Prompt: Mutant Tony Stark.
Evolve as being written.
Chapter 1:
Anthony Edward Stark always knew he wasn't a normal child, that he was strange. He was incredibly smart, even at the age of 2 he was already forming full sentences and using words most adults didn't know the meaning of.
That wasn't the only thing that made Anthony, or Tony as he preferred to be called, strange. He could feel everything. He always could but didn't know it was different (wrong Howard supplied in Tony's mind. "The bastards been dead for 20 years and he's still always in my head." A 30-odd year Tony muttered while writing down his story.) until the age of 4, when his knew abilities began acting up.
Tony was sitting on a chair in his room, feet hanging down nowhere near touching the floor, his legs swinging back and forth as his listened to the humming and mumblings that resonated though the room and seemed to hollow him everywhere he went. He looked around the room while reaching out with what little control he had over his telekinesis to nudge a fly back out of his open window. Tony figured his ability to move objects with his mind came from his other abilities. The ones where he could feel everything, emotions, shifts in the air, shifts in some sort of balance, if someone he knew was hurt or dying. While most of his abilities where quite weak three of them were strong and two always active. He could always feel emotions and thoughts, but strangely enough if a prank was being pulled or planed that would affect him in any way Tony could tell and would be able to tell exactly what the prank was and when and where it would happen.
After living with these powers for 4 years, sans the telekinesis, Tony had come to call them under one name; Sensum. Which meant feeling in Latin.
The young child looked up as he heard the door open and saw Jarvis, the Stark family butler and Tony's main carer. Tony gave him a smile and decided he had to trust someone with his secret in case anything happened, and who better to tell than Jarvis. Jarvis closed the door,
"Hello Tony." He greeted sitting across from him.
Tony followed him with his eyes slowly, "Jarvis, I umm… have to tell you something," he stopped and looked at his father figure who nodded for him to continue, "I can kind of feel everything…. emotions, thoughts, shifts, everything." The heir to the Stark fortune looked down preparing himself for the possible rejection from the one person who ever really loved him, to say he was slightly surprised when he felt Jarvis wrap his arms round him in a hug would be an understatement.
"Tony, this is wonderful! You've been given a gift," he paused for a moment, "but please don't tell anyone else unless you absolutely must, especially Howard. I'm sure you know this by now but you're a mutant and some people, like your father, see mutants as less than human."
Tony nodded into Jarvis' neck and said, "I won't, I promise." Tiredly.
Jarvis smiled and in his sarcastic British accent, "Now let's get you to bed, young master" he teased while placing Tony into his bed as the child had already gotten ready for bed. The butler walked out of the room but not before whispering "Good night Tony." and turning off the lights.