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WANDA AND PIETRO continued to play with their toys, despite the fact Amber had fallen asleep beside them. They could hear the clink and clatter of utensils from the kitchen, signalling that their father was setting the table for dinner as their mother was most likely finishing the food in the pot.

Suddenly, A loud shriek erupted from the streets below, making a very drowsy, Amber stir from her nap, and look to her siblings in confusion. Amber looked up at Pietro her eyes widening in mild fright, and out of instinct, Pietro reassuringly ran his hand through her hair. Amber cuddled up closer to Pietro to try block out the sound, pressing her doll against one ear and burying the other in Pietros shoulder. As the screams continued to get louder and louder, Wanda and Pietro looked towards the window, too afraid to look outside, in fear they may see the horrors below.

"What do you think is happening?" Wanda asked timidly, her thick Sokovian accent lacing her tone.

"It's just a riot" Pietro tried to reassure the two, one arm was already wrapped around Amber so he wrapped his other around Wanda, protectively, although he sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

"AMBER, PIETRO, WANDA-" their mother called out but was abruptly cut off by a loud bang as the whole apartment shook. It was as if an extremely powerful earthquake was hitting. Amber could hear her mothers bloodcurdling screams, soon joined by the yells of their father.

As the walls began to crumble Pietro grabbed the two girls and rolled them under his bed. Amber looked fearfully at what laid ahead of them. Where the kitchen was once situated to be a huge hole now stood in its place. All of their furniture had fallen into the large sinkhole and their parents were no where in sight.

Amber choked back a sob burying her head into Pietro's chest in despair, hoping this was just a horrible nightmare. The girl clutches her ears in pain, as a ringing refused to quieten down. Pietro stared solemnly at what used to be their small apartment and Wanda had tears running down her face.

It was like time stopped when another bomb landed meters away from the bed they were huddled under. Amber was pulled even closer to the twins, being forced to look away from it, but she caught one word.

Stark.

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THREE DAYS HAD PASSED since the bomb had landed. Yet the siblings did not move an inch, Fearing the bomb that loomed in front of them would explode. Every shift in the rubble, they expected it to blow. It had been three days since they'd slept and eaten. Luckily Pietro had managed to locate a small, lukewarm bottle of water that they had drunk from.