Hey guys, here's the 11th? Chapter of the Last Avenger. Anyways, this is going to involve a time skip, but not a 5 year time skip, like the movie does. This is going to be just a year in the future. I wanted to continue what happens in between that year in Memories, which is the story line, and explains a little bit more, the details of the story.

Rahul POV

I was flying through the air, with the gas canisters still full, and not using my blades yet.

I took a breath, and shot through the air, flying around the sky like a monkey jumping across trees.

'Damn it. The g forces are really catching up to me.'

I stopped behind a tall tree, before taking a deep breath, and continuing the jumping.

'Then again… I… can't wear that suit again. Not after… all the blood I spilled with it.'

I soared through the air, grappling onto any surface I could get to with the ODM gear.

The trees, tough and strong stretching high into the sky.

The grass, wet and trapped by the trees, unknowing of anything other than the life they live.

The humans, shooting off their shotgun shells into the night, not being able to hit their moving, spinning target.

Their blood spilled across the massive forest.

I flew past all of them, right towards my target.

The man responsible for the murder of my first family.

The Man was drinking liquor from his glass.

Sipping it slowly, as if the guilt and pain he caused didn't matter to him.

I looked at the man, and it was hard to contain myself, and concentrated on the guards who were shooting at me.

'Thar man… will be my final person… to kill.'

I had a lot of red on my ledger, like Black Widow told me I would.

But I kept on telling myself that… it was all worth it.

That kids everywhere would be better off without the evil men in the world.

There were people I killed.

Some evil.

Many were innocent.

I remember one of the people who were there.

'Please… I don't know anything about the boss!'

His arms were permanently scarred.

He was paralyzed.

I… made him paralyzed.

"Where is he? Why did you support a murderer?"

"I didn't have a choice!"

"Bullshit!"

I killed him then and there.

The shot still rings in my ear.

I ended up going to his funeral.

He had a wife, and child he was trying to support.

They… couldn't even afford to burn his body.

Shortly afterwards… they were killed.

People said it was an accident.

The mother falling down the stairs.

The child, not being able to be fed.

I knew… it wasn't an accident.

That… was his only choice.

I… could never face my mistakes.

I... couldn't face some of the families that did survive.

I couldn't face all the innocent families that I took the fathers and mothers away from.

'173 people… to get here. This past year… 173 people...'

For a moment, I saw… the hundreds of bodies surrounding me, underneath the tree that I had stopped on.

Then, it left.

Now, I just saw the 7 random bodyguards, behind me, dead on the forest's grounds.

'It will all be worth it. This guy will be gone. Finally, I'll be able to escape it.'

I looked forward at the man, with a glass desk and

'This guy completely avoided technology, so it wouldn't be used against him. On one hand…'

I tried to smile.

I tried to remember how much I wanted this freedom.

I tried to remember the faces of the first people who took me in, who I was doing this all for, and the second family I wanted to see.

But it ended up back to a frown, permanently burned onto my face and features.

I… couldn't remember them anymore.

My mind… had created a barrier between me and my memories.

'That means that it's going to be hard to take him down without going inside there. On the other hand, it means that I can take him down without anyone coming to hurt me.'

I only carried the car keys that Tony had given me as an early 16th birthday present.

It was… one of the only gifts that I accepted from Tony.

I looked inside the building, with the small set of binoculars that I had.

I saw many bodyguards, as I expected, and many of them being brainwashed from birth to protect the man inside, even if it meant commiting suicide so no information about the man could be left out.

However, there was someone else inside that I didn't expect, or want, for that matter, to see.

A kid.

A scrawny-ass kid.

His eyes were dirt brown.

His onslaught of tears continued to fall from his eyes.

His body was that of a stick, and he had hardly any clothes on.

However, his eyes… they were that of kings.

The eyes that were meant to lead the world into greatness.

He had wonder, passion, anger, ambition.

All tied into his eyes.

However, it was nearly fading, which made my stomach do back-flips.

I wanted to rush in to stop the man.

But I couldn't.

The Taiwanese man ordered one of his men to escort them back, to whatever kind of hell they were keeping him in.

The kid was begging the man not to keep him down there, crying. Begging.

I threw up in my mouth.

His fear was so apparent, on his knees, touching his feet, which, in my parent's culture, meant a huge sign of respect, which wasn't something to give to a piece of shit like him, crying on his shoes, shaking his head.

All like that, the man kicked him, sending it flying against the wall.

The kid cried in pain, but I could only see it.

The kid was dragged out of the room, crying.

'Damn it. Why… do people have to suffer? Why… is the world so cruel?'

My thoughts were cut short.

The branch broke, leaving little to keep me from falling to my death.

'Shit!'

One of the bodyguards inside the building noticed me as I fell.

