First Spark: Chapter One of the Fireheart Saga

Part One: The Fine Art of Bullshit

Nothing in this crazy ass mansion made sense to Amelia. "How much glass does one man need?" She wondered, hopping up to perch on the gray kitchen counter as sunlight streamed in through the monstrous floor to ceiling windows Tony lined the walls with.

A pair of almighty heels clicked on the polished floors as Tony's assistant, the ginger haired and feisty Pepper Potts, strode into the kitchen, a dry cleaning bag in hand. "Every time you visit you ask the same question." Pepper pointed out, checking her phone.

A smile grew on Amelia's pointed lips and she began to unwind her long black hair from its braid, shaking out the wavy strands just as two slices of toast popped from the toaster. "And every time I get the same answer." Amelia whined, grabbing the first slice and slathered a generous slob of butter across it, a few crumbs falling on her navy t-shirt as she bit down.

"Because when you've got a view like that you deserve all the glass in the world."

Amelia didn't glance up from her toast as her father ambled into the sunlit kitchen, ignoring Amelia perched atop the counter. "And it's called modern art, you sweet, uncultured daughter of mine." Tony combed a hand through his slick black hair, running it along the side of his weathered features to rub at the goatee decorating his chin.

"This." Amelia waved her toast around the unbelievably spotless kitchen, the monotone surfaces, the excessive space, even the stainless steel fireplace along the wall, deep brown eyes cringing at all the white and exposed metal. "Is not modern art."

Tony narrowed matching brown eyes at her. "Aren't you students supposed to be studying or something, you know?" He snatched the toast from her hands, "Why are you gracing me with your undoubtedly lovely presence."

"As if you know what normal students do." Amelia snickered, snatching the toast back, "Uncle Rhodey told me everything before I turned sixteen."

Tony visibly shuddered, picking the second slice of toast out. "Jarvis, remind me to reprimand Rhodes the next time I see him."

"Of course, sir." The plucky interface perked up, his plummy voice echoing around the kitchen.

"I'll be out of your hair, soon enough." Amelia took another bite of toast, hopping down from the counter. "I just came for the free breakfast."

"You students," Tony shook his head, "Always scrounging off your parents."

"And you wouldn't have it any other way." Amelia smirked, brushing off a few crumbs.

Tony dribbled jam over his slice, shoving it in his bearded mouth as he slipped past the two women, throwing an awkward wave back at her as he left that had Amelia shaking her head.

The old man never changed.

"Wait," He skidded across the floor in his socks, catching hold of the doorframe to drag himself back and narrow his eyes at her shirt, taking the slice from his mouth, crumbs spilling out. "Whose shirt is that?"

Amelia glanced down at the shirt, the baggy front tucked into her jeans, 'US Air Force' written across the breast in big white letters. A playful smile danced across her sharp features when she looked back up, wrapping her free hand around her cup of coffee. "Definitely not mine."

A sly smirk slid across Tony's lips as he bit down on the toast, nodding approvingly at Amelia, and Pepper rolled her eyes at him. "Just don't get caught in the governor's mansion this time." Tony winked, twisting on his heel.

"That happened one time." Amelia sighed irritably, taking a sip of the warm coffee, catching Pepper as she bit back a laugh. "Oh, you think that was funny, do you?"