He remember few things before his fourth birthday. A big scary man always yelling at him, a thin ugly woman always sneering at him and a big boy always hurting him. He did not know what he had done for them to hate him so much but they did and the only peace he had was when he they put him in his bedroom.

One day, the big man was yelling at him as usual but then he went somewhere and came back with a stick. He never saw so much hate on the man face and in fear closed his eyes. He could barely remember what happened next, just some noise and blurry image. A man with black hair was above him muttering things he did not understand. He felt like his whole body was warm and the place that hurt him did not anymore.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in his "bedroom". The scary man was ignoring him and the ugly woman was making him do chores. He has little time for himself and most of his days were spent cleaning the house. He sometime had dreams about this angel that healed him and took care of him when he was so tired.

Then, while he was taking care of the garden, his uncle pushed him on the ground and began beating him with his belt. When he felt satisfied, he just threw him in his room. Days would pass before he did it again, every time, the pain felt more and more horrible.

Just as it did the last time, he appeared in his angel home, still groggy from recovering. The angel healed him and did other things that made his head light. He felt good, so much that he feared he would go back to his own personal prison.

Surprisingly, he woke up a few days later still in the comfortable bed of the angel. He was scared, maybe it was a cruel joke, and maybe he just healed him so he could beat him without fearing to do too much.

Contrary to what he was expecting, the angel came back with a beautiful woman and now that he had a good look at him, he was shocked. The same black hair, the same lean body and the same eyes. Without thinking, he had launched himself at the man and refused to let go.

He HAD to be his father. Every kid he saw looked like his or her parents and he looked like the man so they had to be from the same family.

The time he spent with them was the best of his lives. He soon began to call them mother and father and he knew he was right when he saw their smile. They even told him his name: Harold Lokison. They called him harry and he liked it.

His mother was the most beautiful and kind woman he ever knew. She was always with him and making sure, he was all right. She took care of the house and he was always laughing when she talked down his father when he did something dangerous.

His father was the strongest man in the world. He could do thing with just a wave of his hands and always took time to play with him. He even taught him how to do the same, well he tried but it was difficult for him to do it. His father told him he had the talent to do it and that when he grew up he would be so strong, he would have no one to fear.

When the house they lived in finally stopped moving, his mother took him in her arms and told him they found a place where he could go to school and learn with child his age. He did not want to but since his parents told him it was for his education, he accepted.

When they came out, a girl was hugging his dad, not wanting to be left alone, he immediately went for a hug and then, his dad held the two of them.

Time passed and the girl was now his sister. He guessed it was normal since she looked like his mother. He also had a brother, slightly older. He could run so fast that it looked like he disappeared. Most of his time on the school was spent studying, pranking people with Wawa, Wanda surname, and annoying the angry man.

He would always remember his father angry. His mother and all the children had been told to go hide and his mother told him it was because of bad men. At first she did nothing but then she smiled and told everyone to follow her.

When they finally exited the manor, they saw Loki floating above the ground and ten giant robot exploding. The professors were shocked but he knew it would end with his father victory. He was the strongest man in the word and the most funny.

He sometime feared it was all a dream but a quick sting from Wanda because he was ignoring her always comforted him. It was not a dream and his family was real.

XoX Wanda PoV XoX

Things were going her way for once. She had lost her family really young and it was by luck that Pietro was still with her. Luckily, the professor had found her and took both her and her brother to his school in order to teach them how to use their gift. Pietro already knew how to use it but it was difficult for her.

Then, her family appeared, like in a fairy tale. The man she now called father took her and her brother as his and took care of them. She had a new brother with the same power as her, or something similar and she liked playing with him.

She even heard them talk about formal adoption and her new mothers had a strange glint in her eyes when they talked about sibling. She knew the adult wanted to be alone sometime and when she had asked her brother why he said it was to do adult stuff.

Her new brother was funny and thanks to her new father, she learned alongside him how to manipulate her magic. Now that she could finally go out without fear to harm others, she spent most of her time playing outside with harry and annoying the strong smelling man.

The fight her father had only reinforced her view of him: a strong amusing and annoying father. Pietro liked him and she saw that the both of them often talked. While he did not show it, Pietro still missed their parents and talking with Loki helped him a lot.

As she was too young to remember them correctly, she did not feel the same. Sure, she was sad to not know her parents but now that they had Loki and Sylvi, it was fine by her. Some time she prayed for them, hoping they still looked after her and her brother from heaven and hoping they were not angry for having new parents.

Still, when she was depressed, harry would always tickle her. She was happy.