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"Peter? Morgan?"
Tony's looked all over the house for his two kids, but for some reason they're nowhere to be found. They said they would be watching TV, except they're not in the living room. And they're not in Pepper and his room, nor Peters room. The last possible place they could be is in Morgan's room.
That's where Tony heads next. He crosses his arms and tries not to shiver at the slight breeze he feels coming in through the window at the end of the hall. It's warm, but when there's no sun going with it, it can make it a little chilly.
The man raps his knuckles against the hardwood door, pausing and awaiting an answer from one of his children. When there is none, he has to speak up himself. "Peter? Morgan? You in there?"
"Yup!" Morgan's cheery voice calls out.
Tony squints his eyes in confusion. Usually when he knocks on the door, her immediate response is 'Come in!' not this mysterious 'Yup!' answer. "Um, can I come inside, Maguna?"
"Nope!" she shouts, using the same tone.
"Um, why not, little miss?" Tony laughs, although he can't help feeling a little stressed.
"Busy!" she replies.
Tony raises a brow. "Pete, you in there too?"
"Uh-huh."
". . . and I can't come in?"
"Mo says no one should disrupt her while she's at work."
"I see." Tony half smiles. "And what might this work be exactly?"
"Me, kinda," Peter answers, laughing when Morgan starts to lecture him. "I didn't spoil the surprise, Mo!"
"When can I come in?" Tony asks, scratching the back of his head.
"In one sec!" Morgan tells him. "Just one . . . more . . . minute . . . promise . . . and . . . okay! Come in, now!"
Tony opens the door, leaning against the doorframe with a wide smile at the sight before him. "Hm," he hums. "This where you two ran off to?"
"Yup." Morgan looks to Peter, eyes shinning as she gestures to him. "Look at Petey!"
And Tony does. The boy has sparkly blue eyeshadow spread across his eyelids in an uneven pattern and he also very clearly has blush spread on his cheeks. It looks like Morgan has also attempted to put mascara on him, but there isn't much on his eyelashes. Around his waist is one of Morgan's tutus with a stretchy waistband overtop of his jeans. It looks very small on him in almost a comedic way. And last, but not least, there are different coloured barrettes in his mess of curls.
"Wow, Mo," Tony comments, pushing off the wall and walking over to them. "You steal Mommy's makeup again?"
"Look!" Morgan repeats, giving Peter's cheek a gentle pat. "Look at him!"
Peter tilts his head to the side, offering an embarrassed smile. "How do I look?"
Tony returns the smile with a fond one of his own. "You're adorable."
"Daddddd." Peter's shoulders hunch a bit, face appearing to heat up behind all the blush.
Morgan frowns. "Daddy, he's not adorable!"
"He's not?" Tony squints one eye at her before looking back at Peter. "What do you mean?"
The girl heaves a long sigh. "He's pretty, Daddy! Tell him he's pretty."
Tony chuckles. "Can't he be pretty and adorable?"
This only receives a glare from his second born, the girl crosses her arms, and sticks her bottom lip out in a pout. The puppy eyes she gives him could rival Peter's.
"Jeez. Fine." Tony kneels down, reaching out to pinch his son's cheek. "You're very pretty, Peter."
"Don't touch!!" Morgan exclaims frantically, making her dad pull back immediately in surprise. "You're going to ruin his makeup!"
Tony takes a moment to breathe in and out, hand over his heart before he rolls his eyes and responds. "Oh my goodness. So many rules around this place." He holds his hands up in defence. "You look pretty, Peter."
Morgan seems finally content with Tony's answer and sighs happily, clasping her hands together next to her face. "Doesn't he?!"
Peter and Tony share a smile. Gosh, this girl.