Morgan learns about the other side of her father
Morgan was a teenager now and the emptyness of not having a father was more present than ever. Of course she had her Mum but she was busy running what was on of Americas biggest company’s. She’d seen how other girls at her school interacted with their parents, running to them for help, having the petty squabbles families always come with and the many in-jokes and traditions. Morgan wanted it so bad. Luckily she could take solice in listening to stories about her father, the great Tony Stark, which was only a hazy memory now. She’d asked most people she could think of, her mother of course but asking her would always turn into a lecture about playing it safe and staying on the right side, JARVIS would simply read off of his Wikipedia, and Dr Strange would make jokes and would compare the two of them but no real knowledge was gained from these interactions, none of the stories told her what it would be like to be his daughter. She sat and thought about who she could ask, who would know about Tony’s fatherly side. A light bulb flicked on in her head and she knew where she had to go.
The apartment door was just as Morgan had remembered it even though it was a year since she’d visited. She knocked on the door and a girl, a little younger than Morgan opened the door, Mary Hogan, the daughter of Happy Hogan and May Parker.
“Heya, kid.” Mary squealed and hugged Morgan tight.
“Is Peter in right now?” Mary shook her head.
“He’s out with his girlfriend.” she said in a teasing voice.
“Do you know when he’ll be back?” Mary shook her head again. Morgan looked at Mary and noticed she’d grown several inches since she’d last seen her. She also notice her hand were grubby with baking.
“What’re making?” Morgan asked.
“I’m helping Mum make a gingerbread house, ” Mary said excitedly “Come on in, I’ll show you.” Morgan was dragged into the kitchen where May was delecatly adding icing icicle to the roof of the gingerbread house.
“Look who stopped by!” Mary said loudly, startling May who elbowed the gingerbread house, causing it to collapse.
“Oh hey!” said May, beaming up at Morgan.
“I’m sorry Happy isn’t in right now,” May started.
“I’m actually here to see Peter.” Morgan corrected.
“oh, well you’re welcome to stay here! Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to get back to work.” May said, frowning at the gingerbread prices.
“I’ll help!” Morgan said. The rest of the afternoon was spent fixing the gingerbread house, some prices didn’t fit so well together anymore but Mary insisted it gave it character. The sun was just starting to set when Peter came home with a lipstick stain on his cheek. The three girls started giggling and pointing, Peter gave them confused looks and turned to see himself in the mirror, his face heated up and he smudged it off on his sleeve.
“You made a gingerbread house?” he asked. “but it’s June?”
“The power of Christmas knows no bounds!” Mary shouted. Peter smiled and went to take a peice off of the roof, May swiftly moved it away.
“You can’t have any now, it’s for desert!” She said.
Peter rolled his eyes as May put it in the fridge. Morgan awkwardly walked up to Peter.
“Can I talk to you?” She asked.
“Oh yeah, sure. Let’s go to my room.”
His room was comforting and familiar, it was almost the same as last year. His photography awards were placed proudly on the wall as well as his decathlon hoodie. Somewhere in the room something buzzed and his fan rattled, it smelled of ramen and cola. The feeling of the room wrapped around her like a blanket.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“I wanted to know about Dad.” she said. Peter closed his eyes and thought, what did he know about Tony Stark? There was basic stuff like who he was a billionaire and and inventor but Peter also knew the other side of Tony too; he was a cat person and would try to pet any he came across, he liked sweet coffee but if anyone asked he’d say black, he’d once gotten stuck in an air vent trying to find Clint and he had to be cut out. He opened his eyes and decided to start with the time he tried to make a chocolate cake and ended up blowing up the leftside of the house.