So hi, I've went for the second time to see Into the Spiderverse and I loved it. I loved the characters, the animation, the details, John Mulaney as Spider-Ham. Its an amazing movie, I loved it. For me it became THE spiderman movie. The spidermen moves were so fluent, I loved the movie and motivated me to write better to make someone feel like they ARE reading a spider person fighting. Also Penni Parker is apparently the most popular character from the movie.

Warning heavy themes bellow. AN at the bottom.

So this is the end, after eating shwarma at a local place I was... empty. I feel like I shouldn't even be here. I mean I helped a lot of people live through this catastrophic event and Loki was just sent to back to Asgard. I should be happy that everything ended but all the death of the people here, the amount of people suffering from the whole ordeal... it's not fair.

I was... happy... now I'm numb. People see me as a hero for saving lives from aliens that wanted nothing else but genocide. I am lost. Loki was sent back to Asgard yesterday, everyone went their separate ways. I turned around and left, disappearing into the streets of Brooklyn. That happened yesterday afternoon, and it's getting dark. I've been walking for over a day, a lot of streets were blocked making me take turns and I sincerely got lost.

I had my destination, the warehouse. But since I couldn't really do anything I just decided to try and take money from the ATM, I suppose I have some money left from the last loan I made. I reached the ATM but as I inserted the card and punched the numbers in, only to be denied of taking out five miserable dollars for a freaking sandwich.
"FUCK!" I yelled out loud in frustration and kicking the wall next to the ATM making a spiderweb crack and my foot went into the wall breaking through.

My stomach is almost eating itself, I had the idea to go to the nearest shelter for the homeless, it became a little more crowded this time around since all the homeless people and many others damaged by the amount of destruction, I do remember myself pulling a wall down to crush Chitauri. Arriving I could only see people, its a lot of people coming here, kids, adults, old people, homeless, everyone expecting food. I sighed as I decided to wait in line.

Making a line of around an hour I was able to get a miserable plate of soup but I can't complain, its bland stale and nothing else. I look at myself in the aluminum table, my sad eyes looking at me, I look like a homeless girl, hair disheveled, my clothes are a mess, my costume under them a mess, my tech that is hidden is on the brink of leaving nothing to salvage. My arc reactors are barely glowing from the energy they used, my webshooters are both broken and in my pocket.

I just want to give up but I have my goal, I need to reach the warehouse there I'll be good to go, to regroup myself and begin to think things through.

I look down to realize I have finished my soup and the piece of bread Is still in my hand. I raise my gaze to meet the eyes of a man that is in his fifties early sixties. He looks bad, as in he s hungry and malnourished. I could eat the bread but he s looking at my bread licking his lips. I sigh loudly and give him the piece of bread knowing he needs it more. I can take it, he seems like he's going to die of starvation. I made the math in my head, I healed a bit from the Shwarma but not enough, my wounds are treated but not enough for them to heal.

I have an improved metabolism, and I learned that I need a lot of calories, I remember somedays I would go hungry in the orphanage due to sacrificing some food to the little ones. I remember that my stomach starts to eat itself and the hunger reaches a headache after around 3 hours of no food, my body already burned through the soup.

I'm going hungry but he's suffering... just like I am, I want to do something else but I can't.

I think I'll go dumpster diving. Nighttime is coming and I have nowhere to go, and I'm on the other side of town, without a single drop of water or anything. Walking barely at a reasonable pace, I made my way to a few restaurants and stuck to the shadows, I could see the dumpsters and a few rats crawling around. Lifting the cover of it a putrid smell filled my nose.

It's bad, nothing, everything is moldy and green, I repeated the process with the other two dumpsters as well as the other restaurants hoping for a relief. But everything is empty or too rotten for me to eat.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUCK!" I screamed as I kicked the trashcan and it got sent straight into the back of the alley and get compacted spilling all its contents.

I look down at the trashcan that is now a piece of scrap. I sigh loudly as my stomach grumbles. "It's better to sleep and forget. Yes, that's a good idea." I stick myself to the back of the five story building and begin wall crawling up.

I find myself in the night looking straight up, my stomach grumbles and my head pulses from the pain. I close my eyes and focus on sleeping. To say the night was awful is an understatement, but thankfully nobody opened the door to this roof.

