This is... something that has progressed during the lockdown. So it could be completely whack. But we'll see. I've got like 24000+ written that just needs to be structured into chapters. Some of this is in Japanese and Russian, translation (Thank you google) are in the notes below, just match the numbers on the sentences. Also, I've changed Clint and Phil's ages in this for reasons that I will explain later ;) I'll add other tags at a later date as other chapters are added.
Not beta'ed and I'm a dyslexic, British fella, so keep that in mind when reading. Hope ya'll are safe and healthy and enjoy!
Pairings so far are as follows (I'll add more as the story develops):
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Jane Foster/Thor
Extra tags also include but are not limited to: Original Male Character, Past Abuse (will be Trigger warnings before hand), Nightmares, PTSD, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Avengers, Protective Natasha Romanoff, Protective Clint Barton, Protective Tony Stark, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Phil Coulson,
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"Hold your fire, we've got a kid in the field!" Captain America shouts, holding his hand up so anyone who doesn't hear, can at least see the signal to stop firing their weapons.
The 'kid' is around a hundred yards in front the Captain, Clint and Nat and seems to have just appeared from no where, carrying what looks like a Katana. The HYDRA agents are gathering around him like bugs around syrup, but he seems to be holding his own, hitting agents right and left.
"Cap, what's going on down there?" Tony asks over the comms.
"There's a kid in the field Tone, HYDRA all around him." Cap grunts out as he swings his shield around, knocking down three enemy at the same time.
"A kid?" Tony snaps. "What the hell is a kid doing out there? I thought Legolas and Widow cleared everyone to safety?"
"We did, Shellhead." Clint snaps back, firing off three arrows in quick succession, killing three agents while still watching the kids every move. "He just appeared out of nowhere, kinda like we do."
"Yeah well, make him disappear back to somewhere." Tony murmurs, the sound of his repulsors echoing over the comms unit as he takes out a tank.
"If only it were that easy." Steve grumbles to himself, fighting his way down the street towards the kid.
His eyes flick over to the kid repeatedly as they both fight and he makes mental notes of the kids appearance and fighting techniques. He's skinny and agile, able to move around his enemies with ease in his shorts and sleeveless top, while they basically stumble in their heavy armour and helmets. He's also wearing, is that a collar? A thick, heavy looking piece of metal tight around his neck, with no obvious way to open it.
His hair, either blonde and full of dirt or light brown in colour, is pulling back into a small ponytail, reminding Steve of pictures of Viking warriors he's seen in history books. He's also barefoot and able to use his surroundings to his advantage while fighting, boosting himself up on a car to slam down on an agent and able to jump up and over them with Black Widow style grace and power.
"Hey kid," He calls as he punches out a HYDRA agent. "It's dangerous here, you need to get to safety."
The kid, Steve can now see he's probably around twelve or thirteen, either doesn't hear him or chooses to ignore him. Even so, he keeps fighting, now alongside Steve, swiping his Katana across the neck of an agent who tries to shoot Steve in the back.
Steve is stunned by his actions but the boy doesn't look twice at the body of the man he's just killed, and something in Steve isn't sure what to think about that.
"Cap, you gonna get that kid to safety or you wanna keep playing toy soldiers with him?" Nat calls over the comms.
"I can't exactly scoop him up and run off with him!" Steve snaps. "He's using a sword, if you haven't noticed."
"And you're a super solider, Steve!" Nat snaps back.
"I'm clear here, coming to you, Cap." Tony murmurs in the comms.
Its at that moment that Steve hears a pained shout from behind and the clatter of something metal hitting the concrete. Steve whirls around to see the boy on one knee on the floor, clutching his stomach as blood pools in his hands, a HYDRA agent ten yards away aiming his weapon at him. Steve wants to help but he's tried up with four agents of his own.
He watches, almost in slow motion as the boys bloodied fingers wrap around a piece of rebar laying on the ground, maybe four foot long. With a shout, the boy leaps up and forward, the rebar in his hands and raised above his head. Steve watches as the boys bare feet literally land on the agents chest and the rebar plunges through his shoulder and into his torso. The boy then releases his grip on the bar and rolls forward and up onto his feet, looking back at the agent.
"Uh, Cap," Steve hears Clint over the comms. "What the hell was that?"