I was seconds from hitting the ground.

Just like over a year ago, when Levi had to come in to save me.

Right before hitting the ground, I used my second grappling hook on my gear to grab onto the tree, a few feet over their heads.

I thought two things, in that moment.

'I will… kill that man. I will… save that kid.'

I wasn't sure if I could do both of them, but I gripped the blade that I needed to use, and unsheathed them.

'Please… if there is a god… give me the time to do both.'

The Kid's POV.

A man grabbed my wrist really tight, dragging me around.

"Please! Let go of me!"

The man didn't say or do anything.

I struggled against him.

"Please… let me go home!"

The man spoke.

"Your parents are dead. You have no home to go back to. You… have nothing."

"No! You're wrong!"

He was right.

I saw my mom and dad dying… in front of me.

I couldn't do anything.

I was paralyzed.

But I continued to say they were alive.

"Shut up, brat!"

The man threw me into the cage.

"Stay there… or these guys will be able to rough you up a little bit more."

My eyes widened, and I backed to the back of the cage.

"No! Please… don't do that…"

The man laughed.

"Brats will always shut up when push comes to shove."

I buried my hands into my eyes.

"Please… just let me go home…"

My back was pressed against the cage, and I even couldn't hear anyone or anything else.

Not the people who kicked me over.

Not the people who tied me up with no clothes on.

Not even the people who grunt against me, pushing into me.

All I could hear was the last breaths of my mom and dad, just telling me to run.

Their last dying breaths were wasted on me.

A child who was weak.

I… am weak.

So… even as I continued to cry… I almost let myself be hurt.

But, in one last chance… I wanted to ask the last person I would ask for help.

I closed my eyes, as I felt the man inside me continue to move.

'Please… if there is a god out there… please… let me go home…'

I was surrounded by darkness

"I am sorry, my child. I can't do that."

The voice was soft.

It felt like sleeping on a nice pillow after a long day.

I didn't even feel like opening my eyes to his voice.

"Your parents… have met their end. But… does not mean that you have."

"But… why? My parents… aren't here…"

"They wanted you to live. They died for you to live. So… if you need a reason to live… live for them."

He sounded like he was on the nearly about to cry.

"Live… for him."

"Him?"

"Yes. Him. He's a man, who has gone through similar circumstances."

"He's… gone through the same things?"

"Yes, he has."

"Why… why can't you stop them?"

I suddenly felt the man release something inside me again.

"My child… I wish I could. But I can't do anything. You are my children, and yet I'm locked out to being just a mere bystander…"

He sounded like he was crying.

"Hey… don't cry."

"No. It's quite alright, my child. The man, who will save you… is here."

My eyes shot open, and my view was scattered by the many men who had taken everything from me.

They were dying, bleeding out.

One of the men there was groaning, saying something in a language I didn't understand.

"I'm sorry." The man lowered his thing onto him, killing him.

He grabbed the keys, and the clothes that the big guys had taken off of me.

I tried to struggle, but I was too weak.

I was hungry.

I couldn't feel anything.

Then, the man unlocked my prison, my chains.

But I was too weak to be set free.

"Here. Drink this."

He gave me a thermos, filled with water.

It felt like I was tasting heaven for the first time.

However small it was, it felt like I was drained for so long.

My tears began once again, as he slowly poured more of the water into my mouth.

I coughed, which made him retract the thermos away from me, and patted my back.

His hands were rough, with power in them, but his cool skin against his face, almost made me relax.

Just like... my dad.

"It's alright."

With the little power I had left, I tried to back away.

'No! Please… don't hurt me…'

He crouched onto his knee, and he put his swords away.

He had open arms, and a warm smile, like he was welcoming me after a school day.

Like my mom.

"No! Don't come close to me!"

"I'm not going to hurt you."

I slapped his face with the last of my arm.

His head slightly moved, and his skin went red.

I closed my eyes, almost waiting for him to hurt me back.

Instead, what I felt was a set of arms wrapped around me.

"Shh. It's alright. I'll keep you safe, kid."

I tried ripping his clothes.

He didn't move.

I tried standing up.

He didn't move.

I tried kicking him away, in fear.

He… didn't move.

"Don't worry. You can cry on me. It's okay."

He stroked the back of my hair, in comfort.

Just like my mom and dad did.

I leaned against the man.

The stranger.

I screamed.

I shouted.

I cried.

I continued that for as long as I could.

The man fed me water and more, waiting with me there.

He continued to carry my tears.

We sat there… for a full 10 minutes.

Then he carried me to his car, sitting me on the front seat, where I felt like I was barely able to stay awake.

I remembered wanting to sit in the front seat of the car.

My dad had a big car, one that I always asked to sit in the front of.

I drifted asleep, as the night filled my eyes, and I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.

