Pietro leaned his head against the cool glass window of the black car he was in. It was dark and raining outside, just like that day so long ago. Painfull memories flashed before his eyes, his sisters pleas nearly deafening. A tear escaped his control, gently rolling down his cheek.
The car stopped in fornt of a faily large house in a nice neighborhood. So this is it. he thought. This is the foster home. He was ushered out of the car and forced up the front steppes to the front door as the social services lady rang the door bell. A large man opened the door. He wore a grey t-shirt and jeans, a broad smile on his face. His brown hair was streaked with grey and his eyes looked dull. His voice sounded cheery as he welcomed them.
"Hey! Good to see you. Please, come in, come in." So he entered the home, gazing around, proccessing his surroundings. He had been in and out of many foster homes before he had joined the brotherhood, and he had a system that he went through when the homes changed. First, notice your surroundings. The way a house looked could clue you in on what the family was like. The entrance was pretty large, with hard wood floors. Some stairs were right in front of him, leading up to the second floor where there was a balcony type area. Most of that area was taken up by a office. To his left was what must have been the dining room, but it was made into a toy room, buckets of the things lining the wall as well as a toy kitchen, a train table (at least, he guessed that that was what it was. All the pieces appeared to be missing) and a crib.
The man lead them down a short hallway and into the living room. This place had carpet, but it was the short industrial carpet. Interesting. The room had a leather couch and recliner with square coffe table inbetween. On the wall hung a TV. There was also a fire place, though it looked like the only use it got was stashing things on its mantles, mostly books and plant, all a jumbled mess. To the left was a small kitchen. The floor tiles were cracked in several places, some were taped in a failed attempt to keep them together. To the right of the kitchen was a large set of windows that were covered wight curtains. In front of the window was a table and chairs. At the back of the kitchen was another door that led to the make shift toy room.
He sat on the couch as the man and lady talked about him. That was always the worst part, being talked about like you weren't there. He sighed and sat down his duffle bag of stuff. He wondered where all the kids were. It was obviouse that there was at least two of them runnign around, but they were no where to be seen. He was brought out of his thoughts by some one calling him. "Why don,t you come and sit over here with us, Pietro." said the man from the kitchen table. He shrugged adn sat with them.
"I'm Joe, by the way. Joe McBurrun." said the man, offering his hand. Pietro shook it.
"Pietro Maximoff." he mumbled in reply. The man, Joe, smiled.
"Nice to meet ya, Pietro." he said as another woman came in. She had red hair that was obviously died that color. The roots were grey. She wore a red t-shirt and kahkis. "And this is my wife, Darcey." said the man gesturing to the woman. Pietro waved at her. She smiled in return, sitting next to the social security woman.
"So, son." said Joe "Into any sports?"
"i've been playing basketball since middle school." He informed them. "I was on the team in my last school. Joe nodded.
"I was never a sports person myself." he admitted with a sly grin. "any other hobbies?" He shrugged, bringing an end to the conversation. That,s part two of his sytem, answer any questions truthfully, but don't give away too much. Joe just shrugged himself. Darcey and the lady were talking between themselves whilr Joe had questioned him, and now appeared to be done. The lady got up with a smile, blabbering about leaving and seeing you later and a bunch of crap like that.
Once she was out the front door, he expected the nice act the McBerruns were putting up to end, but they cotinued to be nice to him. Darcey led him downstairs into the basement where his room would be. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, they were met with another kitchen. Must have been two seperate apartments once. he thought to the right of the kitchen was the bathroom and slightly to the left and in front of him was the door to his bedroom.
It was kind of small, but in a cozy way. There was a bed made up nicely, a desk, chair, dresser, and some shelves. He put his duffle bag onto the bed before Darcey continued the tour of downstairs.
Past the kitchen was another living room, much larger than the one upstairs. The far end had a TV like the one upstairs with a couch and recliner in front of it. The end closest to the kitchen held another couch with a coffe table in front of it. There was a bucket of toys and shelves stuffed with board games. There was a glass sliding door to the laft that led to the backyard and to the right wa another bedroom. The door had a sign on it that read Angel's Room knock before entering. He noted this before Darcey led him back upstairs. The rest of the main floor consisted of a laundery room, bathroom, and the door to the garage, and a office space made into a bedroom with curtains covering the glass doors.
The second floor had a plusher carpet then the other two floors. The office space was kind of cluttered in a busy way. To the left and past the office was the doors to Joe and Darcey's room. To the right was a small hallway leading to two more bedrooms and a bathroom. Once the tour was done, he was told that he could go back to his room and unwind till diner in roughly an hour.
He trugged down stairs and collapsed onto his bed. He was told that all the other kids went to the park. He would meet them at diner. He wasn't looking forward to it. He sighed, thinking about how all the others were doing. Toad was probably lost without him, surrounded by people he didn't know. He wondered if Wanda's foster family woud be able to control her anger and if Blob's family would give him enough to eat. Out of all of them, Lance was probably doing the best. He was always the calmest of all of them. He sighed again. God, how much he missed them.