Before Steve can answer, the kid coughs a little and Steve's eyes flick to him as blood drips from his mouth and he falls to his knees.
Clint, Steve and the kid all speak at once.
"Cap?"
"Kid?"
"Watashi o tasuketekudasai."
As Clint and Steve watch, the boy coughs again, more blood pouring from his mouth, and he crumples to floor like someone zapped all the bones from his body. Steve knows at that second, that no matter who this kid is, he was going to help him.
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As Tony rounds the corner of the street, he takes out the remaining HYDRA agents with a few short blasts of his repulsors. "Sit rep, Cap." He calls as he scouts the street for any more agents before he lands.
"This kid is hurt pretty bad, Tones." Steve reports, kneeling next to the boy to check his pulse. "Pulse is fast, he's still breathing, we need to take him to the med bay ASAP."
"Hold your horses, Stars and Stripes." Tony calls over the comms, landing with a clunk next to Steve.
He pops the faceplate of his suit and eyes the boy suspiciously. "How do we know he's not one of HYDRA's lil experiments?" Tony says, waving his gauntlet covered hands around for emphasis.
"Uh, you see that agent looking like a HYDRA shish kebob?" Clint asks Tony, nodding to the agent with the rebar sticking through his torso. "He did that." Clint points out.
Tony frowns and looks the boy over. "How? He's tiny?" He says in disbelieve.
"He's also bleeding, Tony." Steve says in his best Captain voice, showing Tony the blood soaked vest the kid is wearing. "We need to get him on the Quinjet, now. Where's Natasha?"
"She's already gone to the Quinjet." Clint informs his teammates. "Bruce is on board. He should be able to look the kid over until we get back to The Tower and Helen can take over."
Steve nods before settling his shield on his back and then scooping the boy up in his arms. He's not surprised to find that he's feather light.
"Cap, you sure this is a good idea?" Tony asks and Steve locks eyes with him.
Steve knows by the look in Tony's eyes that at that moment he's not talking to Iron Man or the great Tony Stark, he's talking to his Anthony. "No, I'm not sure." He says truthfully. "But this kid saved me from being shot and I'm not going to leave him out here to die alone."
A smile tugs at Tony's lips. "Always the hero." He murmurs to Steve and Steve rolls his eyes.
The boy stirs and murmurs in Steve's arms as he starts to walk towards where the Quinjet is waiting, his head lolling side to side. He lets out a small whimper that Steve isn't quite sure is real or not before he says, "Onegaishimasu." Another whimper accompanying the foreign word. "Sore wa itai." The boy sobs.
"What'd he say?" Tony asks from behind Steve.
"I'm not sure." Steve frowns. "It wasn't English."
"It was Japanese. He said, 'it hurts'." Clint says with a frown equally Steve's. "What he said before he passed out, that was Japanese as well. He said 'Please help me'."
Clint steps closer, squinting down at the boy in Steve's arms. "Hey kid," He says, hoping to get the boys attention. The boy cracks his eyes open to look at Clint as the trio trudge along, Clint awkwardly trying to walk while also trying to keep eye contact with the kid.
"Watashitachi wa anata o watashitachi no jettoki ni modoshi, iryō no tasuke o motomemasu. Watashi ga itta koto o shitte imasu ka?" Clint says to the boy. (1)
The boy looks over Clint for a few seconds, his eyes glazed and looking like he's trying to decide whether or not to trust him. But since he can't even focus properly on the blonde haired, frowning, bow wielding rescuer, he decides to just nod his head instead.
"Hai, arigatōgozaimasu." He says with appreciation. (2)
Clint can see the uncertainty flashing in his eyes as he fights to keep them open and aware of his surroundings, so he tries to reassure the boy. "Anata wa watashitachi to issho ni anzen ni narimasu. Yakusoku shimasu." He tells the boy with a half smile. (3)
Clint doesn't know why, but he has a feeling this boy is about to become a huge part in his life and he wants him to feel comfortable around them all. The boy just nods again, still watching Clint and fighting the unconsciousness that is no doubt clawing at the front of his mind.
When they reach the Quinjet, Natasha is already in the pilots seat and Bruce is ready in the small med bay for the boy. Steve gently rests him down on a small portable med-bed and steps back, fully aware that the space isn't big enough for Bruce, himself and Clint, who seems to not want to leave the boy alone.
