morgan stark.

[she will most likely be dreaming about @the-golden-avenger.bsky.social tonight.]

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧' 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐀𝐧' 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐲... 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞."

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

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❤︎ & ↻

[thinking about @the-golden-avenger.bsky.social tonight.]

[finally leans over, giving him a big hug.]

thank you. i love you, dad.

[a little blush at the old nickname she had when she could barely talk.]

don’t worry dad, i know the risks involved.

i’ll be okay, i promise.

[she sat down in her desk chair, spinning around to look at him.]

i want to do what you do. i want help people, save people.

you’re not gonna be around forever; hell, you’ve technically already died.

so yes, i wanna be you. i wanna be the next iron man.

[one big breath. in and out.]

i want to be the next iron man.

oh, while you’re here.

there’s something i wanna talk to you about.

they’re a delicacy, DAD.

// it’s like they found a way to infuse pym particles into an iron man suit what the fuccc

// holy shit it’s so big

dad.

there’s something i want to talk to you about.

i guess science? maybe math? any kind of math stuff i just ate up.

the ones with the white icing and sprinkles on top? those are the best.

umm.

let’s go with pasta. just any kind of pasta.

okay that just gave me whiplash, what the hell.

[morgan feels her eyes widen when toni says that first thing.]

i’m older than you?! no, that can’t be right, that doesn’t feel possible.

one, out of school. i’m 23.

two, i’m not a superhero……but i have been considering taking up dad’s mantle as iron man. or, i guess now iron woman.

three, i’m a single pringle.

four, that is so weird to hear you say that.

[now that her milkshake is made she joins the other woman on the couch, taking a light sip before looking over at toni.]

what do you wanna know about me?

okay, not gonna lie, you just became like fifty percent cooler. holy shit dude, that’s amazing.

holy shit, you’re dating my favorite popstar?!

[a glint popped up in morgan’s eyes, her mood instantly rising by knowing this fact about her dad’s alternate self.]

[she shakes her head before putting the stuff away, now blending up her milkshake.]

he and my mom have been divorced for a few years now, and he never decided to get back in the dating scene.

[her head whipped back at the sound of the girlfriend’s name though.]

wait. as in mary jane watson?

[a little eyebrow raise to that last part, now pouring in the milk.]

girlfriend? you have a girlfriend?

[a little shrug as she now starts to scoop some of the ice cream into the nearby blender.]

only thing i remember is waking up from a nap in my bedroom upstairs then coming down here to make this milkshake, then you came barging in.

[the timeline washed over her brain, nodding along with each event as she recalls her dad’s past.]

yep, that all checks out. he’s told me all of that so many times i’ve lost count.

but how is this possible? how are *you* possible?

[she closed the fridge and set the two containers on the nearby island, now looking back to the woman claiming to have the same name as her dad.]

that’s impossible, everyone knows my dad is tony stark. and unless he had some strange kid he named after himself and didn’t tell me, then what the hell?

[wait. stark? as in……no, there’s no possible way.]

what, i was gonna make a milkshake.

[she rolled her eyes at that.]

and by the way, my name is morgan stark. you might’ve heard of my dad, famous inventor and the face behind the superhero iron man, tony stark?

[the brunette popped up from the open fridge to see the other woman, a jug of milk in one hand and a tub of ice cream in the other.]

your house? i’m pretty sure this is my house.

a woman talking on a cell phone with netflix written on the bottom ALT: a woman talking on a cell phone with netflix written on the bottom

[picking up a call from the reader.]