They were eating dinner when it happened. The first bomb hit a floor below them, causing a giant hole to appear on their floor. Half of their room caved in, taking their parents with it. They had been sitting just on the opposite side of the table as both of their parents, making them orphans in just a matter of seconds. Scrambling, the older of the two pulled his younger sister onto the bed on the edge of the room, covering her body with his own. Then the second bomb hit, landing just a few feet away from the children's faces. It was close enough for them to make out the two words printed on the side in large letters- Stark Industries. He held her tighter as they waited for it to go off and send them quickly off to be with their parents. The seconds ticked by, and they sat, listening to bombs going off in the distance, but the one right in front of their faces didn't. They still couldn't leave their island in the middle of the rubble, but they could relax a little bit. They didn't move, for fear that the shifting in the rubble would cause their luck to run out and the bomb nestled in the rubble to finally go off. They waited in silence for their deaths, but it never came. After a few hours, they heard their neighbors calling, looking for survivors a little ways away from where the two were trapped. The older called out to them, and the voices started to get a little bit louder. Before too long, he could hear them clearly.
"Pietro? Is that you?"
Excitedly, he called back, "Ya. Wanda is with me, too."
There was a short pause, then the voice came back again, this time a bit more hesitantly. "And your parents?" The lack of an answer told them everything that they needed to know. "Okay, just wait for a moment. We're gonna get you two out of there." This time, Pietro was quick to answer.
"NO! There is still a bomb here. It just didn't go off," he explained quickly. Wanda, who had been silent until then, decided to add onto the conversation.
"Is anyone else in our building alive?"
"Not so far as we have found yet. You two are the first two we've found. Enough of that for now though. We have to get you two out of there. Can you move at all?"
"No," Pietro said. "Every time we move the rubble shifts and moves the bomb."
"It's starting to get dark. We'll work on getting you out in the morning," their neighbor said as he left, a bit more hurriedly than when he had approached.
The two children looked at each other, then decided to trust their neighbor as best as they could. After all, adults take care of children, right?