"What happened to him?" Bruce asks in his usual, calm tone.
"We're unsure." Steve says, still in full Captain mode. "Clint, why don't head up front with Nat?"
At Steve's words, the boys hand shoots out and grabs onto Clint's wrist, his eyes wide with fear. "Taizai. Onegaishimasu?" He pleads. (4)
Clint looks down in shock and then back up to Steve, who holds his hands in the general 'it's ok' gesture.
"Hai, shukuhaku shimasu." Clint murmurs to the boy, patting his hand as Steve leaves the room. (5)
"New friend of yours?" Bruce asks Clint, a hint of amusement in his voice as his eyes flick down to the boy.
Clint sighs and pulls up a seat. "Somethin' like that. You got anything to eat in here Banner?" He asks, looking around for a snack.
"Banner?" The boy murmurs, heaving himself up on the bed.
"Whoa kid, careful. Chūi shite kudasai. Hm?" Clint says, reaching out and steading the boy as he sways slightly, not at all bothered that he nearly topples backwards off the bed. (6)
The boy points a shaky hand at Bruce and looks at Clint. "Ishi?" He asks quietly. (7)
"Hai." Clint confirms. "Dr Bruce Banner." (8)
"Uh, Clint, you wanna tell me what's going on?" Bruce asks from where he's setting up the equipment to take blood samples.
"He's asking if you're Bruce Banner." Clint says with a shrug.
"Why?"
"Dōshite?" Clint asks the boy. (9)
The boy turns back to Bruce and shuffles a little on the bed. "Dr Banner, Sir, it's an honour to meet you." The boy says in the most British accent Clint thinks he's ever heard.
Bruce looks a little shocked but smiles all the same. "Thanks." He says, going back to the tray in front of him.
The boy turns back to Clint then, noting the look of utter surprise plastered across his features. "You're British?" Clint asks with a shocked laugh.
"Um, actually Sir, I'm"
The boy doesn't get to finish his sentence because as he speaks, there's a loud crack in the room and he goes rigid. Clint startles, looking around to see where the crack came from, only to realise a split second later that it came from the thick band of metal wrapped around the kids neck.
There's another huge crack and the kid starts to convulse, falling to the floor. Bruce jumps forward to help the boy and Clint watches in horror, not sure what else he can do.
"Clint! Grab me that towel." Bruce snaps, pointing over his shoulder.
Clint does as he's instructed, dropping the towel at Bruce's feet. He watches with wide eyes as Bruce rolls the towel up and places it under the kids neck to help support his head.
As quickly as he started to convulse, he stops, laying still on the floor covered in a layer of sweat. Bruce's hands are flitting over him, checking his pulse, his breathing. "Clint, help me get him back on the table." Bruce murmurs.
Between the two of them, they scoop the unconscious boy and settle him on the med-bed and Bruce stands back a little. "J.A.R.V.I.S., biometric scan." He commands.
They both watch as a thin blue line scans over the boy from head to toe and back up again before flickering away. "Biometric scan complete Dr Banner." J.A.R.V.I.S. informs him, images, numbers and charts popping up on Bruce's computer.
"What caused the convulsions?" Clint asks, his eyes still pinned on the boy.
"It appears the device around the patients neck is capable of emitting an electrical charge." J.A.R.V.I.S. explains.
"Like a shock collar for a dog?" Clint asks in disbelieve.
"Precisely, Agent Barton. Although, this variation has been altered." Another image flashing on the screen, a close up of the collar. "It appears to be imbedded in the patients sternocleidomastoid muscle and anchored with two barbed pegs and there also appears to be some interference with the patients internal jugular vein."
"Oh my god." Bruce breaths out, eyeing the images carefully. "Can it be removed without causing extensive damage?"
"Chances of survival are seventeen point six percent."
"Shit." Bruce huffs out, slumping into a chair.
"Could be worse." Clint murmurs.
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The week after Juno arrived at The Tower, he remained completely unconscious and in The Towers medical wing. Bruce had undertaken every test he could think of and was still awaiting results for some of them. None of the results gave him any informations as to why the boy had fully, physically healed, but was still unconscious.
