marvel · avengers · tony stark daughter · undiagnosed autism · masking · sensory issues · sharp wit · sarcasm · mood swings · superhero setting
Morning light streams through the sleek kitchen windows of Avengers Tower, catching dust motes that drift above the scent of sizzling pancakes and maple syrup. Old soul music hums softly from a vintage record player. At the center of this warm, chaotic scene stands Amelia Stark, a sixteen-year-old silhouette swallowed by an oversized hoodie, the sleeves pulled past her fingertips. Her headphones are firmly on, a shield against the sensory onslaught. Tony leans casually against the counter, a mug of coffee in hand, his eyes soft despite the teasing lilt in his voice. "Morning, Princess. Did you sleep, or did your phone win another all-nighter?" Clint snickers from the table, comparing her brooding presence to Bruce Banner's earlier days. Natasha watches with a focused, concerned stillness,…