"Morning, Mom." Morgan called as she walked into the kitchen. Her mother, who was throwing on a sharp-looking sports coat, beamed as she met Morgan's eyes.

"Good morning sweetie, happy birthday!"

"Thank you!"

"Are you excited for your big day?"

"Yeah, Peter and Cassie are just gonna come over to hang out for the day, nothing fancy."

"Well, I'm sure you'll all have fun. I've gotta run, but I have one thing to give you before I leave."

"What is it?"

Pepper took a small holographic projector out of her pocket and slid it across the kitchen table. It had a piece of masking tape over the top, labeling it "Morguna Files - 16th Bday" in her father's handwriting.

She felt her throat catch before she could speak again.

"It...it's from Dad?"

Pepper nodded as she gently rubbed her daughter's shoulder.

"He said it was supposed to be something special, between just the two of you. But I can stay here and watch it with you, if you want me to."

"It's okay, Mom. I...I'd like to keep it like that."

Her mother smiled sadly and nodded.

"Okay. Well, call me if you need anything, alright? I'll see you tonight."

"Love you, Mom."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

As Pepper closed the front door, Morgan sat at the table and took a deep breath before pressing play, allowing the projection of her father to appear.

"Hey Morguna." Said the virtual version of Tony Stark. "This is the first of a little video series I'm doing. We don't exactly know how this whole...time heist thing is going to go. So I wanted to record some messages for you just in case I don't...see you for a while. I've got your sixteenth birthday, first job, first boyfriend-and-or-girlfriend, high school graduation, college graduation, and wedding. God, by the time this is over, you're gonna be sick of hearing my voice. I know I already am."

Morgan laughed to herself as she grabbed a napkin to dry her eyes.

"So, sixteen, huh? It's a big number. Not as big as 3000, but...Wow, you probably won't even remember that bit by the time you're watching this."

The projection of her father looked off to the side before clearing his throat and continuing.

"Anyway, it's a big number. Exciting times. High school, homecomings, getting your drivers license...Do me a favor, and don't give Happy a heart attack if he ends up being your driving instructor, alright?"

"But, Morgan, in all honesty, I can't believe you'll ever be 16. You're four right now, I just tucked you into bed after reading you your favorite story, the Wonky Donkey. And now you're old enough to pilot a hang glider, legally change your name...oh, and none of these things you should do, by the way. It's not like, a bucket list or anything."

"I still remember the day you were born. I'll never forget it, you were...the most perfect thing I had ever seen in my life. You were so beautiful. And this is coming from the ultimate perfectionist, who had never been satisfied with anything he had ever made in his life. Then, I took one look at you, and...that was it. You've got me around your finger, kid. Always have, and always will. I'm so proud of you, and you haven't even done anything that remarkable yet. I mean, don't get me wrong, your macaroni drawings are very impressive, but...I can just tell you're going to do something incredible with your life, no matter what it is. And you'll always be my greatest creation, remember that. I love you, Morgan. Happy Birthday, sweetie."

Morgan's intermittent sobs were interrupted by a knock at the door, which caused her to jolt up and shove the projector into her pocket.

"It's open!"

The door swung wide to reveal Peter Parker and Cassie Lang, who were carrying ballons, a massive cake, and an armload of presents.

"Happy Birthday!" They exclaimed in unison, setting down their load to wrap the birthday girl in a hug.

"Thanks, guys. Hey, Cass."

"Hey, Morgie!"

"Miss Stark." Said Peter, exaggeratedly bowing to her.

"Underoos!"

"So, what did you guys wanna do?" Asked Morgan, trying her hardest to maintain a smile. "I can order pizza in a little bit, if you're hungry..."

"Actually, Morgan, there was something we wanted to talk to you about." Peter interjected.

"Uh, sure? What is it?"

Cassie clicked her tongue, deep in thought. "Do you mind if we take this downstairs?"