Waking up with a headache and a grumbling stomach is not good... I'm considering to steal just to get something to eat... looking at my options I have none, I can't get to school I have no more money and my wallet is back in the warehouse but I can't get to the warehouse without money. Before I used my webs to get there but I'm out of both. I can't shoot webs my wounds are barely healing now.

I feel like I'm pushed in this direction, I don't have another option, I need to do it. I could call Fury, but that would be like signing a deal with the devil, even if I wanted to I can't my phone is dead and I have no idea how to contact SHIELD.

Looking at down the street I'm in the bakery that I saved, I walk in silently, and make my way into the bakery I did had to break the back door. 'Sorry but I can't go another minute without food.' I put my mask up and make my way into the bakery; the kitchen if I remember was stacked.

I walk over the fridge and look for anything edible. I can see a pie and a sandwich; I scarf both of them down as fast as I can. I also found ham and begin eating that as well.

Only for my silk sense to go off followed by the sound of a shotgun being cocked. "Turn around slowly!" The same voice of the man is behind me, my wounds sting as I know they haven't healed yet.

I comply as I adjust my mask. But the man comes closer to me holding his shotgun in place. "Don't use that mask! That girl saved me, so lower it and I won't shoot you street rat." The man looks nervous.

"I can't." I say prominently. "Put the gun down, please; I just want to eat."

"Well you have to pay for that. And what did I say about the mask? REMOVE IT!" He demanded.

"Honey? Why are you yelling?" I hear behind him, a woman with white skin and blonde hair that looks like it was dyed blonde.

"Not now Vanessa!" The baker yelled but turned his head towards her. "Call the Poli-" I just moved out of instinct and placed my foot on the fridge stuck myself to it and jumped, stuck myself to the roof and ran, I heard a bang and jumped out of the kitchen and made a run for it to the back door.

"I'll pay you later!" I yelled.

I reached for my stuff and grabbed the backpack where my suit laid ripped and filled with holes. I placed my phone inside there. But I know I have to move, I look to my left to see Stark Tower, my work place. It gave me an idea.

Walking over to the building I walked over the security guard stationed there, some workers were removing debris as well as people in hazmat suits.

"Hi, I work here. I'm in tech support; I have to ask if there are operations for employees?" I ask as I show walk to the guard.

"The building is right now under reconstruction, but I think that-"

"Cindy Moon, it's bold of you to assume that you can continue working here after missing work for four days." My supervisor just arrived.

"Hi Jerome, well you see I had."

"No, you can't come in here like you own the place. If it were up to me I'd fire you but we're understaffed. But there is no operations until Tomorrow and there isn't a
confirmation for you to keep working here."

"Tomorrow? You don't get it I need the money; I lost my card during the incident. I have nowhere to go." I say almost pleading.

"So? Many people out there are like you right now, so you can go to those help centers." He said in a dick tone, I think it's mainly because I rejected his confession a month back.

"Fine!"

"I don't think you'll last an hour there is already an plan of action with your name under it. I recommend for you to get your things in order." He yelled as I made my way out.

Reaching the warehouse that thank god it wasn't destroyed took me about three more hours. I can see how everything around is a mess. Rubble thrown into the streets, I saw the Leviathan I took down laying on top of the building. I did try my best to save as much people as I can. Yet I feel empty, like something was ripped out... I'm empty, I felt tired and everything I do seems useless.

I sigh as I jump over the 4 meter tall fence and end up falling on my side. I groan in pain and stand up, and I decide to begin making my way to the rafters and to the top floor office where everything I have is stored, like my emergency money.

I craw up focusing to scale up, I walk over a few rats. My stomach grumbles after all I didn't get enough food, and find my stuff.

I'm starting to realize how every hero is blessed, they have at least a place to stay, I'm running in the streets with barely enough money to eat, it's not enough for me I'm a superhero with a lot of needs. Maybe I can make a peter parker and take pictures of me swinging around, but that would be a mediocre plan after all I have no way of web swinging at least Peter Parker had an aunt looking after him.

I grab Mister Bunny and hold him tightly. "Mister Bunny, why do I get myself in these messes? I feel lonelier than ever, like I got a chance to get people close to me and then... nothing." I sit myself on the corner of the small room in this darkness. I pull over my secondary backpack and grab my emergency food which is a can of tuna and the last piece of bread. To my sarcastic surprise it didn't fill my stomach. "I hate this! I fucking hate this!" I throw the empty can; it crashed through the window breaking it making a lot of noise.

