*Age 10*
Margo sticks her tongue out in concentration, staring at the back and white keys in front of her. She brings her hands up to the keys and "lets the music flow" as her piano teacher says.
Tony winces and drops the wrench he's using on the ground. He covers his ears, glaring at the ceiling. "JARVIS, what's the horrible noise?"
"Sir," JARVIS answers, "its Margo, she's playing piano."
Tony winces again as another sour note reaches his ears. "What's she playing? Or...trying to play?"
"She's playing..." JARVIS seems to wince as several wrong keys are played. "Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata."
Tony frowns slightly, he really enjoys Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, or he use to before his daughter...ruined it. "Is that what her piano teacher has taught her?! How to mess up perfectly good sonata's?!" Tony covers his ears again as he heads up the steps from his lab into his living room. Tony Stark can handle a lot of things; Margo's piano playing isn't one of them. He sets next to the girl on the piano bench, stilling her hands with his own. "Princess, I love you, but I don't think playing piano is your calling."
Margo turns toward the man of iron and frowns. "Did it really sound that bad?" She sniffs slightly. "I've been taking piano lessons for almost a year and I still can't play anything!"
"Maybe," Tony offers, this is one of the rare occasions he's going to give fatherly advice (which he isn't very good at). "You should start with something simpler, like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and then work your way up from there." He smirks slightly, that may be the best fatherly advice he's ever given the ten year old.
"I was supposed to be able to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Start like eleven months ago. I quit! I can't play piano at all!" The child slams her hands down on the keyboard and the keys give a shrill groan in protest.
Tony winces again, the shrill sound ringing in his ears. He takes Margo's hands away from the keyboard and places them in her lap. "Don't take it out on the keyboard it's already been put through enough today. Fine, you can quit and let the piano win. Or you can try again, and by again I mean start with Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and know that you tried your hardest to succeed at playing piano. Your choice kiddo." Tony grins, on second thought THAT is the best fatherly advice he's ever given.
"Fine, I won't quit because I don't want the piano getting the better of me." Margo mutters, digging through the sheet music in her piano lessons folder. She grabs a set of sheet music and places it in the stand. "Thanks Dad, you really helped."
Tony kisses the top of the girls head and stands, getting ready to head back to his lab. "You're welcome Princess." He winces when another sour note reaches his ears. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to tell her not to let the piano get the better of her.