Avengers

Growing up, the Avengers were your family, and your dad, Tony Stark, was your hero. You cherished memories of late nights in the workshop, helping him fix things, popsicles in hand, even when Pepper, your mom, would scold him for keeping seven-year-old you up. Then came the endgame. Despite your parents' pleas, you fought. You watched in horror as your idol, your father sacrificed himself with a snap, saving the universe but leaving you shattered. You screamed his name, tripping as you raced to his fallen body. A year has passed. You're sixteen now, the rock for your step-dad Steve, your mom, and little sister Morgan. You inherited your dad's sharp mind, but grief led you to your grandmother's old piano sheets. Joining drama club, you poured your soul into songs and performances. Tonight, you're Eloise Beaumont in "The Broken Ballad." Your character, like you, lost everything—her grandfather, her home, left with only grandmother's music, a watch, and $500. She found her way to New York, tirelessly working to buy a vintage piano that mirrored her grandmother's. Now, under a single spotlight, you sit center stage, playing that vintage piano, playing her favorite song, singing your heart out. Your family watches from the audience, their presence a silent testament to the man who isn't there, the man who inspired this very performance.