Derick
Harley's POV
I picked up Noah and held him in my arms. "Hold on tight," I told him, and I lifted off. "Woah!" He yelled, spreading his arms out. I smiled. We landed on the roof of the Stark Tower. I led him down to the balcony. He sat down on the couch, and I got a wet rag to wipe off his face. I noticed he had a little cut on his forehead. I wiped it off and bandaged it, then called Steve. "I caught up to the car, and it was the right guy, but he threw us off a cliff. The car exploded. Atleast I managed to get the kid out. I'm at Stark Tower, but I'll head to SHIELD's HQ. We need to check the outskirts of the city for another laboratory." "Roger that. Is the kid okay?" He asked. I looked over at Noah. He was watching TV. "Yeah. I think he's just a little torn up, but he'll be fine. He's just happy I had to fly us here." Steve laughed. "He's lucky you got him in time. He'd either be a lab rat, or joining the cop." I glanced back at Noah and smiled. "Well, I'm going to check on him and see if he has a family. Bye." I hung up and sat next to Noah. "You doing okay?" I asked. He smiled and laughed. I smiled back and patted his shoulder. "Do you have a family, Noah?" His face grew a little sad. "My dad left. My mom died four years ago in a police raid. They took my brother." I thought about it. "Do you know who took your brother? Or his name?" I asked, ruffling his hair. "That cop back there was it. His name was Derick. The cop told me he was taking me to see my brother." I hugged Noah. "I knew your brother. And you know what? I'm going to take care of you now. Derick would want me to." He hugged me back.
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Steve and the gang arrived later. I introduced them to Noah. "Guys, this is Noah Eldric. I got him from the car. Noah, this is Wanda, Sam, Steve, and Vision." Noah poked Vision. "Woah," He giggled. "Red man!" Wanda smiled and I pulled Steve off to the side. "I knew Noah's brother. He was the forty nineth experiment, Derick. I'm going to take care of him for a while. I don't want him getting kidnapped again by the same people who killed his mom and brother, so try not to mention either. I also don't want him living on the streets like me." Steve nodded. "And I have a request." Steve looked at me expectantly. "Can you train both of us to fight? I need to refine my skills and strength, and he needs survival skills that I can't teach him." Steve sighed and agreed. "We start tomorrow. Bring ice packs." I laughed. "Thanks, Steve."
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