A child from the red room

Chapter 2

It was a month later, and Peter was once again with the Parkers as Bucky and Nat were away in Africa for their honeymoon. However, this time, when they arrived at the house, Peter was not there. Neither were the parkers. Storming into Shield headquarters and Fury’s office, they were informed that the Parkers were dead, and their son was labelled as missing.

It had been two years since the kidnapping, and Natasha still woke up screaming due to nightmares. The avengers still didn’t know about the child as the couple didn’t wish to discuss it since it caused them great pain to think about the baby they lost. They still look for him to this day but were never able to find any trace of him. They still did their missions, but Peter was always in the back of their minds. This was what Nat was doing at this moment; she was walking back from a mission but suddenly heard yelling, screaming, and crying from down a nearby alleyway. As she walked closer, she made sure that she could not be seen and slipped into the ally. There, she found what appeared to be three men yelling and beating a little boy of maybe one or two years of age. It disgusted her beyond belief, the fact that someone could do that to a small and innocent child. Walking over to the men, she attacked them and knocked them to the floor. As they fell unconscious, the screams of the little boy in front of her only quietened slightly. Slowly, she approached the little boy, being careful not to scare him even further. Carefully, she pulled a needle out of her pocket and injected it into the small boy’s thigh. After he fell asleep, she examined him for injuries. He only appeared to have minor injuries, but she decided to take him back to the tower with her since she could check him properly there. When they got there, the tower was empty, thankfully. The last thing she needed was to scare the poor child any further. Careful, she continued walking with him till she arrived at the medbay. Gently, she placed him down on one of the small beds in the room and covered him up in a thick fur blanket. Since the blanket was soft, she hoped that it wouldn't wake him up and that it would make him a bit more comfortable when he woke up. Picking up the machine, she gave him an x-ray, which thankfully revealed that he doesn't have any broken bones. She noticed that his ankle was sprained and that he had a couple of cuts and bruises, but it wasn't anything too bad. She put little plasters on his cuts and wrapped his ankle in a little bandage. He looked adorable with a little plaster on his forehead and a little bandage on his ankle. Of course, she didn't like seeing such a small child hurt at all, but still, though, he looked very cute. The child reminded her of a small puppy. Little hazel doe eyes and soft curly chocolate hair. A few tears fell down her face, and he reminded her of her own baby boy.