My Brother? He's a Playboy, Billionaire, Genuis, and a Philanthropist. He's also Iron Man
Flashback
I sat on the cold, metal floor; with nothing but the clothes on my back to keep me warm. I opened up my wings, and I wrapped them around my shivering body; trying desperately to keep myself warm. Doctor Maxwell walked in front of my cage, and she smacked her hand on the bars. “Get up!” She snapped, harshly. I jumped, but shakily I stood up; but my legs buckled and gave out. “GET UP!” She shouted. I bit my lip, preventing myself from crying out in pain, and I crawled out of the cage, and I hit the ground. Doctor Martin grabbed my arm roughly, and he dragged me to where the rest of us were gathering; or as I should say, where they were all dragging us to. He let go of me, and I hit the cold marble floor.
This is where they would ‘feed’ us. Most of the time it was usually scraps; unless it was a public holiday, or someone’s birthday, then they would feed us actual food. I was the oldest kid; and I took it upon myself to watch out for the younger kids, like making sure that they had enough to eat…and I would take punishments for them. Punishments were basically a humane version of torture, and they were done in front of everyone; they would explain what they had done wrong. Kids and babies would cry, but there was nothing that I could do to comfort them. In spite of all this dismay, there was one week every month, where things would be bright. It was an adoption week. Only on this week would they actually treat us right. They would feed us actual food, not out of the ‘goodness’ of their so called ‘hearts’ but only to make it seem as if they were kind and caring.
I can remember it all so clearly as if it was yesterday…it was a September evening; and they thought that no one else would be stopping by that evening. Just then; Emily, one of the toddlers began crying because no one had adopted her. I pitied her because she was cute, and she was bound to get adopted sooner or later. Me, on the other hand, I knew I wasn't going to get adopted, so I stopped trying to impress people. A doctor raised his hand, about to strike Emily, but before he could, I ran over to him, grabbed his hand, and I flipped him over my back. I snatched up Emily, wanting to take any blow that was meant for her. Another doctor grabbed me by my hair, and tried to rip Emily out of my hands, I winced at the pain, but I was determined to protect Emily. Just then, I heard a throat being cleared, and standing by the entrance, was a man and a woman; both of them wide-eyed at the scene. The woman I did not know, but the man I knew.
He was Tony Stark. From what I heard, he was a billionaire, and a genius. Why he was here, I had no idea. “What are you doing?” He asked. They didn’t answer, but the doctor who was holding me by my hair, dropped me. I still had Emily in my arms, but I made sure that I did not land on her. I groaned, as I shakily stood up.
"Maxi……” Emily cooed, as she wrapped her frail arms around my neck. I kept my arms wrapped around her, protectively.
"You…” Tony said, pointing at me. “Don’t worry, I am not going to harm you, or your friend."
I took his word for it, and I walked over to him. “What’s your name?” He asked me. “
Maxine…but a lot of people……actually everyone calls me Max; or as Emily calls me…Maxi…” Emily smiled.
“So…I’m guessing that you must be Emily…” Tony said, poking Emily in the belly, making her giggle.
“You want to get out of here?” Tony asked, as he leaned closer to my ear.
“I’m not leaving without Emily…I’m the only person who cares for her…” I said, firmly. Tony smiled. “Let’s go then…” I smiled, but then I remembered something.
“Wait…What about the rest of them…”
“By tomorrow, they will all have homes. I promise…”
His word stayed true, for the next day, all 110 kids and toddlers had been adopted. Ever since that day, I have been Tony’s little sister. But I can still hear the screams of all the kids, and the cries of the babies.....
