Took me soooo long to write this chapter. I'm not even that happy with it. Oh well, nothing I can do now. Seems like I'm always making poor Clint do the dirty work.

- Love-me-Some-Pie

*Age 16*

"Can you please just keep her busy for a few hours? Take her shopping or something." Tony asks Clint. "I need her out of the house."

"Why?" Clint asks, tapping his foot at Tony.

"Because I have to set up for her Party." Tony explains. He rolls his eyes, he's told Clint about this party a billion times the past month. It's Margo's Sweet Sixteen today, and everything has to be perfect. "Please Clint? Everyone else already has jobs helping me set up."

Clint sighs, he doesn't really want to take a teenager shopping, and he barely wants to take himself shopping. "How long do you need her gone?"

Tony grins, victory. "At least three hours, it'll take us that long to set up the decorations, not to mention getting all of Margo's friends here."

Clint nods rolling his eyes; he can't believe he's agreed to this. "Fine. Where is she?"

"In her room." Tony says, rushing to his lab, where everything is hidden.

Clint walks up the steps and to the teenager's room, it's hard to believe she's already sixteen. It seems like just the other day he was teaching her how to shoot that Nerf gun. Clint laughs, that was a good memory, and Tony had been so annoyed at them. He knocks swiftly on the door and hears a small come in in return. He walks into the room, glancing around for the birthday girl. He spots her sitting at her desk, computer in front of her. "Whatcha doing birthday girl?"

"Facebook." She replies quickly, glasses sitting at the bridge of her nose. "I'm replying to all my birthday wishes. Something you want Uncle Clint?"

Clint peaks over the girl's shoulder, eyeing the blue and white webpage. He shrugs; he's never been able to understand Facebook. "Actually, I'm here to take you shopping or something."

"Or something?" Margo asks, closing her computer and swiveling in her desk chair. "What's the or something?"

The archer thinks for a moment before smiling. "Are you up for going to the petting zoo?"

Margo jumps up out of her chair, jacket already in her hand. "Sweet beans lets go!" She grabs Clint's arm and drags him down the steps. "JARVIS tell Dad I'm at the petting zoo with Uncle Clint."

"Yes Miss." JARVIS replies. "Happy Birthday Miss."

Margo grins. "Thanks JARVIS."

As soon as Tony hears the door click close he smiles. "Alright JARVIS, it's time to set up for the party." Margo told him she didn't want a big expensive party, but Tony can't help himself. His original idea was to have her Sweet Sixteen at a castle in Paris but as soon as he voiced the idea to his daughter she shot him down. This party was a major down grade from his original plan. He grabs his phone, calling Pepper. "Are you taking care of the cake?"

Pepper sighs at Tony. "I still think you should've baked the cake yourself Tony! It would've meant so much more!"

Tony sighs. "Pepper, do you really want a repeat of her eighth birthday?" For Margo's eighth birthday Tony tried to bake a cake and it didn't turn out so well. The birthday cake literally got up and walked away. Needless to say no one wants a repeat of that incident.

"No, no never mind. No one wants a repeat of that day." Pepper shutters at the thought. "The bakery said we could pick up the cake whenever we want. I don't know if I can fit it in my car Tony, after all you ordered a pretty big cake."

Tony shrugs. "It'll be fine Pepper. Go get that cake. Bye Pep."

"Bye Tony."

Tony pulls out his list, glancing at it. Get Margo out of the house; check. Get Pepper to pick up the cake; check. Tony dials another number, still so many things he has to do before Margo and Clint get back.

"Natasha, are you taking care of the decorations?"

"Yes Tony. Steve and I are picking them up right now. We'll be there in a while to put them up." Natasha answers obviously irritated that Tony had interrupted her.

That's another thing he can cross off his list. "Great! Have you heard from Bruce?"

"Yes, he said he's picking up all the presents now. He should get there about the same time we do." Natasha explains and Tony can hear Steve say something in the background. "Scratch that, Steve said he'll be there a little later than us."

Tony sighs; he probably should've taken care of the presents himself. "That's alright. Thor, have you heard from Thor?"

"I didn't think you gave Thor a job?" Natasha asks.

"I didn't but how do you get a hold of someone on another planet? I don't think that cell phone I gave him gets inter-galactic service." Tony explains, running his hands through his hair. He doesn't want Thor to miss this, after all someone only turns sixteen once, but how do you get a hold of someone on another planet? Tony doesn't exactly have time to go to Asgard (not that he knows where it is).

"I'm sure he already knows Tony. You told him last month that you were having a party for her, and Thor isn't one to forget."

Tony nods, she's right, Thor never forgets anything. "You're right. Thanks for the help Natasha. Bye." Tony doesn't even get a goodbye, the line just dies.

Tony looks at his list again, checking a few more things off before smiling to himself; this is going just the way he wants it to. He glances at the clock; Margo's friends should be here in less than hour.

Margo laughs happily as she pets the baby goats in front of her. "Look at them Uncle Clint! Aren't they cute?!" She gushes, hugging one of the babies.

