Running Before I Walk

When you're born with one leg, stolen from your hospital crib with hundred's of other children and you become the colonel of a child soldier army, the press call you a monster. Yet when you reveal what actually happened within the walls of the abandoned warehouses the 'lost generation' were kept in, you become a hero. And how does that even matter? You had to go through harsh memories of unimaginable times, so some gossip hungry reporters could get two days of news from you? That's no way to spend an adolescence.

Tyler didn't have a great upbringing. It's all made worse when an attack on shield goes bad and he ends up separated from those he grew up with, placed in the care of some stupid wannabe superheroes calling themselves the Avengers. And they weren't even all there. Typical.

Little thing I'm writing for fun, hopefully it'll be good. It's gonna be sad at the end, of course. When do I ever write a happy ending anyway?