That orphan kid

He remembers

It's short, ik...

⚠️Small announcement⚠️

School strated today so I'm going to update every Monday, now you can enjoy this shortest part ever.

~Sayonara!

Little boy is waiting for his mommy and daddy to come home. The boy was staying with his aunt and uncle since his parents left him because of their job. The little boy watched every plane with excitement. He waited and waited and waited, but his parents were nowhere to be found.

"Come on, kid. We have to tell you something." The older man said as he lifted him. His expression was sad, his bottom lip was trembling and his eyes were glassy.

"Where is momma?" The boy asked with questioning expression.

"They, they still have to do something. They're not coming back, honey." His aunt explained with small sad smile.

"They don't love us anymore?" The boy asked confused.

"Of course they do, but, um… Their plane won't let them go back to us, y'know?" His uncle explained.

"Do you want something?" The lady asked.

"Ice cream!" Small boy exclaimed with a big smile on his face.

Little did Peter know that his parents died in a plane crash.

A little boy was coming home from school with his Aunt. First day at school was fun for him, even if he didn't make any friends.

His uncle and aunt promised him that they'll go buy ice cream after school. His uncle was taking the day off that day so he could go out with his family.

As they arrived to the apartments, they stopped in shock. The building was on fire.

"Honey, wait here. I'll get uncle Ben and everything will be alright, okay?" She smiled before she left the boy, he was sitting alone on a bench. The boy was crying, he didn't want to be alone. It scared him, but before he knew it, the whole building exploded.

"Oh, hey there." A fireman said. "What's your name?"

"P-Peter Parker, sir." Peter sobbed.

"C'mon, we'll find you a new home."

"Oh my god." Wanda gasped.

"What? What did you-"

Natasha was cut off by scream. It was Peter's scream. His breathing was heavy and his forehead was sweaty.

"I'm here-we're here, Pete. Calm down." Natasha hugged him. So did Clint and Wanda.

"What did you see?" Natasha asked after Peter fell asleep again. They left him inside his room, alone.

"I saw him as a small boy. With his aunt and uncle, he-they were waiting for his parents, but-but they didn't come. They died Natasha! And than. He was coming home with his aunt as a bit older boy, but yet still small. Anyone could lift him. When they arrived, their apartment was set in a fire. She ran into, she wanted to save her husband, but it-it-" Wanda could finish it. Imagine of exploding building flew through her mind.

"It's okay, at least, he remembers something." Natasha gave Wanda a tired smile.

"Can he somehow remember… us?" Clint asked hopefully, but his expression was hopeless like never before.

"Yes, I can show him his memories with you-us, but now I think he needs to rest. I would also be sad if someone were to show me my memories about my dead parents or my dead brother." Wanda teared up a bit when she talked about her brother, but that was understandment.

"I think we can take day off, what do you think?" Clint smiled.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Natasha smiled back and pulled him into a hug. "You know I love you?"

"Of course I do."