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- Love-Me-Some-Pie
*Age 14*
Tony's running out of options, he knows he is. He has no more options and no more time, everything's running out. He doesn't know what to do now; he's done everything he can think of.
"What if it was just some random person Tony?" Steve offers, he knows the billionaire is running out of options. "What if it wasn't someone looking to hurt you, but merely kidnap someone."
Tony turns to face the star spangled man with a plan. "That's even worse." He mutters, rubbing his eyes, he knows his eyes are bloodshot. He hasn't really slept at all since she's been gone; he hasn't really done much of anything. "What am I going to do Steve? I'm running out of time."
Steve bites his lip; he doesn't know what to tell the genius. He thinks for a moment, hands drifting to burying themselves in his pockets. "I don't know Tony, I don't know."
Tony nods crossing his arms on the table in front of him and laying his head on top of his arms. "I'd like to be alone Steve."
"Tony," Steve starts. "I don't think that's-"
"Go away Steve." Tony's voice is getting more irritated by the second; he just wants to be alone right now. Alone with reality, because the reality is...he isn't going to find her, she's gone. "GET OUT STEVE!" Tony yells, sending a deathly glare towards the soldier.
"Tony I-" Steve starts but Tony doesn't let him finish.
"STEVE GET THE HELL OUT!" Tony's screaming, but he can't help it. He has to let his anger out someway, even if it is yelling at someone who doesn't deserve to be yelled at.
Steve doesn't try to say anything this time; he merely gets up and walks out of the home, leaving the billionaire to suffer in silence.
Tony buries his face in his arms, he needs to face reality, but he can't bring himself to. Who wants to face the reality that their child is gone? He jolts up when his phone starts ringing. He slugs toward the phone, praying it's her. The only thing keeping him alive is his last little shred of hope that she'll turn up.
"Hello?" His voice is dull and flat, it doesn't even hold the confidence it use to.
"...Dad..." A hoarse voice mutters, coughing slightly.
Tony's eyes widen, there's no way, and it can't be her. But it sounds like her, which means it is her, which means she's okay. "Princess, where are you?" It comes out before Tony even knows what he's saying.
Margo blinks open her eyes, squinting slightly at the light that assaults them. She runs her tongue over her lips, glancing around the room. She stops when she sees a phone lying on the table next to her, these people; they honestly aren't stupid enough to leave a phone lying near her, are they? She waits a moment, but only a moment, to see if someone comes for the phone, when no one does, she grins slightly.
Struggling for some time she manages to free her hands from the rope tying them to the back of the chair she's on. She reaches for the phone, glancing around one last time before dialing a familiar number.
"Hello?" The voice isn't at all like her father, it's too dull.
It takes her a moment to find her voice, tears threatening to leave violet eyes. "...Dad..."
"Princess where are you?"
She blinks; she doesn't know what to tell him, mostly because she doesn't know where she's at. She looks around, looking for any type of sign that can give away where she is. "Harbor..." She mutters, reading the sign at the other end of the room she's in. "I don't know, it says harbor."
"Are you still in New York Princess?"
Margo shrugs, though she knows Tony can't see it. She doesn't know where she is, or how long she's been gone. "I...I think so."
"Princess, you listen to me. Who took you?" Tony questions, voice laced with anger.
Margo shrugs, looking around once again. "I don't know. A man, that's all I know."
Tony, in all honesty, is about to cry. He can feel the tears welling in his eyes, the familiar sting of salty tears. He's so happy; he may not know where she is, or who took her. But she is alive, and that's all he could ever hope for.