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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐔, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀
TONY
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'It's mine!'
Margo grabbed the last slice of pizza before Tony could beat her to it, fitting between her teeth with a loud chomp. The triangular wedge hung amidst her mouth as she scribbled down something in whatever she was writing. Tony audibly grumbled, turning his back to her.
It had been two days since they had last seen Elle and returned to the Stark mansion. The first two floors were under renovation so Tony had to get Margo comfortable around his workshop which was the only place left unaffected. There was a meagre sofa on which he allowed to crash for her naps and they had been surviving on takeout until the place was back to normal. Margo had been catching up with schoolwork and obviously, it piqued Tony.
Not that he was complaining. Margo loved to learn, even if it wasn't off the appropriate subject. While the preschool children were learning about vowels and phonetics, Margo knew about the effects and forces that were involved when pushing chalk against a plank. Her mind was wanting to know everything and how much ever Tony loved the workings of her mind, he knew she was still a child.
'Whatcha up to, Magpie?'
'Working,' she said, chewing on the greasy slice of pizza. She continued to prod a finger into the new bandage without her knowledge and Tony swat her hand away. The wound had clotted but she kept poking a finger into it.
'DUM-E just finished dressing that,' he reminded her, 'you'll infect it.'
'He did a better job than you,' she piqued, throwing the automated claw a happy look. DUM-E whirred in response to which Margo giggled. 'He's my fave.'
'Oh, is he?' He hummed.
'Remember the old cyphers you used for his structural comps?' Margo asked, making Tony raise a questioning brow at her. Was his own flesh and blood finding an error in his own codes?
'Affirmative,' he drawled.
'Well,' she sang, 'I tweaked them a bit. Look, his movements are so much more fluid. I think—'
'Uh-uh, Mags,' his jaw dropped. 'Don't screw with my bots.'
'Yours?' She scoffed. 'He likes me more than you. Isn't that right, Dum-Dum?'
The robot hand swivelled on its axis to look at Margo and bent its arm forward and back as if nodding in acceptance. A flash of pride went up to Tony's face, a smile decorating his face. My daughter could code better than me, he thought proudly.
