Author's Note- Hey, I apologize for taking so long to post. My family ended up getting hit by a major accident and spending time at the local hospital kind of ate a lot of my time outside of eating and sleeping. It got so bad that my cat started stealing my keys because I wasn't there to cuddle enough. Luckily, everyone is on the mend and while I didn't have access to the internet while sitting in the ICU, I was able to sit down and pound out the first couple chapters of my second MCU fanfiction story. But enough about me...here is the final short for Permission. I wrote this using my experiences with the young students that I work with and I hope that it helps give everything some closure.

To Grow

If you asked Morgan Stark she would tell you that she wanted to become a Ballerina-Engineer-Space Princess when she grew up. A ballerina like her Auntie Natasha, an engineer who could fix everything just like her father, and a space princess, because who wouldn't want to be a space princess.

She knew that she was getting smarter every single day. Since her daddy died, she learned that she needed to give her mommy a hug whenever it looked like she was about to cry. She had also discovered that Uncle Clint was the best person to get funny stories about what her dad was he was a superhero, though she shouldn't mention Auntie Natasha around him because it made him really sad. Uncle Bruce knew lots about science and was really good at kissing boo-boos, and when Uncle Happy visited he would take her to town and let her pick out something special to celebrate, which is how she got her extra special Ironman backpack to bring to school.

Going to school was…it was both good and bad at the same time. Morgan loved it because she got to learn new things and make new friends, but she also had to share books and toys when she was at school. Luckily her teachers let her know that she never had to share her special Ironman backpack and lunch box. Those where hers, and hers alone no matter who asked.

She wasn't the only one going to school. Jarvis was old enough to go to school too. At first, Morgan thought it was silly for a puppy to go to school, but after he started coming home knowing all sorts of new tricks, she thought it was totally awesome.

Still, even though Morgan was growing up and making new friends…that didn't stop her from thinking about what she was missing. There were lots of conversations in school about being okay about dead people. A lot of people had died because of the big war and all of the kids in the class knew at least one person who wasn't there anymore. The teachers tried to let them know that it wasn't their fault…which pretty silly to Morgan. How could an alien invasion be the fault of a bunch of kindergarteners?

That didn't stop her from missing her dad, though when she got really lonely Morgan discovered that she could ask FRIDAY to play one of the stories that her daddy recorded for her…but she had to be careful not to do it when mommy was too close, because it always made her mommy cry. Those stories were kind of like the blue, glowing nightlight thing that mommy always kept on her nightstand.

Then there was her daddy's tree. The Ironwood tree would never be as big or tall as the other trees by the lake, but FRIDAY had told her that it would grow to be the strongest. Sitting under its branches made Morgan feel safe, and when she wanted to talk about her day, the tree was always there to listen. This particular afternoon she had settled herself talk about the new game that her friends had made up at recess. She was about to get to the good part, but she was interrupted.

"Morgan, can you come in and help me with dinner?" Her mother called from the house. "Bruce is coming over and so we need to make extra."

"Do you think that I can convince Uncle Bruce and DUM-E to help me build a robot for show-and-tell?" Morgan asked as she came running onto the porch, Jarvis on her heels.

"I think that might be possible." Pepper voice held a hint of melodically and the edges of her eyes started to fill. Morgan didn't know why the question had made her mommy so sad, but she knew exactly what her job was. So, Morgan opened her arms wide and tried to hug away her mother's tears.