12:01
Day two. Still under the table not moving. The bomb still 2 feet from our faces. We just stared at it tense. Then another shift. We didn't breath. Then we sighed when the bomb didn't blow yet. We didn't move we stayed up all night. Knowing that the bomb would blow up in our faces. We didn't say a word. Pietro had is left arm over me and Wanda and Wanda had her arm over me and I was in the middle.
4:23
Still under the table.
5:40
Voices! They were saying somethings I couldn't make out.
"Anyone here!?" I male voice yelled.
"OVER HERE!" I yelled.
I heard footsteps. They got closer and someone looked under the table.
"We got kids here!" He stood and yelled at someone.
"Its okay we got ya," Two people came over and was near the bomb and started to heave it up with someone else.
"Come its safe," The first man said he helped Wanda out first.
He then helped Pietro out then me. He asked were our parents were and Wanda broken down as me and Pietro comforted her as Pietro said they were gone when the first shell hit. We were put in a orphanage which we ran away from at age 11. We lived in an abandon building for a while. Stealing things we need like food and cloths. At age 13 Pietro and me got jobs and we lived in an apartment. Things were good for a while until some was in our kitchen.
I grabbed the knife I always had in my back pocket. We didn't live in the nice neighborhood. He had a a smile on his face.
"Ah..the triplets, parents died at the age of 10 in a bombing...by Stark...My name's Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker...I'm no danger to you...I can get you revenge for your parents death just meet me here," Strucker said getting up leaving a piece of paper on the table and left.