I recline myself to my sheets and a makeshift pillow made of cotton. I decide to close my eyes, just waiting for the next day but it didn't arrive. I heard a shouts and people opening the door.

In panic I grab everything and place it in the trunk that I got gifted from it. I place everything in it even Mister Bunny. I walk down. I extend my hands and feel the web in them. 'It's not much but I can go somewhere.' I stick to the shadows with my trunk in hand which is not heavy at all.

"Someone's here." A man's voice said aloud, followed by the distinct sound of a gun being loaded. I stiffened as I kept walking, I got an idea and picked a rock that was near me, and threw it into the far wall. The loud bang the rock made as it bounced of chains and the wall. It made the people who I assumed are guards.

I walked over to the exit not making a sound sticking to the shadows, I saw the light of the day outside and made a run for it, as fast as I could. My silk sense didn't went off until I was out of the building, I kept running with my trunk on my arms, I jumped over the fence and my silk sense went off signaling me to dodge before a bang. I moved my body avoiding the shot and shot a web line to the nearest building I swung myself to the city.

I feel sad, betrayed and overall I feel lost, everything is a dull color grey. I begin to look around trying to see if I can land anywhere, but just as I see a rooftop it has no entrance. It's also a tall building I was about to swing and land on it but no web came out. I yelped as no more web came from me and made me fall into the roof, no energy to catch myself I braced for impact keeping my belongings safe.

Crashing once again and what I knew would bruise, I sighed as I lied there not moving with my eyes closed. 'Nowhere to go.' I felt saddened that I had nowhere to go, I'm hungry because I don't make enough... I could sell my inventions, my arc reactor, but my head tells me it would bring more problems. My suit is in tatters, I don't have a place to stay... and above all, I'm lonelier than ever. The loneliness of the orphanage doesn't compare to this. Looking to my left I could see the pink smile of Mister Bunny as well as his black eyes, but I don't feel comforted at all. They always made me feel better but seeing my stuff scattered in the roof. I could only lie down there.

Laying on my back and slowly got into a fetal position my arms hugging me close as I felt the uselessness of the situation. The numbness, I begin to cry as I felt myself in despair it seemed like a lot of time, I just laid there. I couldn't look at Mister Bunny in the eye. I felt anger in me, something I was never able to fully experience which made me lash out.

"I hate this! I hate my life! I hate my job! I don't want to be here!" I kicked the ground as I turned around and my knees setting in the ground as I punched it making it crack. "...maybe I can just jump from this rooftop and that would be all." It struck me like a truck, it made sense. I shot up to my feet and walked slowly to the edge of this skyscraper. "Yes, a fitting end. I thought I could handle this... I can't live like this. I don't want to live anymore." But I stepped close to the edge each second seemed to make more and more sense. "Yes, finally." I kept walking slowly remembering.

"No more suffering... No more hunger... No more loneliness... No... More... pain...just a peaceful rest maybe I get another chance at life... if not..." I stopped. "I don't care, not anymore." I feel empty, no joy, and no happiness even after saving lives; I don't want to be here. "I'm useless after all."

"Yeah, I won't be missed, I was never adopted. I have no friends or family." I just stood on the edge it's pretty far down it seemed endless a fall where I would close my eyes and never open them again, taking a step forward just giving up and fell hoping for an end to this whole suffering.

I began to fall I sighed in relief waiting as I closed my eyes I could feel my head almost explode from my silk sense attempting to tell me that I'm in massive danger, I knew I was close to the ground I didn't brace for impact just accepted. But I crashed into something, or someone crashed into me, I got tackled by something really stiff and hard I could hear the vague sound of a thruster.

"NO! I WANT TO DIE! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO SUFFER ANYMORE!" I yelled.

"I don't think you should be wishing that in front of me." I turned the metallic voice of Iron Man my eyes filled with tears my body is tired and my stomach is grumbling, I'm tired, it's tempting to just struggle but I don't have energy.

"Why did you decide it was a good idea to just jump off a skyscraper? Luckily I was around and following you... tell me what troubles you." He didn't ask he just demanded, and his tone just states to me that he doesn't care, but I don't care I have to say this to someone.

"I hate my life! How I live! How I eat, how I even sleep! This is not life... it's just suffering constantly because of survival... I hate how much I'm suffering and what I do to survive! I sleep with rats crawling around me!" We landed in the same rooftop and he had one of his gauntlets around my arm.

"Look I'm not the best to give the advice you want but..." He said calmly.