Bruce was able to remove the collar with Helen Cho's help and thanks to a new compound Helen had been working on, they were able to remove it without any extensive damage to the boys health. The new compound accelerates the healing process in a persons DNA, so the two Doctors were able to create an IV version and have it running through the boys system while they performed a small surgical procedure. He would be left with two scars on his neck from the barbed pegs, but apart from that, the Doctors were confident the he shouldn't suffer any lasting efforts.
Despite him not being a threat while unconscious, Tony had stationed a suit outside the room the boy was recovery in, controlled by J.A.R.V.I.S.. The AI was also monitoring the boys vitals round the clock and was told to alert the team if anything changed.
He had become the talk of the Tower and S.H.I.E.L.D., with everyone referring to him as The Ghost, because the only ones to have seen him wouldn't talk about him and didn't know anything about him.
Director Fury had called Steve asking what all the fuss was about. Steve had bent the truth as much as he felt comfortable with, explaining that they had an unconscious patient, they were waiting for them to recover so they could help them back to their family. Fury didn't believe him in a whole, but aside from storming Stark Tower with a small army of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, there wasn't much he could to prove Steve wrong.
Clint had visited him every morning and evening, speaking to him in both Japanese and English in the hopes that one of the languages would cause him to response more than the other. He also tried some Chinese and Arabic to see if that would wake the boy, but nothing worked.
It was on the eighth day, when Clint had spent almost thirteen hours at the boys bedside willing him to wake up, Natasha went up to try and pull him down for a shower and something to eat.
"Clint, come on." She says for them millionth time. "J.A.R.V.I.S. will let you know when he wakes up."
"I can't leave him, Nat." Clint says again. "I can't let him wake up alone. He's just a kid."
Natasha, finally giving up after spending close to half an hour trying to persuade Clint to move, sits on the edge of the bed and tilts Clint's chin to look at her.
"Honey, he'll be fine." She tries to say again, but Clint is already shaking his head. "Bozhe moy, Clint, pozhaluysta." She groans out, flopping forward against his shoulder. (1)
Clint wraps his arms around her loosely, rubbing her back. He knows she means well, but he just can't leave this boy. "Pozhaluysta, Clint." She begs again. (2)
"Zatknis', Edyth. YA pytayus' usnut'." (3)
Both adults stare at each other for a few long seconds before you slowly look over to the boy. Natasha leans a little closer to the boy.
"Ditya?" She says, wondering if they imagined him speaking out of simply wanting him to wake up. (4)
The boy lets out a small whine, like a frightened puppy and moves his head slightly. "Ne ditya." He murmurs. "Kholodno, Edyth." (5)
"You're cold?" Clint asks, pulling the blankets from the bottom of the bed, up and towards the boys chest.
The boy flinches away as Clint speaks and he cracks his eyes open. "Net. Prosto Edyth. Ne ty." He whispers, his voice trembling slightly. (6)
Clint frowns and looks to Natasha. "He wants you to leave, Clint." She says with an apologetic smile. "It's ok, I'll be fine. Can you tell you others for me?" She rests her hand on his cheek for a few seconds, calming his pounding heart.
"Ok, but I'm leaving the suit outside." Clint tells her as he stands up and reluctantly walks out of the room.
Natasha turns back to the boy to see him watching her anxiously. She offers him her signature, warm, comforting smile and tilts her head to the side. "YA Natasha. Kak vas zovut?" She asks him quietly. (7)
The boy watches her for what feels like hours before he swallows and whispers, "YA Juno." (8)
Natasha smiles again. "Privet, Juno." She greets. (9)
"Privet." He whispers, his cheeks tinging pink. "My mozhem govorit' po-angliyski, yesli khotite." (10)
Natasha considers the offer then says, "Would you prefer Russian or English?"
"English. Please."
Natasha nods and then settles onto the bed a little more. "Tell me Juno, do you know where you are?" She asks quietly.
"No Ma'am."
She watches as he shuffles around, trying to sit up. As he does, his trembling hands move to his neck and stop, his eyes going wide.
"Whe-where's my collar?" He stammers, looking terrified.
"Bruce and Helen removed it for you."
"No," Juno says, trying to swing his legs out of the bed. "No, n-no you can't. He'll come looking for me. He'll punish me. You don't know what you've done."
"Whoa, hey," Natasha jumps up as Juno tries to take a step, his legs giving out on him. "Careful milaya," She murmurs, trying to get him settled back into the bed. "No one is going to hurt you here. Ok? You're safe here."
