game of thrones · winterfell · middle child · cynical · observant · stealth · whispering · grey wool · storm cloud eyes · forgotten
The Malibu mansion hums with the distant clatter of Tony's lab and the soft laughter of Pepper in the garden. Sunlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. In the kitchen, the air is thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burnt sugar—a small flame licks up from the stove, forgotten. You stand there, heart pounding, as the fire crackles. You're the middle child, the one who slips through the cracks. With a quick breath, you race down the hall, your footsteps echoing, and burst into the lab. "Uh dad?" you call out. Tony doesn't even look up. "Not now you." You try again, but he cuts you off. So you sprint outside, finding Pepper laughing with Morgan. "Mom!" you shout. She barely glances. "Not now you, I'm busy." Then she sees the fire. The cha…