"BUT WHAT? Can't you see I'm tired? I don't like my life; I don't have a place to live." I took a step away from him ripping my hand away from his and hugged myself uncertain from all these feelings, rage, sadness, loneliness.

"Listen kid, I know it's hard to be lonely, I relate to you we were lonely when we were young."

"You can't relate to me! We grew up in different parts of a very big spectrum, I come from scum, and someone abandoned me in a fire department station, HELL I WAS FOUND BY A DOG ON A RAINY NIGHT! MY FUCKING NAME COMES FROM A DOG! To me my mother was the matriarch, and she rejected the thought of being my mother! It's been exactly fourteen years since I was last hugged by someone wanting to hug me." I was angry, not really at him but at his attempts.

"Maybe you're right, but when I was captured I had hoped, believe me I could've given up and died anytime I wished. I could've just placed my hand into my chest or swallowed palladium and that would've been it... but I had people to return to, I had a purpose, to stop my creations from hurting anyone else." I sighed.

"I don't have that! You had people waiting for you! I didn't have a family that cares about me! I'm alone!" I finally said it in front of someone. "It's me against this world and the world is winning... it pushes and pushes and pushes, and I can't push back! I have no reason to live! I got rejected from a freaking school that I presented the world's most powerful battery and they gave me the middle finger for a rich kid that comes from upstate, his project was a freaking tesla bulb! I could've done that when I was four. I got punched for being smart in school! I got punched for creating my first reactor! I even got punched in the face when I was eleven for calling her mom!"

"So what that you didn't get accepted in that school? So what if you get punched? It's not the end of the world... you're studying in a college at nineteen you're in your eighth semester and you can keep up with me in two subjects. You're smart. You got through that pain, it shows strength."

"That is not smart or strength! I just cheat, my brain just records everything... every single thing, good or bad! Mainly bad! I remember everything since I'm one and a half! I had two hundred and four interviews for a family to adopt me, they all said no; they adopted kids that were good kids..." I felt tears sting my eyes. "I was the Chicken Alien Freak, everyone called me that because I chose not to fight one day, and I was a freak because I had glasses and liked to read..." I gasped for breath. "Do you know how many times I cried myself to sleep?!" I am lashing out but I don't care.

"..." He only breathed through his nose.

"I cried exactly one thousand seven hundred and forty eight... It's worth almost five years of crying! I hated the orphanage... I was kicked out, I didn't receive kind words, no heartfelt goodbye... just a smack in the back, a handshake and a piece of paper for a favor." I fell to my knees as tears fled from my eyes freely.

"It's okay..." I froze as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're a... good kid."

"GOOD KID!" I shut up and looked at him with wide eyes.

"I'magoodkid,agoodkidisacutekid.I'mcuterightIcangetadopted,Iwillbehave,justtellmewhatandI'lldoitpleasae!Idon'twantyoutobemadyouthinkI'magoodkid!SoIwillobey!" I felt getting pushed back and get shook, I realized what just happened.

"Stop, what was that? Don't do that it's creepy." He asked confused.

"It happened again! I...I...I got this from being too obedient the matriarch always said THOSE two words and I would snap and do anything she asked." I felt sluggish and dizzy. He seemed to notice.

"Come sit here, I don't want you to be pizza sauce on the street. " I felt like I was moving underwater, maybe I got dehydrated.

"You alright? You don't seem alright."

"I am tired... I don't feel so good... doesn't matter... here are my notes on the theory I proposed." I pointed at the notebook lying there but everything got blurry.

"Look at me! Kid! -ilk-oon." But his voice became slurs in my ears when I heard him. Slowly darkness took over.

But just as it went, the darkness lifted. I was in the orphanage, but everything was already happening. I could see a little girl in a washed up pink dress, it doesn't look normal. But the girl is working on something; she's around eleven years old and has black hair. She's hunched over in the backyard on a part where nobody came close.

"Please work!" The girl said as she used pincers to introduce a metal plaque on the bottom of the thing, but just as she inserted it the thing began to glow bright blue. It hit me like a truck I remember this day.

"YES! I DID IT!" The girl jumped up from her place with a fist bump to the sky.

"Look at that freak."

"Yeah, she's so weird."

"Maybe that's why she doesn't get adopted." Three girls were grouped up in a corner near the little girl... near me. I could see the little girl flinch from the insult.

