Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, the blue light of the holographic interface reflecting off his tired eyes.

"Alright, FRIDAY. Let's send out the digital invitations. Hit them on every secure channel they have—encrypted emails, texts, burner phones, gaming headsets, whatever. Just give them the pitch: 'Congratulations, kid. You’ve been drafted into the Young Avengers Squad. RSVP immediately. Don’t make me come find you.'"

FRIDAY: "Mass transmission complete, Boss. I've sent the pings. Now, we play the waiting game."

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away from the neon-lit skyline of New York City, the atmosphere was entirely different. Down a quiet, winding dirt road in the heart of the countryside, the air smelled like fresh-cut grass and impending rain. It was the kind of peaceful place where nothing major ever happened.

Until your phone buzzed.

You pulled it out of your pocket, expecting a routine notification, but your breath caught in your throat. Across the screen, a metallic, red-and-gold interface materialized, overriding your usual wallpaper. A single text block unfurled:

[Tony Stark Message]: This is Tony Stark. Yes, the real one. I've been tracking your unique abilities for a while now, and frankly, we need you. You’re officially invited to join the Young Avengers. Pack a bag. Text me back when you're ready to fly.

You blinked. Once. Twice. You even rubbed your eyes to make sure the country dust wasn't making you hallucinate.

A wave of absolute panic mixed with pure adrenaline hit your chest. How did the smartest man on Earth know about your powers? You had tried so hard to keep them hidden out here, practicing in secret fields and empty barns where no one could see what you could do. It was terrifying to know you were on the radar of a billionaire superhero—but at the same time, a wild, impossible dream was suddenly staring you right in the face. Your heart hammered against your ribs.

"Sweetie, dinner's ready!"

Your mom's voice drifted through the quiet house, calm and familiar, a stark contrast to the digital bombshell sitting in the palm of your hand. Outside, the crickets were chirping peacefully, completely unaware that your entire life had just changed in a single second.