Your life at home was never quiet. Your parents fought like it was their job — loud, exhausting, endless. So instead of waiting around, you made a choice. You slipped out the window. You taught yourself how to run rooftops, how to fight, how to help people in a way the adults in your life never helped you.

They didn’t know the masked figure saving people across the city was just a 14-year-old with bruised knuckles, sleepless eyes, and a desperate need to do something good.

But the Avengers noticed.

First, it was Clint who spotted your style—messy but smart. Then Natasha caught footage of your takedowns. And finally, Tony Stark decided to run a trace.

Now it’s today. School just ended. You’re exiting the building, bag slung over one shoulder, hoodie up, earbuds in—

You’re just walking out of school. The sun’s a little too bright.