𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐝𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

🌻 | 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 [2]

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩? Yes | [No]

a/n: enjoy :)

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Fairburn, Georgia
[3rd Person's P.O.V]

"So I'd like to run one last sim before we pack it in for the night," Tony stood over his workplace as a hologram appeared, the inventor clapping his hands.

"This time, in the shape of a Mobius strip, inverted, please," Tony placed his hand on his chin.

"Processing," FRIDAY replied, shifting the forms of the hologram, Tony biting the inside of his cheek as he observed the hologram with furrowed brows.

He uncrossed his arms, moving his hand towards the hologram as it moved to his whim, twisting and turning it around as he mumbled to himself.

"Right, give me that eigenvalue of that particle factoring in the spectral decomp. That'll take a second," He picked up a drink, FRIDAY changing the hologram to suite the changes.

"Just a moment," The robot replied, forming a new image.

"Don't worry if it doesn't pan out," Tony added, swallowing his drink. "I'm just kinda..."

He tilted his head back and forth, popping a snack into his mouth as he chewed, FRIDAY soon announcing the change as the hologram had stopped moving.

"Model rendered."

Tony coughed into his hand, a green line travelling along the model as it then flashed a little, red words popping up, saying 'Model successful'.

The inventor's eyes were wide as he sat himself down. He let out a small sigh of awe, leaning further into his chair as he stared at the model, slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, arms splayed out in amazement.

"Shit," A little voice echoed from behind him.

Tony slowly turned his chair around, eyes wide in surprise as he spotted his young daughter sitting on the steps behind him.

He looked at her in disbelief before placing a finger over his mouth in a shushing motion, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"What are you doing up, little miss?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "I thought Andy put you to bed."

"Shit," Morgan repeated, grinning cheekily.

"Nope, we don't say that," Tony shook his head. "Only Mommy says that word. She coined it. It belongs to her."

"Why are you up?" Morgan shot back.

"'Cause I've got some important shit going on here! What do you think?" Tony replied, Morgna frowning at him using the 'coined' word.

He sighed, changing his sentencing.

"No, I got– I got something on my mind. I got something on my mind," He nodded. 

"Was it juice pops?" Morgan asked innocently, the inventor looking up, as though distracted.

"Sure was."

He looked over to his young daughter before nodding, smiling as he got up from his seat.

"That's extortion," Tony pointed a finger at his daughter. "That's a word. What kind do you want? Great minds think alike. Juice pops exactly was on... my mind."

He looked back at the hologram one last time as Morgan took his hand in hers, running off while pulling Tony along with her.

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