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-A Father Figure-
OC: Erin
"It's your fault!" He stabbed the man again.
"You killed them!" He screamed over and over again.
The man threw him off, and Erin's head smacked the concrete floor, dazing him.
"And now I can finish the job!" The man loomed over him.
"You should know better by now, Er-" he was knocked away as Steve rammed into him.
"Stand down!" Steve pinned the struggling man down.
"You okay?" Bruce helped him up carefully.
"I..." Erin couldn't make the words come out.
His world spun, and the light changed violently.
"I've got him." Steve picked the boy up, holding him as if he were a small child.
Erin held onto him tightly, grabbing his shirt.
"Why'd they have to die?!" He sobbed, burying his face I'm the man's shoulder.
"I don't know. My mom was killed by the Germans."
Erin stormed into the room, his hair still dripping and plastered to his face.
"Emily!" He threw the shirt he held in his hands at the girl on the couch.
"You replaced my shirt with THAT!"
She laughed. "I thought you wanted cover."
"Not from that!" He ran in the direction of his room.
He flopped down on the bed.
"Great. Now everyone saw."
Someone knocked on the door.
"Go away!" He threw a shoe at it, just for good measure.
"Erin..." Steve was leaning against the doorframe.
"Erin...can I talk to you for a minute?"
Erin threw the door open.
"You have one minute."
"Where'd you get those scars?"
Erin froze.
"W-what scars?"
"The ones on your back."
Erin squeezed his eyes shut as the horrific memory came back to him.
"D...dad was drunk one night. Then...o-on the night he hurt m-mom..." His body shook and he gripped the frame of the door, the wood splintering and cracking under his fingertips.
Steve pulled him into a hug.
"You don't have to hide, Erin."