MORPH ✿ T. Stark's Daughter [Rewriting!]

四十五

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"Mr. Stark please cooperate."

"Why? I think that little punk needs a good talking to!"

"I would agree if you would actually talk." The police officer tore off the ticket for the defacing of private property.

"You can hardly call what I did defacing," Tony protested throwing the can of spray paint on the ground. "It comes off with the hose!"

"Sir, just because you're Iron Man doesn't mean you can get away with this stuff!" the Police officer reprimanded.

Tony grunted. "I can when he hurt my daughter."

"Then I'd say she is the one who I should be giving the ticket to, not you."

"Officer," Tony glanced at the name tag, "Evans, I will make an appearance at all of you're daughter's birthday parties. If she asks."

He paused. "Go rinse it off," he said tearing up the ticket. "And tell nobody."

Tony saluted before racing to grab the hose.

Lenna sat down in front of the computer, popping a kernel of popcorn in her mouth. The monitor displayed a live feed of Tony Stark spraying some person's house in California. The obscene word was slipping down the house sadly as Tony sprayed at it relentlessly.

It's what he asked for, she thought. He shouldn't have sprayed that on Grant's house.

"I wonder what you see in him," Lenna said to Pepper who was standing behind her.

"I do too."