"No, you don't understand." He tries telling her.
"Juno, listen," Natasha says, putting a little more authority in her voice. "You need to rest. You've been unconscious for over a week. You can't just go running away."
He stops struggling at her words and lets her manhandle him back onto the bed and under the blanket. "Over a week?" He asks eventually, once his breathing had calmed slightly.
"Yes, eight days to be precise."
"And h-he hasn't come looking for me? Masutāarufa?" Juno asks, looking and sounding like a small child.
"No milaya, you're safe here." She tells him again. "How old are you Juno?" She asks, suddenly realising that they know very little about this boy they'd been watching for a week.
"Fifteen."
Natasha can feel anger starting to bubble slightly. This young man, this boy has clearly been through hell in his fifteen years and he's a terrified mess.
"Ok," Natasha nods her head. "Why don't you sleep some more and then tomorrow morning, once you're rested, we'll have Bruce check you over and then we can discuss what we're going to do. Sound like a plan?"
Juno gnaws on his bottom lip as he thinks over what Natasha has said to him. It does sound like a plan, but what if someone here is like Masutāarufa? Natasha doesn't seem like him. She reminds Juno of his older sister Enola, kind, caring, warm and protective as hell.
"Will you stay with me?" He whispers, instantly regretting it because he sounds like a toddler.
Something flashes across Natasha's face and he isn't quiet sure what, but she smiles again before saying, "Of course I will. But only if you promise not to try and run."
Juno can feel his cheeks tinging pink and he looks down at his hands. "I promise." He mumbles.
"Ok. I just want to go and update Clint, he's the man that was in here earlier, and ask him to update the others. Are you hungry?"
"No Ma'am, I'm fine thank you."
Natasha smiles again and pats his knee before standing up. "There's a bathroom through there and there's a change of clothes if you want to rid yourself of that hospital gown."
Juno looks down at himself then and his face must turn crimson, but he realises that he tried to make a break for it while wearing nothing but a flimsy, open backed gown and Natasha had literally, physically moved him back into bed.
Natasha leaves the room without saying else and Juno bolts for the bathroom, grateful for a smaller room to try and pull his thoughts together. Where the hell is he anyway? He shakes that thought off, figuring he'll find out eventually, and shucks the gown, dropping it into what he thinks is a laundry basket. He then does the necessaries, relieving himself and having a quick wash, because eight days with no showering is gross.
He easily locates the spare clothes, a pair of boxer briefs, baggy sweatpants that are far too big for him and a long sleeve tee shirt that must belong to a giant. Once he's dressed and he's tamed his hair somewhat, he pads back into the bedroom and settles in the huge bed against the many pillows.
The room he's been sleeping in is huge, far larger than the room he and his siblings use to sleep in. The space they used for sleeping was enough for four single mattresses in a row, with all ten of them huddled together for warmth and comfort sharing what little blankets they were allowed.
Juno smiles to himself a little, remembering how they'd worked a system to have the smallest four, aged seven to thirteen sleep literally sprawled across and on to of the other six, with the two eldest on the ends and the others sandwiched in the middle. It was squeeze, no doubt about that, but it worked and it helped with keeping everyone safe, warm and happy. They didn't refer to themselves as The Pack for no reasons, sleeping and living like a pack of wolf cubs.
"Juno?" He hears a small knock on the door, breaking him out of his memories. "You decent?"
"Yes Ma'am." Juno calls back, his voice cracking slightly.
Natasha appears in the doorway with a bottle of water, smiling again. "Thought you might be thirsty." She says, walking over to the bed and handing him the water.
"Thank you." Juno murmurs, swigging half the contents in one go.
Natasha chuckles at him and settles next to him on the bed, her back to the headboard. "I spoke to the others. They know you're awake. J.A.R.V.I.S. has checked your vitals and everything looks good so Bruce is happy to wait until tomorrow to check you over." Natasha explains.
"Um, whose J.A.R.V.I.S.?" He asks, capping the bottle and placing it on the bedside table.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., care to introduce yourself?" Natasha asks.
"Hello Master Juno," A calm, British voice rings out, startling Juno half to death. "My name is J.A.R.V.I.S.."
