Peter is looking at the window. Bloody nose and a brusied eye. His torso hurting like hell. The owner of the orphanage gave him his dayly beat up. But it's okay, he got used to it.

He had a deal with the owner. He may have not being the oldest but he was smart and he knew je enjoy beating the little kids more than the oldest. So when he was 7 he told him he could do whatever he wanted with him but he would never touch the other kids. Dumb, i know.

He usually gets beat up 3 or 4 times a day. Suterdays night are the worst ones. The owner invite his friends and they touch him in his parts and make wierd noises. And they make him make wierd noises. He hates it and it hurts him a lot but he does it for the other kids.

The window is close, as all the other windows are. The rain fall and he has this feeling, the feeling he always has of depression. Looking at he window is a reminding of how he will never leave, he will never scape.

Peter feels a little hand touch his arm. He turns arround and sees this little girl amd an older one beside her. She has an ice pack on her hand. "You have to stop doing that" the older, Jessica, says. "What ever" I say looking at her in the eye amd taking the ice pack. "I would necer do it" the blond little girl.
"Well of course not cause you're gonna be a superstar and you can't take any chances with your perfect face, Patsy" I say smiling at her. "I told you don't call me 'Patsy' my name is Trish. T-R-I-S-H" she walks away mad. The whole room laughs.

They were at least 10 kids in the room. And only 6 beds so the 3 olders and Peter sleep in the floor. Ecxept when Peter feels bad-bad after a beating. The other nine year old gives him his bed.

The all get a long. None of them have any negative actions over the other cause they know they need each other to suevive.

The night goes as normal. The morning too.
All the kids have this internal clock. They know if they don't wake up before the sunrises they will get cold water in their bed and a beating.

So 4:30 am they were all awake doing the beds. Peter is hepling Wade, who he is secretly in love with, doing his. Cause he is awfull at it.

They all go downstairs and make the breakfast. Luke and Danny, the oldest, are doing the cofee and Jess and Gwen are setting tha table. Wade, Peter and Mary Jane are trying to get the kids seattle without much noise.
It's not that hard really, they knowbthe owner will kill them if he wakes up bc of the noise.

After breakfast they clean the place and Peter goes into the owner's office to get his morning beating check.
But he is interrupted by one of the workers. The only worker, that works at the reseption.
"I told you not to bother me while I'm with the kid!" Otto screamt at her.
"Sorry sir, but there are two mans here looking for adoption.
Otto sighs in frustration and leavs downatairs

Peter know he should go with him and get in line with all the other kids. But he knows he will never get adopted. No one wants a "little pice of shit like him".

He decudes to go to his hiding spot. He runs to his room and goes to the other nine year old kid's window.
Harry has one of the best beds and thats why he shears itvwith Peter.

Peter opens the window and scales tho the adge of the roof. His feets in the air waitong to see who the cuple take.

To his surprise they go out of the orphanage empty handed. No kid with them.
He sees the two men getting in the car and then one of them go out again to the door.

In that moment he reconize him. 'HE IS TONY FUCKING STARK' he thinks and in that moment lf amouse he almost falls downbthe roof and he ñets a little yell out.

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Okay:

Shortest chapter so far. I haven't had much time to write.

Sorry.

Do you like ir so far? What you think? Does it suck?
You know what better dont answer that.

Anyways, hope you like it.

Love, D&M
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