Marvel and Spider-man Oneshots

"his fingertips were cold as if he wasn't alive"

another shitty one i pulled out of my ass- 

She had her head buried in textbooks, she only needed one more year to graduate college; she got her smarts from her dad. She'd be the first 13 year old to graduate MIT and she knew her father couldn't be more proud of her. She finished the last equation before she got up and went to get a drink in the kitchen nodding at Peter on her way.

Peter had taken over the company, though he only owned 50% he was just in care of her 50% until she turned 18. She was grateful, and they had compromised that she would have full say of what he does with her 50% when she graduated. 

She waddled into the kitchen, her hair swinging behind her in a high ponytail. She moved to a cupboard and reached into it, though she had inherited her father's height--being the tiny girl she is she moved to her tippy toes to grab a glass. She took a tumble, squeaking softly as she managed to save the glass but her head had hit the ground roughly.

Her blurry vision focused on the photo of her dad as she let her head rest against the ground. She could hear piano playing in the basement, otherwise known as her fathers workshop which they didnt have the heart to clear out. Peter was down there nearly everyday he was here for atleast 2 hours. 

She sighed and got up, she should probably go check on him before bed. She stumbled to her feet and began towards the stairway to the garage. They were clear crystal glass stairs. She moved down them quickly and steadily, noticing how the music got louder at the bottom. It was almost as loud as her dad used to play it for her.

A tear slipped down her pale cheeks as she moved closer to the door, seeing her father there playing piano. It was as if she was revisiting a memory, but she was older. 

"Daddy, can you teach me how to play?" A quiet voice asked, crackling in the middle of the sentence.

Tony looked back at her, with a goofy grin on his face, "of course Morguna come here." He patted the seat next to him. She moved over to him slowly, tears falling from her eyes.

"Hey, why you so sad?" He asked wiping away her tears with his rough calloused thumbs. She started out stuttering but after taking a big breathe she began speaking "Be-because i miss you s-so much daddy" Tony pulled her into a hug. 

"Awe babes, it's all gonna be okay sweetheart." He pulled away and placed his hands on the piano, "okay let's start easy-- how about Clocks by coldplay? You like that song right?" He questioned with a smile.

She nodded slowly, sniffling softly as he began playing. The impending feeling of being alone leaving her as she watched her dad play and sing her favourite song. He pulled her up and onto his lap when he finished, "alright place you fingers- here here and.. here." 

He pointed out the places for her, her fingers easily sliding to their positions. She smiled, getting lost in the memory. "Alright now what?" She asked timidly, eagerness falling through her voice.

Tony pointed at a few other places, her fingers immediately sliding there. 

"That's great Morgz!" He praised her, earning a giggle from her. "Thanks daddy." 

He kissed the side of her head before covering her hands with his, guiding her fingers as they played. But the only thing on Morgans mind was the fact that his fingertips were cold, almost as if he wasn't alive.

She shook her head, as she felt herself bounce around. Tears filling her eyes as she found herself in the piano chair by herself, she knew she had experienced an episode. She knew what was wrong with her. 

She silently hugged herself, choked sobs escaping her mouth as she cried out for her father. She knew he wasn't coming back. It had been nine years and she still couldn't let him go. She knew he was a hero but it hurt so bad to have him leave. 

She shakily got up, her knees shaking even more then the rest of her body. She wobbled to the stairs crawling up them and towards her room. She collapsed in her bed and as she laid there crying slowly fell asleep. It was a dreamless sleep, and she didn't know if that was good or not.

When she got up she hugged Peter and their mother Pepper, letting them know she loved them. 

Morgan would forever remember how cold his fingers were, and how icy he felt in general. She sighed and got ready for the day.