It all started that day at the downtown market in Sokovia. I had decided to race my brother from the market home. I began to run as I said go and I stole an Apple and some bread for dinner. Our family couldn't afford much so bread from the market was a treat. We often got in trouble by the police for stealing it though.
At home we ate our small dinner of vegetable and gray water stew with a paper thin slice of bread and I split my Apple. We sit down to play cards when the apartment shakes uncontrollably. "Kids under the bed!" I begin to sob as my brother tanks me under the small cot in the corner of our room. Boom! A bomb hits and explodes with an unsteadying amount of force. It pulls our parents down into the floor below. "Mommy Daddy!" I scream while crying. They lie there lifelessly on the tile floor below. I know they're dead but I can't help but hope they are okay. More shaking and another bomb drops through the ceiling but it doesn't go off. We wait, it's like we are waiting for death to come take us by the hand and pull us down or fly us up, I don't know which. 3 minutes and still nothing. A pole is poking into my rib. It hurts terribly but I'm too afraid to move. If I do it might happen that the bomb goes off and we both die. After a day we rise from the rubble and climb out of the collapsed apartment building leaving behind fear and taking little sorrow. Our parents have just died. It's hard to let go of that. A glimmering bomb shell sits in the center of the city. It's a glossy red and it has large white letters painted to the side. Stark.
It had been 4 years since the bombs and since then we'd been visiting all the riots against Stark. We had no official home. Only a small underground dug out one of the bombs made. It had a bed and an old cooler that contained a quarter of an apple. Life was not good for us. Memories of my dead parents haunted me in my sleep.
Pietro came home one day with a newspaper that he stole from a rich man who sold iron for a living. It said how a man under the name Baron Von Strucker was looking for pupils to run tests on to become mutants. Below, in very fine print, it said to proceed this offering with caution and that out of 90 people who tried these experiments no one had survived the tests. Although it sounded sketchy, I wanted in. I wanted to avenge mommy and daddy by killing Stark. At all costs. Even death. "Pietro, I want to do this. For mommy and daddy." He nods but I can see the fear in his eyes. He fears for my safety which makes me worried but I won't back down. No matter what I wanted to avenge mommy and daddy.
