*Age 14*
"Dad! Can I borrow one of your shirts?!" Margo yells sticking her head out of her bedroom door.
"Why do you need one of my shirts?!" Tony yells back, flipping a pancake. He hears the soft thud of feet as they hit the floor.
"Spirit week." Margo replies like it's the answer to everything. "Can I borrow a pair of your pants too?" Margo questions, walking into the kitchen.
"I'd bet money my pants are too long for you." Tony says, handing Margo a plate of pancakes (his cooking has gotten better over the years). "I repeat, you need my clothes why?"
"Spirit week." Margo answers, taking a bite of her pancake. "I know you're old Dad, but even back when you went to school they had spirit week." Tony shoots the girl a look and Margo grins. "Today is celebrity day. My celebrity: you."
Tony gives her a lopsided grin. "Really?"
"Duh." She says, taking another two bites of her food. She chews for a moment before swallowing. "One, I don't have to buy a costume. And two, everyone knows who you are, therefore it'll be easy for people to guess who I am."
Tony grins again before rolling his eyes. "Whatever you want kiddo. You know where my shirts are, and pants, don't you?"
Margo nods, finishing her pancakes and smiling. "Does that mean I can borrow your clothes?"
Tony shakes his head, downing his cup of coffee in a matter of ten seconds. He pours another cup and makes his way into the living room. "Yes Margo, you can borrow my clothes."
"SWEET!" Margo says happily, rushing up the steps and into Tony's bedroom. She rushes around, digging through draws in search of clothes that will sort of fit her.
Tony sips at his coffee, flipping through TV channels. This has become a normal routine for him; he gets up, makes pancakes (sometimes waffles, he hasn't exactly mastered the art of waffle making), and sits around on the couch flipping through TV channels until it's time to take Margo to school. Glancing at the clock he frowns. "Princess! You're going to be late if you don't hurry!"
"Coming Dad!" Margo bounds down the steps, backpack hanging off one shoulder and a sharpie in her hand. "Just one final touch." She mutters, walking toward a mirror and uncapping the sharpie. She scribbles on her face for a few moments before turning and grinning at Tony. "What do you think?"
Tony glances up from grabbing his car keys. "What the hell is that on your face?" He laughs out, smirking and heading for the front door.
"It's facial hair! I can't be THE Tony Stark without facial hair." Margo explains, tugging on her shoes and walking after Tony. "Do I make a good you, Dad?"
"Margo Stark," Tony says, opening the car door for his princess. "You make a most wonderful me."
Margo giggles, jumping into the seat of the car. "I do try."
Tony rolls his eyes, he doesn't know what to expect with the rest of this Spirit Week.