From outside, a massive bombing- as if an ancient giant was stomping the Earth in rage, rumbled and sent shock-waves roaring over the trio. Each bombing sounded closer and closer, soon one would hit too close to home and the shelter the three were staying in would be destroyed. "You said you would never leave me."
It was true. Wanda had assured her younger brother for years after their parents died that she and Pietro would always be at his side, it crushed her to break her promise. But the twins did not have any other choice, and they strongly believed Al was too young to sign up for HYRDA. Pietro believed that HYRDA would stop the wars in the streets of Sovokia, and it would allow Al to finally have the childhood he deserved. As pieces of wood and metal flew from the constant impact of the bombs, Wanda bent down to be at eye-level with her younger brother. "You have to promise me you will stay in the shelter, and be safe." Her voice sounded faint in comparison to the loud chaos outside. "It will be alright in the end, bud. I promise you." Said Pietro, ruffling the small boy's hair. And so; Al took in the last look at the faces of his siblings before he would be left alone left in a world of war and death.
The days were lonely without Wanda and Pietro there with him. There was no Pietro to make him laugh, and no Wanda to be the loving mother that was taken from him far too early. Though he had met many other children in the shelter, nobody was comparable to his own brother and sister. He was just a child; but now he had to be the adult.