Yep, definitely Loki's kid.

Chapter 14: The Broken Vase

Trigger Warnings: Emotional and physical abuse

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Later that night, after brutally murdering Pietro and finally getting an energy drink, and then going back to the lab to continue to work, we finally wrap up for the night and I and Peter prepare to head home. I made a decent amount of progress on my prosthetic project, which I showed Tony and he was very impressed, and Peter continued to ironically help work on the Spiderman suit.

After walking with Peter for the majority of the way we eventually have to split off in different directions, I eventually get to the front steps of the orphanage. Even before I am able to open the doors, I can already hear the shouting that is coming from the inside. I quickly push the doors open, my protective instincts already kicking in.

(Abuse warning starts here)

"Don't lie to me, I know you did it!" I hear Ms. Santina's shrill scream coming from the other end of the hall and I rush over in the same direction.

"We are sorry Miss, we really didn't mean to." Come Anthony and Sebastian's small scared voices.

"You ungrateful careless brats! Do you know how much this vase cost me?! You will pay for this!"

I rush into view to see a broken vase smashed on the ground with a very angry Ms. Santina towering over the two cowering boys, but what scares me the most about the scene is how Ms. Santina's hand raises in intent to bring it down on the two shaking boys. Within less than a second I speed over to stand between her and my siblings.

"Don't you fucking dare lay a hand on them," I say with an icy cold tone with an equally harsh glare to match as I push her back.

"You bitch!" She tries to push me to the side to get to the trembling Anthony and Sebastian, but I grab her and push her to the floor. I hastily motion for my two siblings to run off while she is still down and they thankfully do.

When Satan stands back up again her face is burning with fury, but I speak again, desperate to not allow my siblings to be the target of that fury. "It is my fault, I knocked over the vase this morning and did not have time to clean it up. I'm sorry ma'am." I say as convincingly as I can.

"You did this?" She asks with a sickening grin.

"Yes ma'am."

"Pick it up."

I turn to go get a broom to clean it up, but Satan quickly grabs my arm pulling me back and pushing me to the floor while smiling her toothy rotten grin.

"No, I said pick it up."

I realize what she wants and get down on my knees where I then start to pick up all the small pieces of the shattered vase with my hands. I collect every single piece possible and when I am finished, Satan still standing over me and watching the entire time, my hands are covered with cuts littering my hands.

Satan pulls me up from the ground and without words, she starts to roughly drag me by the wrist in the direction of the basement. My skin pricks and I shiver in anticipation of what is to come. When she brings me down to the basement it is never good.

She practically pushes me down the stairs, causing me to stumble down them barely keeping myself from falling face-first the whole time. The moment we get to the bottom step, she brings her foot to my lower back in a hard kick causing me to crumple and fall to the floor. I stay on the ground, it doesn't count to get up, I would just be back here a moment later. Through the hair that has fallen in front of my face, I watch Satan stalk toward me with a grin that makes me sick to my stomach.