"Go to sleep… my child."

Rahul POV

The kid next to me continued to sleep, as he was too tired after what he had gone through to do anything else.

'Damn. He's gone through that much? I didn't even know he was there before this.'

I smelled someone else on him.

Something… else.

It made me tighten my fists on the wheel.

'Why… is the universe so cruel?'

I felt tired.

I… barely was able to keep my eyes open.

My memories, for once, started to flow again.

I remember chasing after my sister in a game of tag, tackling her against the grass.

We laughed.

I remember riding a bicycle for the first time, and how I nearly fell trying to do it on my own.

We cried.

I remember seeing my sister talk with other people, slowly drifting away from me as time went on.

I… felt jealous.

I remembered the taste of my father's food, and how he'd always make something good, even if he rarely cooked.

I… felt happy.

I remembered my mom, meeting me for the first time, making a small glass of tea for me. She didn't know what tea I wanted, so I was energized with green tea until the end of the day.

I… couldn't sleep.

I continued to drive, throughout the night, no matter how tired I felt.

I drove, barely able to stay awake.

'I got to get away from here.'

I sped away from the forest.

'I got to get this kid a home.'

I forcibly kept my eyes open, until I no longer felt tired.

The rest of the 12 hours went by rather quickly.

Eventually, I saw my neighborhood, and turned into the driveway.

"Hey, kid."

I spoke softly.

The kid didn't wake up.

My arm tightened.

'No. No. No.'

I unbuckled my seat belt, and checked his heart rate.

Thump. Thump.

'Thank God. He's alive.'

I took out the key of my car, and I slid them into my pocket as I stepped out of the upward moving car doors.

They moved up, out of the way, and then closed as I went out.

I carried the kid inside the house, kicking the door open, then closing it behind me.

The slam was a little too loud, but luckily, no one seemed to be bothered.

I sat the kid on the table, at the front of it.

From what I saw, he was around 7.

He was still asleep at the table, which I didn't really mind.

At the stove… my mind blanked.

'Actually, I didn't ask what this kid wanted to eat.'

Then, I looked at his peacefully sleeping face, and I didn't really have the heart to wake him up.

I shrugged it off.

I was a decent chef, so I could make basic items, like sandwiches, eggs, and basic meals.

Anything more complex… required the scientist's help.

"Oi! Where have you been?"

I sighed.

'Speak of the devil.'

"Hey Senku. What are you doing?"

I didn't even turn around.

"I was working late, trying to find a way to get back to my world. Though, you should fix your garage."

I looked back at him, with his pinky up his ear.

"Your car exploded."

He had oil all over his face.

'Again?'

"Jeez. They don't make cars that well in this world."

"My Mom had a Prius, what do you expect?"

He shrugged.

Senku Ishigami. He was basically the annoying older brother, who was incredibly smart, but couldn't keep his mouth shut, and constantly got into fights, except the only fights he'd get into were with current scientists.

Arguing with Neil deGrasse Tyson was one of the many fights he got into.

I couldn't even understand what they were talking about.

"Okay, fine. Can you help me cook?"

"What do you want to make?"

"Not ramen."

"Hey, that is the best dish this multiverse has thought of."

I rolled my eyes.

"No, seriously, I need help for breakfast."

He raised his eyebrow.

"It's 4 PM. What are you talking about?"

"Well, okay then. Late lunch, early dinner."

He pointed at the kid I sat down on the chair.

"Fine then. Who's that person's though?"

I went back to making food.

"He's… lost his family. I… helped him escape."

"Oh."

His cheery act failed to stay up when he heard that.

I could tell… he knew what the kid had gone through.

The kid snored lightly, which… made me slightly relieved.

He chuckled, in his iconic chuckle.

"Reminds me of a certain brute from my world."

My eyebrow raised.

"Whatever."

"Where was he from?"

"Well, I rescued him from up North. I think…Maine"

"Maine? You drove 16 hours from here?"

I shrugged.

"Just sleep. Nothing good will come with your brain cells not being able to talk to one another. You're just going to be stupid then."

"Aw, you care." I said sarcastically.

"Don't be stupid. It's not rational to be driving for nearly a day, then to think competently."

"I could say the same about you."

He chuckled.

"You got me!"

"I'll sleep later. First, I got to give this kid a feast."

He chuckled.

'Well, I'll make something else. I don't really need his help for something simple.'

He went downstairs, where Emma, Norman, and Ray slept.

Norman ended up confessing to her, and saying he wanted to marry her when she was older.

She was dumbstruck for the entire day.

The next day, she said yes, and kissed him.

I… smiled at that memory.

'Let's make some curry. He's probably going to like that.'

I decided to make egg curry, with it being not the most complicated dish to make.

About 20 minutes later, after trial and error, I made egg curry, with rice and rotis.