"It doesn't matter, you're smart, in a few years maybe you get a family, you get to be rich... you get... happiness." I could see my old self about to cry but her face turned to the first arc reactor I made.

"No, Mister Bunny thinks I'm not worthless, he knows I'm better than most and that I will be happy one day." The little girl reassured herself.

"Oh, I remember being like this... I was optimist... I'm sorry..." I felt tears in my eyes, I was like this I remember that I had that outlook in life... I was so happy...
I felt uncomfortable looking at the little Korean girl smiling wide, I can see her happiness not faltering even when the girls are laughing or whispering. I know she can hear them but chooses to ignore them and focus on the reactor, she loads up a lightbulb in a socket and with dishwashing gloves she connects the cables.
Seconds later the lightbulb lights up really bright and blows up. "Damn, it needs a regulator totally forgot about that." The kids around her are running from the explosion or well slight "pop" sound it made. Not even a minute passes that I get caught by the matriarch.

"Cindy! WHAT DID I TOLD YOU ABOUT EXPERIMENTING?" She cowers from the tone of her voice.

"To not do it." She responds with a low tone of voice her eyes are tearing up.

"I DIDN'T HEAR YOU."

"To not do it."

"And yet you did." She glared disapprovingly at her.

"Mom, I made this!" She points at the arc reactor. "This could power up the orphanage for the next five hundred years!" She says with pride I just brace myself from what I
remember happened next. The matriarch took a deep breath.

"I'm not your mother." Followed by a punch to the cheek, hard, she falls to the ground, her glasses fall to the ground. I remember being hurt like this, I remember the pain, the hurt... the loneliness and temptation of just running away.

I move around the side and look closely at me as she cries in the floor her eyes don't waver they're hurt but they don't lose the ambition in them.

She stands up. "I'm sorry moth...ma-matriarch... my mistake." We speak at the same time the matriarch looks bothered.

"Yes, it is. Now clean this up, and you won't get dinner for doing such reckless things... and never call me mother, I am NOT your mother, nor will I ever be." I remember the tears; this is the day the matriarch told me to never call her mother.

This day is one of my happiest and my saddest. I'm now in my room, the small closet turned room. I see the sleeping bag and my form crying her eyes out from everything that happened the light of the arc reactor lighting the room. 'Oh right I installed the arc reactor to act as a lightbulb. By just placing it on a box and with a rope to pull the lid off.

A knock on the door takes my attention as the matriarch opens the door. "Cindy..." I can hear how she tiptoes around the room and takes a seat on the sleeping bag as the little me hugs Mister Bunny, he was and currently is the only source of hugs in my life. But before she can close her arms around me I push her, the sadness is too deep engraved in my head, in my heart that I cannot accept that hug.

I have only received 3 hugs in my life one of those I was on the brink of death with a high fever and bruises all over my body. The other one was when I received Mister Bunny. I can see the pain in the matriarchs face when I put my arms and separate us, the little me just picks up Mister Bunny and holds it tightly to her chest. I haven't received a touch I don't expect, I like to keep my distance, unless I'm the one starting it.

"I want to say..."

"I'm alright I understand... matriarch. Do you have any chores or punishment for causing trouble? Matriarch." She said to the matriarch with an annoyed and flat tone of voice which I remember earned another slap to the face.

"Don't act like a brat. This is why they don't adopt you." I suck in a breath at the bluntness and anger in her voice, but the little girls eyes just waver in pain but stabilize themselves.

"Anything else?" She ads but her eyes... my eyes they hold fire in them, but its a cold fire, filled to the brim with loneliness that dries out the fire. The matriarch stands up.

"Yes, you will do the laundry of everyone for the next two months as well as on cleaning plates." With that she stomps out of the room and slamming the door closed from the closet.

"Don't worry Mister Bunny, it's you and me against the world... why am I alive? Do I even want to live in this... world... You're right Mister Bunny, I won't leave you, don't worry, now please just let me cry I don't want to think I want to sleep for a while... maybe I won't wake up. If I do, remind me to keep going forward." I remember that day, I was sad, but I kept my upbeat personality.

I slowly stir up, I feel weird, there is only the bright light that is in the room. I get up from my lying position.

"Oh good, you're up!" I heard Tony's voice but my eyes were unfocused.

"Where?" I began to cough violently but a glass of water was handed to me.

"Stark Tower or I was thinking of Avengers Tower, as the media refers to it." I finish drinking the water and place it between my legs.

