How it came to be. {UNDER REVISIONS__ WILL BE CONTINUED AFTER I FIX THIS SHIT}

You know who you are

When we got back Clint was already in the living room.
"I thought you wheren't coming back till tomorrow." I said as I walked in with the box.
"Fury told me what happened."
"How did he know?" Steve asked.
"Fury knows all." Tony said in a mysterious way leaning in and wiggling his fingers.
"What's in the box?" Clint asked ignoring Tony.
"We don't know."
"Lets crack this bad boy open." Tony said while threatenly holding a screw driver.

        We set the box on the coffee stand and we sat around it. I picked up the box and opened it with ease. Inside the box was a locket on top of a framed photograph. I picked up the locket and opened the pendent. As soon as I saw the picture I dropped the necklace.
"What is it?" Clint asked as Steve picked it up.
"A picture of my brother." I said. It had to have been taken merely weeks before I killed him. After a pause Tony spoke up.
"Well that's just fucked up." He framed photo was my first and last family photo. A handsome red head man with brown eyes and a beautiful blond green eyed woman both holding a red haired child, stared back at me. The man, my father, was holding a little girl, about four with green eyes, me, and my mother held a newborn boy with brown eyes.
Steve examined the box a little closer and noted, "The compartment looks a little too small for the box." How did I not notice that before. I leaned in and looked at the empty compartment closer. I noticed the edge of the red lining was loose. With desperation to find more I peeled the lining back. With horror I found myself staring at a Soviet Union flag with you know who you are and what you've done written on it.