The kid started sniffling, which made me know he was awake.

'Keep calm. Don't treat him like a victim. Just give him the food, and eat with him. That's it.'

Holding two platefuls of egg curry with rice, and a third plate for rotis, or as Americans called them, Indian tortillas, stupid name, I know, I went to the table, and put one of the plates in front of him.

I sat down, next to him, while he sat on the front seat.

"Hey."

He looked… confused.

"Do you want to eat?"

An obvious question.

Or was it?

He nodded, slowly.

He looked down, and started crying as he focused on the plate in front of him.

"Do you… want something else?" I tried to sound embarrassed, laughing nervously, rubbing my neck, etc.

However, a pit grew in my stomach, as I knew why he was crying.

"No, thank you! I just…"

He started coughing, and I quickly grabbed a bottle of water from over in the pantry.

He drank it slowly.

I knew how his body was reacting to it, along with his mind.

His body didn't want to rest, but his mind did.

He coughed out the water, but eventually... continued to drink the bottle of water down.

He cleared the bottle.

I gave him another one.

He drank all of it down in under a few seconds.

"Now, I'll give you more, but first, you'll need to eat this."

I lightly tapped his plate, making it go forward towards him.

"Uh…"

"What?"

I said that nonchalantly, but he seemed to take it as a threat, as he covered his eyes and face.

My jaw tightened, but I didn't want to show it to him.

"Hey, it's alright. Just… what did you want to say?"

He squeaked out.

"Am I really allowed to eat this?"

I felt… heartbroken.

I nodded regardless, to which he, slowly, picked the roti up, and scooped the egg curry and the rice with it.

He first ate a roti the size of a fingernail, as if he were afraid to eat any more.

His hands and arms were shaking, as he ate the small roti in his hands.

I felt grim, as I watched him eat.

His hand was shaking, as he slowly ate it.

After he ate it, he looked at me again.

His eyes were half-lidded.

"Eat it, and then you can go to sleep. Don't worry."

His hands continued to shake, so I left the table, and washed my hands.

I pulled up my chair next to him, which made his breath spike.

He started hyperventilating.

"Hey, kid. Just breath. It's fine. Breathe."

After a few minutes of him hyperventilating, he calmed down, and his breaths slowed.

"Breath in…"

He took a deep breath.

"And breathe out."

He exhaled.

He repeated this process, until he was calm.

"I'll feed you, okay?"

"But… I can eat… on my own…"

"Yeah, you can. But let me help you, and you can just focus on eating."

"O… okay."

I picked a slightly larger piece of the roti, and scooped more egg curry and rice between it.

I put it towards his mouth.

"Say ah."

He opened his mouth, and I placed, gently, the roti inside his mouth.

"Now, close, and chew. Make sure you chew for a few seconds before swallowing."

I felt like I was talking to a toddler, not a nearly double digit kid, but I wanted to play parent for a few hours.

It would prevent my anger from setting off.

He nodded, chewing, and then swallowing it down.

I kept doing this… until he was finished.

"Hey, kid… are you okay now?"

He quickly nodded.

"Hey, let's put you to sleep."

He tried standing up.

While he was on his legs, they were shaking.

I knew… the reason why.

Before he fell, I grabbed his hand.

"Don't worry. You can lean on me until you can stand on your own."

He looked… confused.

But I stood strong, and walked forward with him.

Up the stairs.

Into my bedroom.

I tucked him under the covers of the bed.

"You alright?"

He nodded.

I lied down on the floor, facing away from him.

"Is it… okay for me to… want this? Being… taken care of?"

He spoke away from me.

I sighed.

"Yes… it's okay. It's okay… to want it."

I still… didn't look at him.

'But… I can't support you forever. How could I?'

"Um… what's your name?"

I looked at him.

"Mine? My name is Rahul. What's yours?"

"My name… is Raja. My parents… said it meant-"

"King. Right?"

"Yeah."

I looked at the time.

4:37 PM.

"Let's sleep. Okay, Raja?"

He nodded.

An hour later, I woke up from the quietest of words.

"Mommy."

I woke up from his whimper.

"Daddy."

"I miss you…"

I looked at the kid, who had rolled down the bed, onto my stomach.

He… curled against me.

'It's not exactly comfortable sleeping on a guy with abs, is it?'

I pat the kid's head.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'll… find another parent to adopt you."

He seemed to be okay with that.

I didn't look at him long enough to find out.

I quickly scooped him back onto the bed, and I slept on the futon.

I… wasn't going to sleep next to him.

He… didn't deserve to sleep against me.

Next to… another murderer.

And that's the 11th chapter. I worked for a while on this chapter, so I hope that is reflected in the quality. Anyways, I got to go work on more chapters, since I love writing for the story.