"You could've left me there and I wasn't going to bother you, that notebook had all the information."

"I wouldn't have forgiven myself knowing that you were going to jump off a skyscraper."

"How did you know?" I asked, I thought I placed a charade on how I felt.

"I suspected a little, but the one who noticed was Natasha and Clint, Natasha actually asked me to make a tracker fast. Which I did." He reached over to my shoulder and there it was a metallic plate that looked like it was made at last minute but I didn't noticed it.

"She knew, huh. I'll talk to her about that."

"No, she will punch you after I told everyone in this Team of ours."

"My stuff?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"I had them brought over here. They're there in that corner." He pointed at the corner where the trunk was there as well as Mister Bunny sitting at the top.

"The notebook-" He pulled the notebook from his lap.

"This notebook can bring me billions of dollars in alternative energy, this much energy in a single arc reactor could bring a revolution. Any other ideas beside that assembling Iron Man armor?" He asked.

"I have a lot but I still don't understand? Why save me? I'm useless, it's the only way people describe me. All my life."

"Remember back to the last two days. How many people have you saved? You stopped a Leviathan with web and an arc reactor that is now in shambles." He threw the notebook into the bed.

"Oh good you're awake." Bruce entered the room.

"Hi... Br-Bruce." I replied weakly.

"Save it, look I know he can be insensitive. But you tried to kill yourself. I was thirty-four when I shot myself and let me tell you the other guy was angry. I cannot say to move on, because you don't have an alter ego all powerful. But you have a long life ahead of you."

"I was fine just dying."

"NO! YOU'RE NOT!" I flinched from him. "How can someone so young who can do so much good tries to jump off a building?"

"I HATE MY LIFE! DON'T YOU GET IT! I DON'T HAVE A WAY TO SURVIVE! MY OWN BODY IS AGAINST ME! THE WHOLE WORLD IS AGAINST ME!"

"You're not the only one! I am a monster, I was hunted by the government for two whole years."

"Look I don't want to fight anymore I don't care."

"Well start caring! You're dehydrated, malnourished, underweight, hurt, bruised, wounds are not treated properly, oh and you're not healing." I stopped there in my tracks.

"I'm not good in the area of mental health but you need help. Look at the interviews, look at the news and you'll find an answer and motivation. JARVIS, if you would." The television turned on a man was being interviewed.

"-I swear I was in the middle of it, and here she arrives Silk, she's a myth here, but now seeing her footage fighting with tooth and nail saving people... she gives out hope."
It cuts to a news broadcasting. "She's a symbol for the strength of women around the world." It's followed by women in a picture wearing the mask I use, a little girl with a shirt like my suit and lastly a street artist painting a portrait of me, and it cuts off.

"We can confirm that Silk is part of this team of heroes that fought in the now dubbed The Battle of New York." It shows a woman's arm tattoo of the symbol that my suit has.

"We have footage of her jumping in to save civilians as well as helping police officers take down these aliens." It cuts once again to the one I recognize as the baker.

"I know what I saw, she was ransacking my fridge and I shot her, Silk if you're hearing this, I'm sorry... I thought is was some thief, I really am sorry." The same baker looked sorry.

"We can see here Silk defending a child by standing in front of a shot from one of those aliens." The footage looked blurry but it was me entering through the window and taking the shot for the little girl and followed by punching it through the wall. "She helped that little girl survive, from death." "Silence." With that the T.V. just muted.

"They like Silk, but the problem is that there is also footage of you jumping and me saving you followed by me taking you to avenger's tower." The footage took picture of Iron man tackling me out of the sky and is flashed forward to get taken to the tower with the words. 'Is Silk alright?'

"But that news isn't being covered. I moved a few strings, and payed off a few people."

"Thank you. I won't do that ever again, I guess I have to stand up and take it. Those people believe in me, people would get crushed.

"No, as of right now you are staying here in the tower."

"You mean storage closet and excuse me? I can't pay that I barely get by with my minimum wage job."

"Oh right you're always on about that where do you work? McDonald's?"

"No... I work for... you."

"For me? I never seen you I think I would've realized."

"No you wouldn't have you're at the top I'm exactly at the bottom bellow ocean level."

"And that is?"

"Tech support."

"Didn't we have that department overseas?"

"I think so... I got a card from Obadiah Stane when I was four. He said that I was to present the card to him when I was older and well it got me that position."

"Banner is staying in the tower, you can join in too."

