*Age 8*
"Daddy?" Margo yells, walking down the steps from her room. "Daddy?" She peeks her head into the kitchen, seeing Tony standing at the stove attempting to flip something. "Dad?"
"Good morning Princess." Tony smiles at his daughter briefly before turning back to his pancakes? If that messy flat thing can be called that. Tony hums to himself as he slides one of the messy flat things on a plate, and then two more on another plate. He turns, both plates in hand, and sets one in front of his daughter while he sets the other in front of himself. "Breakfast is ready."
Margo's nose wrinkles in disgust. "What is this?"
Even after two years Margo still asks him what it is every time he cooks. "It's pancakes, what we have had for breakfast every other Sunday morning since you came to live with me."
"Oh. It doesn't look like pancakes." Margo mumbles, poking at the mushy flatcake on her plate.
Tony rolls his eyes, she's only been here two years are she's already picking up his smartass attitude. "I promise it's pancakes, I followed the recipe and everything this time!"
Margo giggles as she cuts into the pancake on her plate and takes a bit. A millisecond later the piece of pancake is back on the plate and Margo is scrubbing her tongue with her napkin.
Tony raises an eyebrow and cuts into his own breakfast. He places the mushy substance in his mouth and spits it out a second later. Margo was right, these pancakes do taste bad. "On second thought," Tony says as he scraps both plates of breakfast into the garbage can. "How about we go out for breakfast?"
Margo grins, this has happened every Sunday since she moved in. Tony would attempt to make her pancakes, said pancakes would be awful and then they'd go out for breakfast. "Can we go to IHop?"
Tony nods. "Of course we can!"
"Can we invite Pepper?" Margo asks, hopeful, she really likes Pepper.
"JARVIS, get Pepper on the phone." Tony says, grabbing his jacket and sending Margo to go fetch her own.
"Yes, Sir."
There are a few rings and a female voice can be heard throughout the room. "Yes, Mr. Stark?"
"Hello Miss Potts. Margo and I are going out for breakfast and we were wondering if you'd like to accompany us?" Tony says as he helps Margo put on her jacket, fixing the collar when she turns to face him.
"I'd love to join you." Pepper answers. "I'll be ready in a few minutes."
"You'll be there to pick you up in five. Goodbye Pepper."
"Goodbye Tony." And then the room is quiet except for the rustling of Margo trying to put her sneakers on.
"Ready to go get Pepper?" Tony questions as he grabs his car keys, grabbing Margo's hand and leading her to the garage.
"Yes!" Margo says happily as she follows Tony, giant smile on her lips.
This happens every Sunday; Tony attempts to make breakfast, breakfast turns out bad, they decide to go out for breakfast (always to IHop), and then they invite Pepper. It's an every Sunday thing, but then again, it wouldn't be Sunday without it.