"Father! No!"

Xiang Yinsen watched his older brother drop to his knees sobbing, he had never seen his big brother cry, not when Mother died, not when Honorable older sister died, and not even when Little sister died. So why was father any different?

He had never met Ho Yinsen but Huang Fu had, big brother had met everyone in their family but now they were street orphans, street rats, living alone on the streets of Beijing.

Mother, her name had been Chun Ho, she'd died giving birth to Little sister. They had grown up in China and father had gone to Afghanistan for business many times, they never thought he would die. Then he disappeared when Xiang was four days old, he never saw his youngest daughter or his youngest son. They had just waited for him to be pronounced dead.

Honorable older sister, her name was Ai, had stretched herself thin in order to take care of them. She had been four years older than Huang Fu when she died. They claimed it was a work accident but Huang Fu knew better, Ai had barely been eating in order to feed them, she had probably gotten dizzy and fallen. He took her death hard, yet he didn't cry.

Little sister didn't have a name, she had died only days after her birth. Huang Fu had wanted to name her after their mother but she hadn't lived long enough. Xiang assumed that after all the deaths that Huang Fu had held out a tiny sliver of hope that Father would come back for them, but he didn't, Father was dead.

Now it was official, Huang Fu aged eleven and Xiang aged five were alone in the world and nobody cared. Little did they known that their Father had been misinformed, someone had told them that all of his family was dead.

They conveniently forgot to tell him that his two boy's were still alive, while he was in Afghanistan, giving his life to save Tony Stark.

-TimeSkip(5Years)-

Huang Fu was exhausted as he trudged into the tiny one roomed apartment that was the biggest thing he could manage to by on his small salary.

Even after he worked two jobs into the wee hours of the night they still could only just get by, Xiang was too young to work and as a sixteen year old, so was Huang Fu but he lied on the forms. He wasn't proud of it, but at least he and his little brother wouldn't starve.

"Huang Fu! You can't keep doing this!"

Xiang snapped as the ten year old leapt up from making tea in the corner. He took in the exhausted look on his big brother's face and the slumped way he carried himself and he realized how exhausted he must've been.

Huang Fu smiled apologetically at his little brother before collapsing on their shared pallet and curling up to sleep. He let a small moan escape his lips and was soon asleep. Xiang sighed and put the watery soup he'd made for his brother into their small fridge. Then he turned off the lights and curled up with his older brother.

Xiang may have been only ten but he knew his brother was working himself into the ground. He couldn't keep this up, they needed to find help.

Maybe one of their Father's friends could take them in for a while or maybe they'd have a better chance in a different country. Somewhere.

The moment Huang Fu woke up the next morning, Xiang was already up and he crossed his arms as he looked at his brother.

"We have to leave! There are more job openings in America then there are in Beijing! Especially for kids like us!"

Xiang cried and was surprised as his brother started laughing. Huang Fu walked over to the pallet and whipped a pair of tickets for a plane to America. They were the cheapest ones he could find but they ended up costing them almost all of the savings they had. Xiang smiled at his older brother and threw his arms around Hung Fu's middle.

"It was meant to be a surprise."

He said, happily as he rubbed his little brother's back as he clung to him.

-TimeSkip-

The moment they got off the plane in America they were so confused, everyone was so tightly packed in this city of New York. It was like Beijing in some ways but in others it was completely alien to them. These people knocked into each other but they didn't seem to care, nobody bowed and apologized. They were so lucky that they had learned English in school.

When they bumped into people they would bow and apologize but they they got odd stares from the people they bumped into and the people who saw. They soon realized that they didn't belong here, they were just sore thumbs.

While Huang Fu was lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the black Mercedes that was flying down the street. Xiang screamed from the side walk and Huang Fu turned to see a car nearly hit him but it stopped mere inches away.

"Kid? Are you okay? What's your name?"

Asked a dark haired goateed man who blinked at him in concern. Along with a blond man who got out with him. Xiang ran over from the sidewalk and threw his arms around his brother in terror. He whimpered and hugged Huang Fu tightly. He got to his feet and Xiang hid behind him.

"I'm fine. Guess that was a close call there, but totally my fault. I'm Huang Fu Yinsen, this is my little brother, Xiang."

He said smiling, sheepishly. Xiang glared at them, and the goateed man eyes' widened, stumbling backwards and falling into the blond man in surprise. Xiang tugged Huang Fu to his feet and yanking him away. But the goateed man grabbed his arm.

"Who's your father and where is he?"

He snapped and Huang Fu pushed Xiang behind him, looking at the man suspiciously.

"Ho Yinsen, he died in Afghanistan a long time ago."