With "Victim of Love" blaring from my computer, I write this.

- Love-Me-Some-Pie

*Age 13*

Margo slams her hands down on the cafeteria table, glaring daggers at the person in front of her. "Excuse me?" She asks, obviously angry.

The brunette in front of Margo scoffs flipping his hair. "You heard me." He clicks his tongue, repeating his earlier statement. "You're just some bitch whose parents left her."

Margo eyes the boy, sizing him up. "And you're just some idiot who I don't care about." She shoots back, going back to her lunch. She picks up her sandwich (a sandwich made for her by Tony) and takes a small bite. Suddenly the sandwich is swatted from Margo's fingers and she frowns, watching as her lunch falls to the floor. "I was eating that." She says simply.

"Not now you aren't." The boy says and his friends laugh behind him.

Margo bites the inside of her cheek, one thing she's learned from Tony, never back down from a fight. And a fight is exactly what this guy is looking for, now all she has to do is wait for him to throw the first punch. "You owe me a sandwich." She states, turning back-yet again-to her lunch. She munches on some pretzels while eyeing the boy out of the corner of her eyes.

"Listen Bitch," He suddenly says, twirling Margo's chair around so she's facing him. "My girl has a problem with you, and when my girl has a problem it becomes my problem." He glares at Margo, trying to make himself look more intimidating than he actually is.

Margo blinks up at him, she doesn't understand teenagers. "If your girl has a problem with me, why doesn't she deal with me?" It's a simple question and Margo really doesn't understand the answer.

"Because I fight my girl's battles."

"Is she incapable of fighting her own fights? I don't see why she'd ask you of all people to fight for her anyway." Margo replies, snarky as ever.

"Is everything a joke to you?" The boy spits, glaring at Margo.

Margo shrugs her shoulders, pulling her hair into a ponytail; she knows exactly what's coming next. "Funny things are." She replies smirking (a very Tony Stark-ish smirk) at the boy.

"That's it! I'm tired of your mouth Stark!" The boy growls out, jumping at Margo, tackling the girl to the ground.

"Tony Stark!" Pepper yells. "Margo, you go to your room. Tony will be up in a minute." Margo rolls her eyes at Pepper but goes to her room anyway. "Tony Stark!"

Moments later Tony's rushing into the living room, tripping over himself in the rush. "What Pepper? What's wrong?"

Pepper taps her foot at Tony and points up the steps. "Your daughter got in a fight!"

"So when she gets in trouble she's my daughter? But any other time she's your daughter?" Tony laughs and Pepper gives him a blank look.

"Tony this is serious!" Pepper exclaims, frowning at the owner of Stark Industries.

"What happened?" Tony asks, wiping his grease ridden hands on his pants.

"You go ask her that, and don't encourage her."

"What? Pepper I'm hurt you actually think I'd encourage such behavior!" The red head gives Tony another blank look. "Fine, I won't." He takes the steps two at a time, heading for Margo's room. He doesn't get what the big deal is, if Margo's not hurt what's the big deal? If she's hurt they've got a problem because Tony will hunt whoever hurt her down. He rasps his knuckles against the wooden door. "Princess, open up it's me." The door slowly opens and Tony walks inside wiping his hands on his pants again. He shuts the door and sits on Margo's bed Indian style. "I heard you got in a fight."

Margo finally looks at Tony; it's the first time she's looking at him since he came in the room. "I did."

Tony winces when he sees Margo, the teenager has a black eye and her nose is still trickling some blood. Her face is scrapped up and she's got bruises littering her arms. Whoever hurt her he's going to hunt down. "What happened?" Tony prays that the other girl looks worse.

"He wouldn't shut-" Margo starts, but Tony stops her.

"He? My daughter took on a boy?" Tony's smiling without meaning to. "Please tell me you won?" Margo gives Tony an annoyed look and he sighs, leaning back against the pillows on the bed. "Fine, fine, go on."

"He wouldn't shut up Dad, he wouldn't. And I knew the moment he started talking he was looking for a fight, so I gave him one. You told me to never back down from a fight." Margo explains.

Tony scowls, the moment Pepper hears that she'll scold him...again. "I also told you to never throw the first punch."

"I didn't," Margo reassures. "He tackled me, I just fought back."

Tony nods, frowning when he spots blood on Margo's jacket. "You got blood on your jacket."

"It's not mine, it's his." Margo answers swiftly.

Tony smiles again without meaning to. "You drew blood!" He cries happily, goofy smile still on his lips. "Seriously, who won?"

Margo shrugs. "According to Brittany Mike, the boy that tackled me, left with a broken nose and a mild concussion, I didn't think I hit his head against the floor that hard."

"My daughters a scrapper!" Tony yells happily, jumping up. She won a fight, against a boy, this is definitely one of his prouder moments. He's always proud of Margo, no matter what the girl does, but this is just awesome.

"Tony!" Pepper yells from downstairs, obviously hearing Tony's comment. "You better not be encouraging her fighting!"

Tony glances at Margo, and places his index finger on his lips, indicating for her to keep quiet. "If Pepper asks no internet for a month, got it?"

Margo nods, smiling at Tony. "Right Dad."

"Now then," Tony says, leading Margo downstairs to get some frozen peas for her eye. "What's the last name of this Mike boy?" Margo may have won the fight, but this Mike boy still hurt his daughter. As promised he's going to hunt him down.