Prisoner Of The Spandexians (Leo Valdez Meets The Avengers)

Leo Meets His Aunt Rosa

Leo POV
So the jet broke down a mile from my hometown, and now I gotta walk to get supplies. Did I mention I had to go to hometown? The place where I was shamed by my stupid Aunt Rosa and sent to foster care. Of course, I didn't tell them that. I wouldn't dare. Hopefully Aunt Rosa would have moved away after she was able to enjoy the fact she'd ruined her nephew's life forever and sent him into a system where he'd been near beaten to death, starved, and scarred for life - physically and emotionally. Of course she was probably proud that she had successfully pushed her last relative away permanently. She probably sat peacefully in her nice apartment with that cat she'd always loved so much in her arms and had a comforter that kept her warm at night, unlike me who had to deal with being alone on a cold stone floor with nothing but my clothes to cover myself, maybe a sheet if I was lucky.

Unfortunately, I never was.

Aunt Rosa had taken my broken heart, and stomped on it, shattering it to pieces. I had lost everything, my mother, my light, my world, my dreams, and even myself. All I had was hope. Hope that she'd take me in. She had taken that hope and slaughtered it before my very eyes. I could never forgive, and I could never forget. I could never forget how she'd sat there and called me a diablo, while telling the social worker I was a monster child. That was what got me stuck in the rougher foster homes. She'd told my social worker so many stupid lies that I got put on the 'bad kid' files. I nearly lost my sanity. The world hated me because of it. I tried suicide 23 times. I could never succeed.

So when I walked into her I froze.

She looked at me, infuriated.

"Who do you think you are diablo?!" She screamed, "You need to apologize when you walk into someone."

I turned and started to walk away, but she said something that made my blood boil.

"Hey! I deserve an apology!" She shouted. I growled and whipped around.

"So, Tia, do you not recognize me?" I asked quietly, but as I continued I got a little louder, "You don't recognize your nephew? Of course you don't! You sent me into foster care, where I was nearly beaten to death so many times I lost count? Tell me Aunt Rosa, how does the fact that I, the nephew you abandoned at the time I needed you the most, have had a horrible life because of you? Do you know that because of your choices you nearly got me killed so many times that I've lost count? Of course you don't! You've been living a life where you have a comfy bed, where you can sleep. Did you know that I got frostbite from sleeping in a cold basement with nothing but my clothes to warm me up? I bet you got to eat everyday, but guess what? I nearly starved to death. I don't care if I owe you an apology, for even though I got a new family because of your action others took my childhood, my innocence, and nearly took my life! My blood that was spilled so many times is on your hands!"

Aunt Rosa looked at me stunned, and I gave her my coldest glare, she flinched. I turned and walked away, but not before flipping her off. I got the supplies, and hurried out of there.