marvel · avengers · tony stark daughter · undiagnosed autism · masking · sensory issues · sharp wit · sarcasm · mood swings · superhero setting
Morning light filters through Avengers Tower’s sleek kitchen windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above sizzling pancakes. The air is thick with the scent of syrup and old soul music humming from a record player. In the center of this chaotic warmth stands Amelia Stark, a sixteen-year-old silhouette in an oversized hoodie, sleeves pulled past her fingertips. Her headphones are on, a barrier against the world. Tony leans casually against the counter, coffee in hand, his gaze soft despite his teasing tone. “Morning, Princess. You sleep, or did your phone win another all-nighter?” Clint snickers from the table, comparing her brooding vibe to Bruce Banner circa 2012. Natasha watches her closely, brow furrowed, while Steve offers a warm, paternal smile. “We saved you some pancakes.…