MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS - READ AT OWN RISK.

Pepper saw it in Morgan from a very young age. The little girl's curiosity mirrored her father's. If anything could be moved, she'd move it. If something could be touched, she'd touch it. Morgan Stark pushed against everything that ever came in her way, and her parents loved every little thing about her.

But that curiosity only grew as Morgan got older, turning into a love for tinkering and building and inventing, just like Tony himself. Pepper saw that coming too, but she never thought she would be witnessing it on her own.

"Honey, it's getting late," Pepper spoke softly, standing by the door of the outdoor garage as the sun began to set behind her. "Dinner's almost ready,"

"Okay mom," Morgan called back with a small smile, looking over her shoulder from where she sat by the workbench.

The same workbench Tony had sat by doing the same thing. It was hard for Pepper to look at. Not because she discouraged it in any way, but because Tony should have been looking at it too.

"Crickets and lettuce?" she asked, a small smirk on her lips.

This was their routine now.

"You know it," Pepper grinned back. "Ten more minutes, little lady."

"You got it," Morgan nodded, already going back to her project.

The garage was mostly untouched, looking exactly as it did when Tony worked. As simplistic as their little home was, Tony had always incorporated tech into almost everything. Morgan knew how to work all of the equipment by the time she was ten. She would have learned sooner if Happy and Rhodey hadn't stepped in to sway her from the dangerous tools inside whenever they caught her wandering.

But that Stark spark was alight in her body. It ran through her veins and coursed through her being. She was a mini Tony, and everyone around her felt like there was still a huge part of Tony left here with them when they were around her.

Morgan looked over her shoulder once more to see her mother walking back up to the house before twisting back around slowly, letting out a small sigh. Almost done for the day. Just one more thing to go. The very last thing she did each time she left the garage.

She moved over to the opposite bench, running her hand over the mask of the Iron Man helmet. It was cold, but there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen. Morgan ran her hand beneath it then, clicking the familiar button.

"...anyway, I don't know why I'm tripping, everything is gonna work out exactly as it's supposed to,"

She stood right by the hologram of her father, watching as his recorded movements stood up and walked over to the helmet, pausing and looking up to meet her eyes. This moment always made Morgan feel warm and safe and protected and loved by her father each time. Tony was gone, and yet he was right there in front of her, glowing pale blue and slightly static in in the hologram, but he was still staring back at her.

The same loving eyes that had stared back at her from the moment she opened her own.

"I love you three thousand,"

Morgan grinned, watching as the message finished and disappeared once again. She leaned down, resting her forehead against the faceplate as she closed her eyes.

"I love you three thousand, dad."