"It's so much pressure." Morgan whispered under her breath, sitting on Peter's bed as he finished unpacking his backpack onto his desk. His bedroom had Ironman posters taped to the walls, as well as classic bands such as The Beatles and Cage the Elephant.
"What is?" Peter plopped down next to her, his chest collapsing a bit as he sighed. He held his gaze on her, strong.
Morgan turned her head to look him in the eyes. They were a murky green, like the algae covering an old pond. "Being the Tony Stark's daughter," Morgan sighed now too, thinking about the standard which she was supposed to live up to. "Sure I have an IQ of 164, but I'm not a genius inventor, I'm not a hero. The social media drives me crazy, wondering when I might do something world-rocking like my dad did."
Peter nervously raised his hand to tuck Morgan's deep brown hair behind her ear. They'd been dating for four months, but it was still nerve wracking to touch her, even in the littlest of ways. When he did, she looked down at her fidgeting hands."Well I think all smart people do great things, just not all of them become famous for it. Mr. Stark also didn't 'peak' until he was around 38."
"Yeah but the media doesn't care. He's been dead for 4 years Peter. They need something new." It was harsh to hear, but true. The people wanted fresh Stark blood. What would they think of Morgan if she was the first Stark in over 60 years to not become famous? She would be a disappointment to the family name. "The news headlines want to know when 'Irongirl' is going to join the Avengers or save someone," Morgan looked up at Peter again, this time her eyes glistening with building tears. "I'm not the Irongirl they want, Peter. I'm not Irongirl." She paused in between those last three words just as her father had when he told the world he was Ironman.
"Morgan," Peter cupped her cheek with his left hand. She leaned into his hand, resting her head on it. "You're my Irongirl." He whispered, gently wiping away her single tear with his thumb.