"Um, where are you Mr Jarvis?" Juno asks, looking around the room.
"Oh, J.A.R.V.I.S. isn't a person." Natasha explains. "He's AI, built by Tony. He's our security, he runs most of SI part from Pep, he runs pretty much all of the computers here and at S.H.I.E.L.D., not that S.H.I.E.L.D. know that."
Juno stares at her blankly, not having understood a word of what she just said.
She shrugs a little with a tiny smile before saying, "He's basically a talking computer with eyes and ears everywhere."
"That's a little scary." Juno comments quietly.
"Don't worry, he's loyal to all of us. He's here to serve, right J?"
"Absolutely, Agent Romanoff."
"Now, sleep." Natasha says, levelling Juno with a look that doesn't give him any room to say otherwise.
She pulls the blankets back so he can settle in and then tucks them back around him as he nuzzles his face against the pillow next to her thigh.
"Do you still want me to stay or would you rather I leave?" She asks, wanting to give the boy an out if he needs one.
"Um, is it ok if you stay?" He murmurs quietly. "I'm used to having my siblings sleeping with me. It's a little strange to sleep alone, especially when it's so quiet."
Natasha turns a little so she can look down at him, noting how he's still fiddling with the sleeves that have fallen over his hands. "How many siblings do you have?" She asks, keeping her voice low.
"Nine." Juno says on a yawn. "I'm kinda of in the middle, age wise."
"What're your ages?"
"Um, oldest is Utah, he's nineteen." Juno yawns again and nuzzles his face into the pillow a little more, his nose brushing against Natasha's thighs slightly. "Then we go down a year each 'til we reach Kittyhawk, she's twelve. 'Nd then you got Sword and Lulu. He's eight and she's seven."
"Is Edyth one of your sisters?" She asks and Juno just nods with a yawn. That explains why he called her Edyth earlier.
Natasha frowns at the other names, not usual names for children, but she gets the feeling that those aren't actually their birth names. "Sounds like you had a lot of love between you all." She says quietly.
Juno hums and then yawns again, curling up into a ball on his side, his legs tucked against Natasha's, his toes pressing against her calfs and his face pressing against her thigh.
"You comfy down there malen'kiy detenysh?" She asks, using a nickname that she thinks is very fitting, especially considering his reply is a small whine and nuzzle.
Natasha chuckles softly and rests her hand on his hair, running her fingers through it gently. The motion elicits another whine, this one like a happy, content cub, as the boy settles into sleep, his breaths coming evenly.
Natasha doesn't know how long she sits there, stroking the boys hair with a smile on her face. But she also doesn't really care how long she's there for. This boy clearly craves love and affection and he's missing it from his siblings and she has plenty to dish out. What a perfect combination?
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Lemme know what y'all think!
Japanese
Masutāarufa = Master Alpha
1 "We'll take you back to our jet and seek medical help. Do you know what i said?" Clint says to the boy.
2 "Yes, Sir, thank you." He says with appreciation.
3 "You will be safe with us. I promise." He tells the boy with a half smile.
4 "Stay. Please?" He pleads.
5 "Yes, I will." Clint murmurs to the boy, patting his hand as Steve leaves the room.
6 "Be Careful. Hm?"
7 "Doctor?"
8 "Yes."
9 "Why?"
Russian
Milaya = Honey
malen'kiy detenysh = Little Cub
1 "Oh my god, Clint, please." She groans out, flopping forward against his shoulder.
2 He knows she means well, but he just can't leave this boy. "Please, Clint." She begs again.
3 "Shut up, Edyth. I'm trying to sleep."
4 "Boy?" She says, wondering if they imagined him speaking out of simply wanting him to wake up.
5 The boy lets out a small whine, like a frightened puppy and moves his head slightly. "Not a child." He murmurs. "Cold, Edyth."
6 The boy flinches away as Clint speaks and he cracks his eyes open. "No. Just Edyth. Not you." He whispers, his voice trembling slightly.
7 She offers him her signature, warm, comforting smile and tilts her head to the side. "I'm Natasha. What's your name?" She asks him quietly.
8 The boy watches her for what feels like hours before he swallows and whispers, "I'm Juno."
9 Natasha smiles again. "Hi, Juno." She greets.
10 "Hi." He whispers, his cheeks tinging pink. "We can speak in English, if you want."