Already 22 chapters? Wow...I don't remember most of these. Haha.
- Love-Me-Some-Pie
*Age 13*
Tony yawns, taking a sip of his coffee before yawning once again. "Too damn early for this."
Margo laughs as she kisses Tony's cheek. "Morning to you too Daddy. Did you sleep well?"
Tony gives Margo a blank stare. "That's a dumb question."
"You know, someone once told me there was no such thing as a dumb question, just dumb people." Margo replies, taking a bite out of Tony's toast before grabbing her backpack.
"Who told you that? Sounds like they're a dumb person." Tony notices the piece of his toast missing. "Get your own toast next time."
Margo laughs, tying her converse before heading back to the kitchen. "Uncle Clint told me that."
"That explains it." Tony mutters, taking a bite out of his already bitten into toast. "Clint's a dumb person who asks dumb questions."
"I'm going to tell him you said that." Margo laughs, and takes another bite of Tony's toast before heading for the door. "Bye Dad! Uncle Clint is driving me to school this morning."
"We have more bread you know!" Tony yells, frowning at his half eaten breakfast. "Bye Princess!" Suddenly the house is quiet, too quiet. "JARVIS, what time is it?"
"7:15 Sir." JARVIS answers flawlessly.
Tony groans, much too early for him to be up, especially when he spent the entire night working in his lab, going to bed around five this morning. "Too damn early." He mutters, taking his coffee and sitting on the couch. He snuggles into the cushions, sitting his cup on the table and grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch. He curls up in the blanket and slowly drifts off to sleep.
Tony's wakes up to a shrill knocking on his door. He opens his eyes, who the hell is knocking on his door? He debates going back to sleep before another shrill knock is heard. "God Bless America!" He yells, stomping to the door. "This better be important." He opens the door and blinks, a very unfamiliar women standing there.
"Tony Stark?" The women questions, glaring at him. The voice triggers something in Tony's head, that voice, he's heard it before. "Mr. Stark, that is you, yes?"
That voice, Tony knows that voice. "Yes, that's me. How may I help you?"
"Well, Mr. Stark how do I put this?"
Things click into place in Tony's head and he slams the door shut, he knew that voice sounded familiar. "Oh hell no! You, Miss Taylor, better leave. I told you last time I talked to you that your price was not happening." He leans up against the door, why is this happening again?
"Mr. Stark, please, I just want to see my daughter." Kendra pleads.
Tony opens the door and glares daggers at the brunette standing in front of him; if looks could kill she'd be dead. "Excuse me?" Tony's really starting to get annoyed with her. "Miss Taylor, Margo is my daughter. You lost your rights when I adopted her. Now if you would be so kind as to leave."
"Mr. Stark, I already told you, I'm not leaving until I speak to my daughter." Kendra glares at Tony.
"Your daughter doesn't live here, my daughter lives here, but she's at school right now." Tony says, tapping his foot against the floor. This lady is being absolutely ridiculous. Why does she seem to think Margo even wants to see her? "What makes you think Margo wants to see you? I mean, after all, you did just drop her."
"I'm her mother Mr. Stark! Wouldn't you want to see your mother?" Kendra yells at him.
Tony winces slightly, yes he would love to see his mother, but that's not possible. "I'd love to see my mother Miss Taylor, but that's not going to happen any time soon. Now will you kindly leave before I decide to go suit up." Tony threatens and watches as Kendra digs in her purse and hands Tony a letter of sorts.
"Can you at least give her this Mr. Stark? It's a letter explaining to her why I left her." The brunette looks hopefully and for a moment Tony can see Margo looking back at him.
"No promises lady." Tony spits, slamming the door again. He rubs the bridge of his nose; this lady really isn't going to give up. He looks at the letter and debates on reading it, but decides against it. "There's no way out of this." Tony mutters, placing the envelope on the coffee table. He rubs his temples, he's getting a headache and he's positive it's from that Kendra lady. "I've got to tell Margo sometime soon before that lady figures out where she goes to school." He sighs again, this lady really is persistent.