asks.
"Yes Steve?"
"Did you hear that?"
"I did, i'll go investigate, you watch our backs.", I order.
"Okay..", Steve replies nervously.

I slowly approach the door, the whining becoming more clearly sounding like..A infant crying? No..That can't be right. It's probably just an animal.
I open the door slowly, as not to alert anything, or anyone. The door creaks, it being damaged and old.

"WAHHHHH, WAHHHHH", I hear, it's coming from a pile of three rotting bodies. "Ugh, that stinks!", Says Steve, pinching his nose. I roll my eyes at him, "You get used to it."

I slowly approach the pile, Steve staying in the doorway, making sure no one is sneaking up on us. The crying getting louder, and louder.
I kneel down next to two bodies, one looks like it's holding something. Their arm is also moving..

I roll the body over, and see...

"Steve. Come and see this!", I say as i pick up- "What's wron- IS THAT A BABY??!!", Steve shouts, running over to me.

I look down at the small baby in my arms, her crying has stopped, her big (E/C) eyes staring at me as she sniffles. Her pink, bunny designed, onesie stained by the blood of her parents. I feel an overwhelming amount of need to protect this child.

"I'm keeping her. I think (Y/N) suits her.", I say.

Steve stands next to me, looking down at the baby. He looks to the bodies next to me. "They must of been the kids parents..", He says sadly.

I look at the body that was holding (Y/N). They have the same (H/C) hair and (S/C) skin.
I look down sympathetically at (Y/N). I tuck a strand of her (H/L) (H/T) hair texture) (H/C) hair behind her ear.

"Capt'n, uhm, can i help look after her too?", Steve asks sheepishly.

"Sure. Let's get out of here."
"Ok Capt'n."

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