Clint laughs, busy loving on his own baby goat. "Yes Margo, they're adorable." Margo laughs again when the goat tries to eat her purse. Clint smiles, and glances at his watch, they've been here at least two hours and they're at the end of the zoo. "Margo, how about you go look at the birds one more time and I'll meet you there in a minute?"

Margo shrugs as she walks towards the bird exhibit.

Clint grabs his phone calling Tony. "Tony, we're done at the zoo."

"Shit!" Tony curses. "I need more time Clint!"

"I can't give you anymore time." Clint says, shooing away a goat that starts chewing on his pant leg. "We've been through the entire zoo Tony. What else do you want me to do?"

"Ponies." Tony says like it's the answer to all the problems in the world.

"Excuse me?"

"Ponies, Margo loves ponies." Tony repeats. "Take her to a stable or something."

Clint rolls his eyes. "You want me to find one of those in New York Tony?"

"I bet there's one upstate." Tony replies with a hint of venom.

Clint's lets out an exasperated sigh. "You want me to take her upstate?"

"No, just...think of something Clint. I don't care. Take her to play paintball, or just go get ice cream. Take a walk up wall street. I don't care Clint; do something I need more time."

Clint grits his teeth; he'll get Tony for this. "Fine." He snaps, ending the call. He walks up to Margo, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Ready for part two of your birthday outing?"

Margo blinks up at Clint, raising an eyebrow. "Part two? Did you call Daddy to tell him I'll be home later?"

Clint nods. "Sure did Kiddo. C'mon, we're going to get ice cream." Clint pushes Margo the entire way back to the car.

"Alright Thor a little to the left." Tony instructs the God. He needs just a little more time, the decorations aren't quite ready and Bruce hasn't shown up yet. "Perfect!" Tony shouts when Thor has the banner in the perfect spot. "Thanks so much Thor. Pepper, where'd you put the cake?!"

"It's on the table Tony, but there's a problem..." Pepper announces, biting her lip.

"Problem? What problem?"

"They spelled her name wrong." Pepper mutters and Tony rushes to the cake.

"I paid good money for this cake! Enough money for them to not spell her name wrong! I want this fixed!" Tony yells, glaring at the misspelled name on the cake.

"Tony there's no time to fix it." Pepper says, patting the man's shoulder to calm him down. "Margo'll understand Tony. One little mistake is alright Tony, not everything can be perfect."

Tony sighs nodding, Pepper's right not everything can be perfect. "I know, but really? Misspelling her name, I'd rather of had them misspell 'happy' or 'birthday'."

"I know Tony." Pepper sighs; the next few hours are going to be the longest ones of her life.

Clint sighs; he can't keep Margo entertained any longer. They've been gone nearly three and a half hours and Margo's demanded to go home, explaining she really just wants to spend the rest of the day with her father and the rest of the family. Which is why they're now not too far front the front door and Clint is silently praying Tony got his text, because he never replied to it. Clint's pushes the front door open quietly, stepping into the home, Margo's not far behind him.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone yells, jumping out from various hidden places.

"Jesus!" Margo screams, eyes widening and a hand on her heart. "Dear Lord, don't do that! You scared me!"

Tony's the first by Margo's side, laying an arm across her shoulders. "Happy Birthday Princess. This is your surprise party."

Margo frowns. "I thought I said I wanted a simple party." She glances around the room, taking in all the people (some she's not too sure she actually knows) and all the decorations.

"It was either this or that party in Paris I wanted." Tony explains, shrugging.

Margo frowns, taking off her jacket and placing it on the coat rack. "I was not having a party in Paris Dad!"

"Why? Most kids would kill for a party in Paris." Tony explains, leading the girl to a group of her closest friends. "I'll leave you to your friends Princess." Margo smiles gratefully at Tony before the billionaire walks off.

After the party has ended and everyone is gone Tony seats himself on the couch next to Margo. "Did you enjoy the party?"

"I did." Margo says happily, playing with the sleeve of her shirt. "Thanks Daddy."

Tony lays an arm over Margo's shoulder and grins widely at her. "Well, I'm glad you did. It isn't the party I wanted, but it'll do." Tony laughs before getting up from the couch and walking down to his lab. "There's one last present I have for you."

"Dad..." Margo whines. "You've already given me enough today."

Her comment goes unnoticed as Tony continues to his lab. "You've wanted one for a long time." Tony yells up at his daughter.

The birthday girl blinks, what has she wanted for a long time? Margo goes to follow Tony but instantly stops when she hears the genius walking back up the steps. "Dad, what are you-"

Tony lets out a low whistle and something comes running up the steps. "You've asked for one every birthday since day one." Tony explains and suddenly Margo's face lights up.

"Dad you didn't?!" The girl lets out a loud giggle when a small fluffy white puppy starts jumping around her heals. She picks the puppy up, a black collar adorning its neck. "Balto." Margo reads off the dogs tag. She sits the puppy back down and rushes toward Tony, wrapping him in a hug. "Thanks Dad, but where did you find a Samoyed puppy?"

"Wasn't all that hard to find." Tony replies, kissing the girls hair. He's happy her sweet sixteen turned out perfect.