*Age 11*

"What do you want to be for Halloween this year?" Tony asks Margo, for the past few years Margo has been a Witch, he's wondering if she wants to do anything different.

"Actually, I've thought really hard about what I want to be." Margo tells Tony, slipping on her sneakers. They're heading to Margo's favorite Ice Cream Shop because she made a hundred on her Science test.

"And what's that?" Tony asks, handing Margo her jacket while putting on his. "Do you want to walk to get ice cream or ride in the car?"

"I want to walk." Margo replies, Tony has so much more time to talk to her when they walk. If Tony drives he's too busy listening to music or focusing on the road to talk to her. "I still don't know what I want to be! I'm still thinking about it. What are you going to be Daddy?"

Tony laughs, closing the door and locking it. Every Halloween since Margo came around Tony has dressed up with her. Last year Margo dressed up as a Witch and Tony had dressed up as a Wizard, just so he could take his daughter trick-or-treating. "I'm not too sure what I'm going to be Princess. Maybe I'll go as Iron Man."

Margo giggles, jumping on a small pile of leaves lying on the sidewalk. "You can't do that Dad! You are Iron Man; Halloween is about dressing up as someone else for the day."

"Actually," Tony corrects Margo, pulling her away from the road when she gets a little too close for his liking. "Halloween started as a way to keep demons away. You left food on your doorstep hoping they wouldn't enter your home and then-" Tony notices the freaked out look on his daughters face and he laughs awkwardly. "They lived happily ever after with unicorns and butterflies."

"I liked the ending to the story." Margo says, getting a little too close to the road and Tony has to pull her back toward him.

"Stay out of the road; you're going to get yourself run over." Tony says, sighing as Margo falls off the sidewalk. He really should have driven, then she wouldn't be trying to play in the road. "You alright Princess?"

Margo hops back on the sidewalk like nothing happened to her. "Yes Dad." She mumbles, hands in her pockets as she thinks about what to be for Halloween. She smiles when she sees the familiar ice cream shop ahead of them. "I want a double chocolately chip cone!" Margo tells Tony, smiling at him. "Two scoops please."

"Whatever you want Princess." Tony says as he walks into the shop, letting Margo sit outside on a bench while he gets the ice cream.

"May I help you Sir?" The guy at the counter asks.

"Yes, can I have two scoops of double chocolately chip, and one scoop of mint chocolate chip?" Tony asks, fishing in his pockets for his wallet.

"What kind of cones Sir?" The guy at the counter asks.

"Waffle." Tony answers easily as he checks to make sure Margo is still on the bench outside. He smiles when he finds his wallet, dragging it out of his coat pocket.

"That'll be $5.60 Sir." The cashier says.

Tony hands the boy seven dollars. "Keep the change." He says as he grabs the ice cream and exits the shop, handing Margo her cone.

"Yummy!" She says happily, munching on the ice cream. "I thought about what I want to be for Halloween."

"Oh? And what did you come up with?" Tony asks, taking a lick of his own ice cream.

"I want to be a superhero."

"Which one?"

Margo thinks for a minute before she smiles. "Iron Man! That way you can be Captain America!"

Tony stops in the middle of the street, ice cream slowly melting its way down to his hand. He doesn't mind Margo being Iron Man, he'll even make her an actual suit if she wants, but there is no way he is going to get a Captain America costume, that's mutiny.