"I don't have that kind of money for an apartment in a skyscraper; I'm barely getting enough money to eat."

"Apartment? I meant floor."

"You mean storage closet right?"

"You can pick a floor except from one through fifty five are Stark industries, and from fifty six to sixty are rentals for other companies. ninety one it's a common area of sorts and seventy-one one through ninety are all living quarter's among other things that are planned and the penthouse since that's where I stay. There are ninety three floors so it's okay."

"You mean floor seventy for everyone on the little group... the avengers?"

"Yeah were a public face out there." He said as he pointed at the TV where people were chanting 'Avengers.' as well as holding announcements supporting us.

"Banner took the eighty ninth." He said nonchalantly. "They're with the minimum bare things."

"Why?"

"Since you said that you were without a home, and Natasha said that you were about to snap I foresaw this happening. Not really this way, but I saw that you would end up here. You look lost, so why not stay here? I did the same with Bruce and look how he is, just chose a floor and be done with this."

"...I'll take floor eighty six." I said as I removed myself from the covers of the bed, Bruce left to calm down.

"I don't mind I'll just sleep in the floor or couch." I took my stuff and made my way to the elevator and pressing the button for floor eighty six.

"Don't do anything stupid, JARVIS is watching you and I have an iron man suit ready to intercept anything dumb." The door closed and the elevator went down.

"Miss Moon, in order for you to enter you will have to get your thumbprint into the scanner for biometrics and as well as a keycard to be delivered to you so you can enter and exit the tower." A keypad appeared as I made my way to the small entrance that has a door as well as a small room that leads to the metal door. Pressing my right finger a beep later and the door opened.

I arrived to the floor the 'Bare Minimum' already has more than what I had in my apartment, or even the orphanage. It had a big TV, a kitchen, a fridge, it lacked color everything in white, but it already had a table, and I could see that the floor is made out of marble, since it was set to be an office; there is no couch. Walking into the room that had the biggest bed, but it had a I just placed my stuff in the corner of the room and took a seat in the bed after all it was the only thing in the room.

"Miss Silk, receiving message. "Hey kid I ordered you Chinese as in a ton of food it's being delivered to your floor as of tomorrow you have to go to a few doctors to help you... and the food's already paid so don't worry, whatever you don't eat store it in the fridge."" With that the message ended.

"Tell him my thanks." I walked to the door that led to the elevator like a reception. With that the elevator door opened and a whole metal tray full up to the brim with Chinese packs. I grabbed the tray and made my way to the dining room.

The smell filled my nostrils and I just took the first pack and took a hesitant bite to the meat in the fork, I took another and another I didn't realize that I was crying until I finished the first one and hiccupped I kept crying for seeing all this food and feeling that someone cared for me.

"Hello? OH hi... Cindy?" I turned to see Gwyneth Paltrow or Pepper Potts. "Why are you crying? Are you okay?" I wanted to say yes but her voice, her way of speaking her eyes. She's scared and she seems to care.

"No..." I kept crying forgetting about the food as tears came out. I felt an arm wrap around me I lean into the embrace feeling the warmth not flinching as my tears run down my cheeks; it's been years since someone hugged me. I cry harder, crying from loneliness, from anguish, pain, and anger.

"It's okay, you're going to be alright now. We can help you." I nod as I hug her close.

"I tried I really tried." I admitted after all I did my best to survive.

"It's... okay, you're alright." I nodded as I cried harder from relief, from the pain, something I cannot say that I know is telling me that everything is going to be alright. That after so much suffering I've been through and all the good I've made, that I deserve something good that will help me.

Okay so that happened I have written this as a letter towards what happened to me, I overcame that disease out of willpower alone. I realized something, that life always gets better... not always. I think I owe an explanation as to what happened to me as I had a tough time. I was not able to get into my college semester and after 2 years of studying I have to change from one to another which doesn't validate any of my previous scores even though I had 93 as an average... but I have to push through, maybe one day this story gets big enough and I get to open a P-tr-on as a financial support aside from this we're barely making ends meet but... well that's life, and if I learned something from my 22 years living is that there is always a way

I did went through a tough time working and now well... I'm studying japanese as well as working for making money to study I do want to keep this story going it keeps me sane and I like reading reviews. You guys just stay posted. I will update this story every Sunday. Just stay posted I will post it as soon as I finish editing which takes me one an a half hour of editing.

I love reading your reviews also, I changed the summary since it was terrible.