*Age 7*

"Please Daddy?" Margo begs, violet eyes pleading.

Tony shakes his head, turning back to what he's cooking. "No Margo, just no."

Margo pouts, folding her arms and laying her head on the counter. "Why not Daddy?"

Tony rolls his eyes, taking the vegetables out of the pan and putting them on a plate. "That really isn't something Daddy's interested in." Tony places some vegetables on Margo's plate, handing the plate back to the girl.

"I'm not interested in vegetables." Margo mumbles, pushing the green and red veggies around on her plate. "But you make me eat them anyway. You're always telling me to try new things Daddy."

Tony nods sitting next to Margo with his own dinner (which consists of a cup of coffee). "That I am Princess. You should always try new things, that way you really know if you like it or not."

"Then why don't you try it? You can figure out if you like it or not." Margo says, taking a drink of her milk. "If you don't try new things doesn't that make you a..." She thinks for a minute, face scrunching up. "A hypo...a hippopotamus?"

Tony laughs, smiling at Margo. He wipes his eyes; it's been a while since he's laughed so hard. "That's hypocrite Baby Girl."

"Oh...So you aren't a hippopotamus?"

Tony shakes his head, laughing lightly. "Not to my knowledge, no."

"So you'll try it so you aren't a hypo...hippopotamus?" Margo asks, hopeful.

Tony sighs; he doesn't really want to be a hippopotamus as his daughter so lovingly calls it. What would he be teaching the little girl them, to run away from things she doesn't like? He sighs again; he'll give it a shot he supposes. "Fine Princess, you win. I'll give it a shot."

Margo grins happily at Tony. "Really?"

"Yes Princess, I'll give it a try." Tony really doesn't want to, but he won't tell Margo that.

"This is so exciting! We're going to have so much fun!" Margo yells, twirling around on the barstool she's sitting on.

Tony nods, oh yeah this is going to be loads of fun. The more he thinks about this, the less he actually wants to go along with it, but if it makes Margo happy how can he say no?

Tony has absolutely no idea how he got himself into this. He grumbles to himself pulling his pink 'Robins' shirt on, soft blue glow of the arc reactor standing out from the bright fabric. He pulls at his shorts (he always feels awkward in shorts); he really doesn't want to do this.

Margo walks into the room, pink uniform on and a soccer ball tucked under her arm. "Are you ready for practice Daddy?" Margo asks, flipping the soccer ball up in the air.

Tony catches the soccer ball, tucking it under his own arm. "As ready as I'll ever be to coach a soccer team." Tony has no idea how he got into this, he knows next to nothing about soccer (thank God for the internet and JARVIS), but he's happy he gets to spend more time with Margo. Even if it is just coaching her and a bunch of other girls in soccer.

"Thanks for agreeing to coach the team Daddy." Margo says as she hops into the backseat of Tony's car.

Tony merely nods, handing Margo a juice box before trying his hardest to get the soccer equipment in the backseat with Margo, it can't exactly fit in the trunk. He runs his fingers through his hair; he can't fit all this stuff in his car. "If this keeps up I'll have to buy a minivan." Tony jokes. He groans when realization hits him. "Oh God," He mumbles. "I'm turning into a soccer mom."