Hi guys, so although I have many a FanFiction in the works I decided to publish this one because I want to see where this goes and I have big plans for this story.
So the name is from a musical "Once on This Island". I was in it and I love the music from it. Just so you know Ti Moune is pronounced Tea Moon.
I do not own "Once on This Island" nor do I own anything from the Marvel universe.
So buckle up kiddies because mama's takin' you on a ride...
The freezing wind was swirling the snowflakes around. It was almost as if the snow was trying to dance. Winter was here in Sokovia and it the harshness of the Jack Frost never rested. The nipping of your nose was just the tip of the iceberg to describe how cold it was (pun intended). There was a light snow falling about and a mere dusting covered the cracked walkway of the street. It was a light snow that caked the ground. The said snow made a pleasant and slight crunch under your feet.
The pair that was walking paid no attention to the snow as they trudged through the said snow. The pair, the Maximoff twins walked down the dimly light street. The walked closely, trying to use each others body heat to warm their frozen bones.
The girl, Wanda had brown hair that slightly passed her shoulders, brown eyes, a fuller and palish face, and long limbs. She wore a a gray sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers.
The older boy, Pietro, had medium length brown hair, blue eyes, a chiseled and pale face, and long limbs. He too wore the same thing.
The two were on their way to Hydra's base. The wanted to help defeat Tony Stark in anyway they could. The two had hated Tony and the rest of the Avengers with a burning passion. The wanted the group to pay for their crimes.
Although the two were on high alert they did not notice a small shadow creeping towards them. The shadow was small, meaning that the thing causing the shadow was even smaller. What the twins didn't know was the object causing the shadow would literally hit the older male.
Just as Pietro put his foot down he felt a blow to his left shin. The male yelped in surprise, putting the female on alert. It wasn't that it hurt very much, he was just very surprised. From what Pietro could tell the object that hit him was small and the part that hit him was round.
The two scanned the area looking for the culprit. After overlooking the spot several times, Wanda noticed something by where the dumpster met the wall. The factor that made her notice it was the fact that it was shaking. Wanda got her twin's attention and pointed to the attacker. The pair slowly walked toward the attacker.
The attacker lashed out again but Pietro caught the object he was attacked with. It was a small, rusty hammer that had seen better days. He pulled the hammer from the attacker and it made a sob.
The attacker jumped up and tried to run away, but Wanda caught it's hand.
"No more bad men!" The attacker cried as it struggled. It had a high-pitched voice that fitted a small child. The attacker struggled and cried as Wanda pulled it toward the light. "Please, I's be good!" The attacker cried. Finally the twins saw who attacked Pietro and gasped.
The attacker was a small girl. She had black curls that were in serious need of care, a small button nose, and thin limbs. She was too thin for a child. Her clothes were caked with dirt so bad you couldn't tell what color they were. She looked so young, maybe three or four years of age. Her most prominent feature was her eyes; they were a stormy gray. Her eyes were filled with tears and her lip trembled. The attacker struggled to get out of Wanda's grasp. "Let mes go! I sor'! I's good I's p'omise!" The little girl began to sob as she shivered.
Wanda picked up the child and held the crying child to her chest. The girl was cold and without thinking Pietro took off his sweatshirt and wrapped it around the freezing girl. Wanda began to sing as she rocked the girl.
The little girl froze; she remembered a pretty lady blonde in a weird white dress doing this. She remembered the lady holding her whispering about how much she loved her. Wanda was also warm and soft like the lady. She knew that this was good because it happened before the bad men came. Anything that happened before the bad men came was good.
Once the girl calmed down Wanda softly said, "we're not going to hurt you, we'll be your friends."
The little girl sniffled and looked at Wanda, "p'omise?" She held out her tiny pinkie finger. The twins wrapped their fingers around the little girl's. The little girl looked at Pietro then down, "I's sor I hit 'ou."
Pietro smiled, "it's okay. I'm Pietro and that's my sister Wanda. What's your name?" The little girl didn't answer at first, "we need to know to take you home."
The little girl began to play with Wanda's hair, "I's don't gots a name." At this the twin's felt a pang in their hearts. This little girl didn't have a name? What else was she deprived of; a home, food, water, clothes, love? The possibilities were endless. Who could just leave a child alone? They had hoped that she had just snuck out and was lost.
"Well," Wanda put a piece of the little girl's hair behind her ear, "where do you live?"
"I's show 'ou." She wriggled out of Wanda's grasp and grabbed the both twin's hands. She led them down an alley a little ways. The group reached a door and four wooden steps leading up to it, the twins hoped that behind the door was the little girl's home. She let go of their hands and went to the side of the stairs. She moved two of the boards on the side, "wait 'ere." She crawled in and after a moment came out with a can and a ripped blanket. She laid the blanket down and sat on it. "Sit."
The twins looked at each other for a moment in shock. Was this where the girl lived? Under a set of stairs in the dead of winter. Obviously there was no heat; how did the girl keep warm? Her blanket had holes and a blanket won't do much against Jack Frost.
Pietro knelt down on the blanket, "is this where you live?"
The little girl nodded, "it not much, but I's can hears the peoples sing." The little girl pointed to the door which said 'theatre entrance'. She jumped up and ran back underneath the stairs. After a hot second she came out with a paper. "It fell, I's keep."
She handed the paper to Wanda and she read it over. After she was done she handed it t her brother. It was a page from a script, a musical called 'Once On This Island'. It was a scene where they named the orphan girl Ti Moune, meaning 'little orphan'. Wanda liked the name Ti Moune.
The little girl opened the can. She reached in the space and pulled out a dirty spoon. "I's don't gots lot but, I's share wit' f'iends." She smiled a toothy grin as she held the spoon out.
The twins looked at each other then at her. The girl looked so cute with her wide grin. Her eyes no longer showed fear; they danced with happiness. She almost looked a normal, happy child who was loved and cared for and didn't live on the streets.
"Where are your parents?" Wanda asked as she sat down.
The little girl put the spoon down. She looked down at the spoon, "the bad men, wit' the masks shooted them." She looked up, "but nots me. I's hide, I's good at hidin'. I's stay 'til they leaves then I's comes 'ere."
Both of the twin's hearts broke as they heard the little girl's tale. They couldn't believe that someone would shoot her family and just leave her. Was it random, so they wouldn't know that the girl was there? Or was it planned and they just gave up looking for the girl. Who could do that?
Stark could.
Wanda and Pietro shared a look. A look that meant they were thinking the same thing. They had to take the girl with them. They both knew she wouldn't be much help, but maybe Hydra could put her in a home with somebody who would care for her.
Wanda opened her arms and the girl crawled into her lap. Wanda pet her hair as she rocked her back and forth. "We're going to take you with us. Me and Pietro will be your new family, your big brother and sister. We'll call you Ti Moune. How does that sound?"
The little girl, now Ti Moune, nodded tiredly into Wanda's chest. "Okay, Wana, I's be the bestest lil' sister to 'ou and Petey." The two chuckled at the names Ti Moune had given them.
The twins stood up and began walking. Wanda held her and Pietro held her paper. Ti Moune snuggled into Pietro's sweatshirt and fell into a peaceful sleep. Not knowing that all hell would soon break loose.
So, tell me what you think.