*Age 14*
Tony taps his fingers against the kitchen counter as he sips at his coffee. Margo still hasn't come down from her room yet and she has exactly twenty minutes before they have to leave. "Margo Stark! What on earth is taking you so long to get ready?!"
"I'll be down in just a second Dad! I'm still not finished getting ready!" Margo replies and Tony can hear her foot steps as she scrambles around her room.
"Please tell me you aren't trying to impress some boy Princess, that's the last thing I need." The genius mutters more to himself than to Margo. He sips at his coffee again, watching as time ticks past on the kitchen clock. Tony finally blinks and frowns, thirteen minutes have passed and Margo still hasn't come down from her room. "Might as well call Pepper and tell her I'm going to be late coming in." His fingers swipe across familiar keys and he waits patiently for Pepper to answer her phone.
"Yes Mr. Stark?" Pepper questions.
Tony sighs, he knows Pepper is going to be upset with him, but maybe not too upset since it's mostly Margo's fault he's going to be late for work. "Ms. Potts, how are you this morning?"
"Tony, cut to the chase, you never ask he how my morning is unless you've got bad news." He can hear the frown in Pepper's voice.
"Well...Margo's still getting ready for school..."
"So you're going to be late to work, right? And here I thought you actually wanted to come in on time. Its fine Tony I'll hold off your meeting as long as possible."
"Thanks so much Pepper!" Tony sighs in relief, she wasn't nearly as mad as he thought she might be.
"Welcome Tony."
The line goes dead and Tony slides his phone back into his pocket. "What happened to saying goodbye?" He mutters to himself as he takes a sip of his now cold coffee. "Margo! What on earth is taking you so long?!"
"No need to yell Dad. I'm right here you know." Margo mutters as she takes a bite out of her (burnt) poptart.
Tony blinks at his daughter, what on earth is she wearing? "Princess, what are you wearing? It honestly looks like the seventies may have vomited on you."
Margo smiles brightly at Tony and readjusts her tie dyed shirt. "It's twin day at school Dad. I told you last week Brittany and I were dressing alike." She takes another bite of her poptart and downs her entire glass of milk in five seconds flat and grins at Tony again. "C'mon Dad, you're going to be extra late if you don't hurry!"
Tony sighs, it's not the dressing alike he has a problem with...it's the being seen in public with her dressed like that. He sighs once again and grabs his car keys; he supposes he can forgive Margo for dressing so outlandishly...just this once.