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"It's ok honey," Grant Goodwin hushed his crying daughter as loud bangs echoed from downstairs. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, little fists curling tightly onto his faded grey t-shirt with a Stark logo emblazoned on the front.
"Daddy I'm scared," the little girl whimpered as her father opened the door to her closet and revealed a small hole just big enough to hold a young child. Her tears were just starting to create a wet spot on the left shoulder of his shirt when the man adjusted her in his arms so he could study her face one more time.
"I know honey but you're going to be okay," Grant kissed his daughters forehead before gently placing her into the hiding place. Tears continued streaming down her face as she reached out for his hands.
"Daddy don't go!" She cried out, about to get out of the spot and cling to her father. A particularly loud crash could be heard from downstairs, quickly followed by a rain of gunfire. The little girl retreated back into the spot, tiny hands covering her tiny ears from the loud scary noises. Her big grey blue eyes were full of tears and were locked onto her father's identical pair, her trembling bottom lip begging him not to leave her here alone.
"Honey I have to! Know that me and your mother love you so very much." Grant tried to frantically sooth his daughter as voices started shouting in a foreign language, and heavy footfalls echoed off the wooden stairs. "Be quiet for a while okay? And keep these safe for me, alright?" Grant handed her a sealed envelope before draping a beautiful gold necklace with a gold ring on it around her neck.
One last lingering kiss was placed to Parker's forehead before her old life went dark and loudly died. The quiet sobs of a six year old undistinguishable amid the loud uproar going on outside her little hiding spot.