Welcome To Marvel/ It's A War

Chapter 1: Note the Sarcasm

Courtney's POV

"I'm going to kill you! I swear, Damian! I'll drown you in a toilet!" I shouted, chasing after one of the local thieves.

He cackled and ran, clutching my favorite book in his hand.

I growled when he got too far away and huffed, running a hand through my light reddish hair.

I swear if Damian steals one more thing from me, even temporarily, I'm going to kill him.

Oh wait, hold on. I got ahead of myself.

My name is Courtney Wilson and I'm a homeless girl thriving in the streets of New York. And by thriving, I mean I have two clingy boys who love to torment me, but not much else.

I don't remember where I came from, or any of my past save for a few dreams I can never remember and my name.

The first thing I can remember was about two years ago in an alley dumpster, waking up to the smell of trash and two bright young theives digging through my empty pockets.

After that day, we've stuck together. They steal, and I do whatever else they need me for. But not stealing. I never felt comfortable with that, plus, I suck at it.

Damian is one of the boys, he's seven, and his twin brother, Jake, is a sweetheart. I don't know why their parents gave the two away, they are amazing. Slighly annoying, but amazing nonetheless.

"You're not actually going to kill him are you?" Jake asked worriedly, looking up at me with his bright brown eyes.

"Unfortunately." I joked.

He rolled his eyes and went back to playing with a small toy truck that Damian stole him for their birthday.

We even spray painted it with some random graffiti spray paint we found so that it was custom.

I sat down on my bench, where I had previously been trying to read and watched the playground full of kids.

Nobody ever came to play with Damian or Jake, probably because of their stained clothes, worn shoes, and dirty faces. Even innocent children judge each other for how they look.

I heard a thump behind me and saw my book land on the other side of the bench. Damian smiled sheepishly and I raised an eyebrow.

"I decided that living a few more years would be more exciting than stealing your book." He admitted.

"Smart move." I told him as I grabbed it.

He grinned and took off towards the playground, immediately going for the monkey bars.

A few of the parents around glared at him and me, disgust on their faces.

I glared right back at them and sat up a little taller.

I'm fourteen, but the grime can sometimes make me look like an adult. Today is one of those days.

I turned around and scanned the area anyway, looking out for police. I would rather not get caught today. Or ever.

Suddenly, a something large and dark came flying towards the playground, slamming into the slide, where luckily, none of the kids were at.

The ground trembled, making me stumble towards Jake.

He screamed, pointing at the monster and clutching my leg fearfully.

It was giant and leathery, brown and covered in wrinkles. Yet it was also full of muscles and over 9 feet tall.

I shook away my fright when I noticed it bare it's fangs and growl, looking down at a group of kids, cuddling together at it's feet, every single one of them crying.