Chapter 2

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I do not own any of the characters, only the orphans, unless stated otherwise.

Harley P.O.V, Stark Tower Penthouse.

"Oh look who finally came out of their caves." Uncle Sam sniggers as Tony and I walk out of the elevator from working in the lab all day.

"Oh missed me?" I say as I roll my eyes. I sit down on the couch near Morgan, who was watching Moana with some of the others. "Steve is cooking." Bucky gushed. He loved Steve's spaghetti, and they didn't get it a lot.

"Ok, everybody into the dining room please." Steve called from the kitchen, "Dinner is ready!" he continued. 

Morgan, Bucky, Sam and Clint jumped up quickly and raced to the dining room. Aunt Natasha, Wanda, Vision, Bruce and I took our time.

The dining room was quiet big, the chairs were white and the table was long. It had windows showing the darkening city outside.

Some chairs were empty because Scott and Thor weren't here.

In the middle of eating, some of the Avengers were having small talk, but they were mostly eating. Then Morgan speaks up, "Guyss.." She gets everybody's attention. "Yes Mor?" Tony tiredly asks.

"I want another brother." 

I gasp and dramatically put my hand to my chest. "Am I not enough for you?" I fake cry.

"No.. I just want another brother-" 

Steve sighs. "We'll think about it Morgan. Ok?" 

The 9 year old just hums in response and starts shoving food into her mouth again. "I need to talk to you after dinner Tony." Steve whispers and Tony just nods slightly.

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Third Person P.O.V

"What's up steve?" Tony asks, sitting on their bed. 

Steve runs his hand through his hair then answers, "Do you want to adopt another kid?" 

Tony looks quiet shocked but then recovers. He sighs, thinking for a moment. "Well why not? But they need to be past ten years old, we don't have time to look after a toddler or something." Steve nods, understanding what Tony means. "Ok. Just give it more thought. Another kid is a big responsibility." And with that, they both went to bed. 

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The next day, Ophanage.

Peter P.O.V

I wake up to voices, it was 5:30 am. Time for the older kids to do their chores, the younger kids awake at 7 am. Because they get adopted, unlike the older useless kids, so they need to look good. 

I attempt to stand up, but my body aches from last night and I stumble to the floor. 

"Wow you good Pete?" I look up to see Marcus with his girlfriend, who probably snuck in, her name is Daisy. She has black hairel eyes and tan skin. She isn't an orphan but she sneaks in at night to see Marcus, she's also really kind.

"Mhmm, yeah." I mumble as Marcus grabs my hand and pulls me up. 

"Peter what happened? You look horrible." Daisy gasps, worry crosses her face. "I'm ok, Day. Don't worry about me." I force a smile and then head to the bathroom. 

I close the door and slide down, digging my face in my hands. 

I already know what I look like, I my face and neck were covered in hickeys, bruises and dried blood. Though, as much as my body aches, I get changed into an over-sized, faded, black Mickey Mouse shirt. Along a red hoodie, ripped black jeans and some small, dirty, white shoes.

I walk out of the door, to see Daisy climbing out of the pecking Marcus on the lips and starting to head out of the window. 

"See you Day!" I wave and she smiles and waves back. "See ya Pete!" 

"Ok. Let's start moving on with these chores ok!" Marcus yells with fake enthusiasm. I just nod and head out the door with cleaning supplies. 

Marcus starts cooking, sneaking us some breakfast as we're only allowed lunch and dinner. The breakfast is for kids under the age of ten, once you're older you only get lunch and, if you're lucky, some dinner. 

I'm always hungry, but I usually get some food while on patrol from some people I save, or help. 

Then I start whipping down all of the tables and pictures hung on the wall. 

Ms. Veggie, another owner who's barely home, walks downstairs. Her punishments aren't as extreme or violent as Mr. Will's, if we get something wrong, she'll just hit us a few and then leave to do what she wants to. She hates that I'm bisexual, though, so I usually get it worst than the others. 

The two owners always say how disgusting it is to be bi, gay, pan, etc. Even though Mr Will uses my body to please himself. He doesn't care if he's too rough, he doesn't care if it hurts, he doesn't care that it's fucked up, he doesn't care if I hate it, he doesn't care.

I go into another hall, away from her, but closer to Mr Will's room. I start cleaning the unique objects that are set on tables and walls. They are all up to about 5 dollars, because they don't want to spend too much money on some trash. They only have it so they look presentable and clean to the guests.

I miss an object that I literally cleaned yesterday. I didn't notice until I heard the deep, croaky voice that I fear behind me. "You missed a spot. You must be punished." I freeze. My heart sinking inside of me.

He starts lightly touching me, just barely grazing my skin. Then he grabs onto my hips in swiftly turns me around. 

I look up to see his ugly face, that I've feared ever since I've been here. He roughly attaches his dry, chapped lips onto mine. He adds his tounge and it adventures around my mouth. 

Tears start filling my eyes as his hands slide down my back and into my jeans. Then he grabs my shoulder and pushes my into his room. I fall onto his bed as he gets a knife and starts undoing our clothing. I try to kick and punch him, but my body screamed in pain as he starts drawing on my back with a knife.

Then he starts to force himself on top of me.

Third Person P.O.V

All you could hear from the outside of the room that morning were screams in pain as the man entered the fourteen, as he dug the knife into the boy, as he touched him where he didn't want to be touched, as he forced his manhood into the teenager's mouth.

Marcus. He knew what was happening to Peter, but he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't tell the police, he didn't even have a phone. He couldn't tell Daisy, because he didn't know if Peter would want that. He couldn't run and ask somebody for help, you're only allowed out when one of the owners are with you.

All the kids were homeschooled, too, and though Peter wasn't there for most of the lessons, he seemed to know everything.

Marcus hoped that they would all get adopted, or at least somebody to help them one of these days. But for now, they were stuck in this dreadful, disgusting orphanage.



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