If you could see my face, it would be an angry face. My internet has been down for a while now and damn you Comcast for not freaking fixing it! Just damn you! :(
- Love-Me-Some-Pie
*Age 6*
Tony groggily walks up the steps from his lab; he's been in said lab since midnight, a breakthrough on his newest invention coming to him in his sleep. Not that he'll ever admit a breakthrough came to him in a dream. It is now eight o'clock in the morning and he needs coffee or sleep, whichever comes first.
He reaches his living room and silently thanks God that the kitchen is only a few feet away. The smell of fresh brewing coffee assaults his nose, just what he needs, a nice pick me up. He's only a few feet away from pure bliss when he notices it. "What the hell is that?" He asks, eyeing the rather odd line on his wall. "Am I seeing things or is there something actually there? Is that a line?" Tony walks toward the wall, examining the very colorful line. Is the line red? Tony shakes his head, backing up from the wall and aiming for the kitchen again, he REALLY needs coffee.
Finally Tony has his coffee and he's making himself comfortable on the couch, flipping through news stations. He settles for some depressing news that he doesn't really care about right now. He takes a sip of his coffee, eyes straying from the TV. He blinks, sitting his mug on the table, is that another line on the wall? "JARVIS, what's that on the wall?"
It takes the AI almost too long to reply. "It's a line Sir."
"I know that! What made said line?" Tony grinds out; he's not in the mood.
Again, it takes the AI much too long to reply. "A crayon Sir."
Tony thinks for a moment, why is crayon on his wall? His eyes widen and he turns his head, examining the walls. It's everywhere; crayon is all over the walls. Scribbles of different colors littering the walls, there's a flower or two here and there. "MARGO!" Tony yells, heading for the girls room. He's hoping he's wrong, hoping that it's JARVIS that's scribbled on the walls because he really doesn't want it to be Margo.
The billionaire, playboy, philanthropist walks into the six year olds room, finding his daughter happily coloring a picture on her bed.
She glances up and smiles at him. "Hi Daddy."
Tony seats himself on the girl's bed, crossing his legs and looking at the picture Margo is drawing. "Princess, Daddy has something to ask you."
"What?" She asks, pink tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth as she concentrates on the picture in front of her.
Tony lifts Margo's head, causing the child to drop her crayon. "I want the truth, okay?" Margo nods slowly and Tony continues. "Did you draw on the walls?"
Margo bites her lip and nods. "Yes Daddy."
How she managed that, Tony would never know. He checked on her before he went to the lab, she was fast asleep, and she normally wakes up at seven. An hour alone and the six year old has managed to redecorate the entire living room. "Margo, I've told you not to draw on the walls." Tony warns.
"I know Daddy." Margo replies, looking away from Tony. She glances back at him. "I'm sorry Daddy."
Tony sighs, what's he going to do with her? "Why did you break the rules Princess?"
"I ran out of paper." She explains, shrugging her shoulders.
"Then where'd you get that paper?" He asks, pointing to the current picture Margo is working so hard on.
"I found it in your office."
Tony blinks, an hour alone and she manages to redecorate and go through his office. "I don't keep blank paper in my office." Tone replies skeptically, picking up the drawing. He examines it, frowning. This is his yearly report on the company, the one that takes him a year to write. "Princess, did you draw on anything else in Daddy's office?"
Margo takes her father's hand and leads him to his office, showing him exactly what she's drawn on.
An hour alone and the young Stark manages to redecorate, color Tony's yearly report for him, and color every important document known to man in his office. Seriously, what is he going to do with her?