Chapter 2: Odd Childhood

Chapter 2: Odd Childhood

2000

New York City, Lower East Side

Solomon Institute Foster Home

2 years later

Being a baby again sucked. Having to rely on someone for your every waking need was not fun, and Tony wasn't exactly a doting father either. He would often leave me in the care of Jack, my foster brother who was older than me by four years, and Jeanne who was in her early teens and was Tony's real daughter.

When I finally turned 5 and was able to walk on my own with no problems, I started to sneak away from them to explore the house for more info on where I was.

Initially, my search was a bust, being the early 2000's there wasn't a computer or smartphone in sight. But checking Tony's room did yield me a little insight into what my caretaker got up to in his day-to-day.

His closet held a literal arsenal and was stacked with all kinds of pistols, rifles, and knives. He even had a sword and shield hanging in the back.

Under his bed was a backpack filled with different passports and money. I was tempted to take a few bills for myself or maybe even a gun, you know for protection. But my better judgment won out, a five-year-old with a stack of bills and a Glock hanging out his diaper definitely wasn't a smart look.

I put everything back where it was and left Tony's room. From what I found I came to the conclusion that my foster father has to either be a hitman or some kind of spy. But why did a hitman/spy need to run a foster home? At least he's not a creep or trying to torture us...for now. But what that meant for me and my future, I have no idea.

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Tony just nodded, "How is Jack's training coming along?"

Jeanne hesitated for a second, "He is...proficient. Nothing special but usable."

Tony nodded again then gave a scrutinizing look to me, who was trying to keep the oblivious childish smile on my face while I also panicked inside after hearing the crazy shit they were talking about casually.

"It's almost time to start the boy's training. See to it that he knows the basics before coming to me."

Jeanne gave a trepidatious nod to her father and then looked at me with a bit of guilt reflected in her eyes. She turned back to him just as he turned to leave.

"C-Couldn't we let him be a kid for just.. a little while longer?" She asked nervously.

Tony's back stiffened and without turning back to face he asked "Have you forgotten our cause girl?"

His tone was ice cold leaving no room for doubt anywhere near him.

Jeanne lowered her head and weakly called out "No father.... Hail Hydra."

I AM SO FUCKED.

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