*Age 15*
Tony yawns and stretches, glancing at the clock and sighing, he spends entirely too much time in his lab sometimes. When he spends too much time in his lab, he spends too little time with his daughter, and it's obvious which needs to come first but also obvious that Tony sometimes forgets which needs to come first. He stands, muscles tensing slightly before relaxing. He glances at the clock again, his daughter should be in bed by now, and if she isn't Tony is going to have a talk with her about bed times.
Tony jogs up the steps, taking two at a time. "JARVIS, is Margo in bed?"
"Last time I checked Sir she was fast asleep." JARVIS replies.
"Check again please JARVIS." Tony instructs, pouring himself a cup of coffee and taking a sip.
"Sir," JARVIS says, almost sounding worried (if he could sound worried). "Margo isn't in bed."
Tony stops momentarily, coffee cup almost slipping out of his grasp. "She's in the house though, isn't she?"
"No Sir."
The coffee cup finally slips out of Tony's fingers, clattering to the floor and shattering into a million pieces. Tony starts to panic, something horrible has happened to his daughter and he was so busy in his lab he didn't even notice, what kind of Father is he? "Does she happen to have her cell phone on her?"
"Yes Sir, it appears that she's in some sort of nightclub."
Oh God, Tony thinks, someone has kidnapped her and they're keeping her in a...nightclub? Tony thinks for a moment before the pieces start to click in his head, no one has kidnapped her, she snuck out. Tony clicks his tongue and bites his lip. "She snuck out." He tells JARVIS.
"Sir, how can you be sure of that?" JARVIS questions.
"Well she sure as hell didn't get kidnapped to a nightclub! I can't believe she thought I wouldn't notice that she was gone." Tony rolls his eyes and starts picking up his mess, making sure to pick up all the large ceramic pieces first. "She might have thought that I wouldn't notice her leave, but I'm sure as hell noticing when she comes back."
Margo sighs and slips in the back door, shutting the door as soft as possible, locking it back once it clicks into place. She happily starts toward her room, she's made it, she actually made it home without getting caught. She's not to sure how that happened, maybe it was pure luck. She grins slightly, it was luck or the fact that she's Margo Stark and has picked up some things from Tony. She grabs the steps railing, fifteen steps and she's home free. Fifteen steps stand between her and not getting caught.
"Lights." A familiar voice commands and Margo stiffens as the lights flicker on.
Margo's eyes go wide and she fiddles with the hem of her skirt. Maybe she can sprint up the steps and evade danger for now. She takes half a step forward, before being stopped.
"Where do you think you're going Princess?" Tony asks, raising an eyebrow and tapping his foot against the floor.
"To my room Daddy." Margo says, attempting to take another step forward.
"Don't move another muscle or so help me I'll have you home schooled." Tony threatens. Though it doesn't sound like much of a threat Margo stops her movements and turns towards Tony. He smirks, Margo's too much of a social butterfly to be home schooled. "Where were you all night Princess? It's-" Tony glances at the clock. "Four in the morning. I give you a curfew and bed time for a reason."
"What's the big deal?" Margo asks, placing her hand on her hip, flicking some hair out of her face. "So I went out and hand some fun with my friends, sue me."
"You didn't go out." Tony corrects, standing from his chair. "You snuck out."
"Like you never snuck out?" Margo shoots back, glaring at Tony.
Tony shakes his head. "Princess this isn't about me. What if you had gotten hurt, then what?"
"Dad, I'm fine. So what's the big deal? Look, I'm sorry. Next time I'll tell you where I'm going, okay?" Margo offers. "Now if you'll excuse me it's 4 a.m., I have school tomorrow, so I need some sleep."
Tony rubs his eyes, what's he going to do with her? "Fine, go sleep. But don't think we aren't having this conversation tomorrow young lady! You can't do whatever you want whenever you want!"
"Sure Dad! Night!" Margo yells, already more than halfway up the steps.
Tony sighs and sits back in his chair, head in his hands. What is he going to do with her? She snuck out, what's next a boy in her room?