•[[chapter two]]•
There was nothing but blurs the next week. The funeral of his parents? A blur. The going through custody laws? A blur. Robb had no job yet, and no way to support all six of them, but he'd rather go through hell and back then let Bran and Arya or Rickon go into foster care.
Bran still hadn't been able to ask Robb about the fire, or Arya about her strange shadow like appearance the day of the "accident". Or how all of a sudden the wolves they called dogs understood what Rickon told them. Questions that had been going through Bran's head ever since that day.
They were going to stay with their distant cousin. Who owned Stark Enterprises. Tony Stark. Bran had never heard of him, but apparently the guy lived in New York, which meant a long tiring plane ride.
When Bran heard about what was happening he couldn't believe it. The man was sending them a private jet! Bran couldn't help but feel grateful, he hated social situations, being a cripple in a public airplane was one of them.
So the six of them packed their few belongings they had left and waited on a plane runway for what felt like only minutes when the impressive jet touched down smoothly and practically invited them in.
Jon helped Bran in his newly appointed wheelchair inside the jet cabin. Sansa carried a few suitcases. All they had managed to save from the ruins of the Stark household were Arya's dance bag, Jon's laptop, that had been on the second floor so it didn't get ruined, Sansa's magazine, which she'd held in her hands almost the entire time the house burned down, their dogs, the clothes on their backs, and Shireen's books she'd lent to Rickon. They'd lost all their family photos other than the ones Jon had on the laptop, which was a lot, surprisingly, he loved the family as much as the others, despite the fact that Catelyn, their mother, didn't like him incredibly.
Apparently Shireen was going with them. Tony Stark invited the children of his cousin and any friends they wanted. That led to Shireen meeting them on the runway. The girl was practically glued to Rickon the entire time. She was sweet, and had the nasty scars on her face but was overall a great person.
Shireen's family wasn't going to miss her, her parents were divorced, her mother despised her, her father's girlfriend was the reason for Shireen's accident and burn scars, and her father did nothing but pity her for an accident he didn't even try to prevent. So needless to say she wouldn't be missed if she moved across the planet, let alone the country.
When all the Stark siblings plus Shireen found themselves on the jet it took off. Robb anxiously paced the jet cabin and kept glancing at Greywind, who gave him a mirrored look of confusion.
"What happened when the fire started?" Bran asked quietly when Robb sat down across from him.
Robb's eyes widened but Jon gave him a look. "He deserves to know." He murmured.
Robb looked around to make sure Arya, Sansa, Rickon, and Shireen weren't listening.
"Alright." He said quietly and began his story.
"We were fixing that window. The one Jon and I broke. And we wanted to take a break, so we went to sit in the lawn chairs we left in the garage. We were just talking, about college and other shit that doesn't matter any more." He said, his words bitter, Bran couldn't help but flinch when Robb swore, he never cursed. "The wall just caught flames, went up like someone had soaked it in gasoline, and it fell on top of father, mum tried to get him out. I tried so hard to save her, she wouldn't leave him though. I went to get the water hose and that's when the other wall fell."
"It fell on top of you?" Bran asked.
"Yes."
Bran nodded and left him continue.
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Fanfiction-It was one of those days, Bran thought as he pulled himself out of bed and reached for his wheelchair, his paralysed legs dangling uselessly behind him. He misplaced his hand and fell to the floor. His dog Summer came to his side and licked his han...
