So, of course the ending of Endgame did not sit well with me (I cried so many hours over it and likely will still cry more) so I have started to write a fix it fic. Maybe Marvel will pick up the idea themselves and run with it. I wouldn't be mad about it. So if you are hurting from Endgame, please come along with me.

Chapter One

As she grew, Morgan Stark was told over and over again how much she looked like her dad. With her thick, dark, curling hair and big brown eyes framed by the most luscious lashes to grace a human being, there was no way she could disagree. Not that she didn't get any physical traits from her mother as well. She was incredibly tall for her age and had her signature smile down perfectly.

While Morgan absolutely adored her mother, always trying to copy her mannerisms while teetering around on her signature high heels, it didn't take long to figure out that Morgan was a genius just like her father. It was the small things she did that Pepper noticed even before Tony died but once he was gone, those things seemed to multiple faster than her mother could believe or handle with her busy schedule trying to run Stark Industries.

Morgan didn't try to get into trouble. She honestly didn't but she just couldn't help herself. Even with Happy around to try and distract her, she was easily bored. It was exciting to dismantle things and put them back together to try and make them better. It was also absolutely hilarious to her when she realized she knew more than her tutors and they got flustered and quit after a few days. Her mom didn't find it quite as funny as she did. Then there was that time she found out how to code her mother's Rescue suit to herself and take it for a spin until her mother demanded that, "she get down here this instant before she is grounded for life!" Not that she could blame her for freaking out a little. She was only ten at the time but she wanted to fly. She had seen the videos. She wanted to fly like her dad.

She only wished she had gotten to see him fly in real life in his red and gold Iron Man armor but he was gone now. Even though years had passed, it felt like just yesterday he had caught her playing with her mother's Rescue helmet in her tent.

Her favorite video was that of her dad trying to fly for the first time and failing miserably. Seeing him catapulting through the air only to crash into the ceiling never ceased to put a smile on her face. She couldn't count the number of times she watched it over the years. Couldn't count the number of times she watched each and every one of the videos he made. She knew each and every one of them by heart. Sometimes at night when she couldn't fall asleep, she would ask Friday to play back recordings of when he used to sing her to sleep at night. Most nights his voice would sooth her into slumber but some nights, every once in awhile it kept her awake, longing for him to come back to her. Come back to her mother.

Her mother was the strongest person she knew. Pepper Potts-Stark put on a brave face each and every day. Even after her husband's funeral, she went to work as she always did, kept everything running like clockwork. Morgan was convinced her mother was the most efficient person on the planet. And yet she still made time for her. She smiled and talked with her. Played with her. Told her how proud of her she was. How much she loved her. How much her dad loved her. But at night after she tucked her in and thought she was sleeping, she would cry. Sometimes she would sob. A few times, Morgan had heard her crying out Tony's name. The third night it happened, she figured out exactly what she was going to do. She marched into her room, grabbed the giant Iron Man plush from her bed and crawled in next to her mother, snuggling in against her until the sobbing stopped and her breathing evened out. That was the last time she cried at night. That didn't mean she didn't miss her husband any less. Morgan knew she had to miss him. She knew her parents had been together for years before she even came along and that they had been inseparable so when she would tell everyone she was fine, Morgan knew it wasn't the entire truth.

As the years went by, people began constantly asking her mother when she was going to move on and remarry, that Tony wouldn't want her to be alone the rest of her life. Even Happy had eventually tried to set her up but it didn't go well. Not at all. The date ended with her hiding in the bathroom having a panic attack and Happy had to come to her rescue. It was front page news for days. It was years before she tried dating again. Morgan didn't blame her mother for trying to move on. She knew her mother had to be lonely so when she started at MIT when she was fourteen, she was happy to hear that her mother was back in the dating game again. Although none of the dates every real panned out, she continued to go out and try. It made leaving her much easier.

For the next two years, nothing really changed. Life went on as normal. But then the day after Morgan's sixteenth birthday, every changed. The morning of this particular day started out like any normal Saturday. Morgan was home on spring break from MIT. Her mother had doted on her all day long because a girl only became sixteen once. They went out to lunch, got their nails done and went to a movie. All in all it was an amazingly fun day. Morgan had even talked her into playing a game of laser tag although she didn't understand how her mother had ended up kicking her ass.

They didn't make it home until later that evening and it was then her mother cursed under her breath and admitted she had forgotten about a date she had made a week prior. Now Morgan wasn't one to hold her mother back. That woman didn't get out nearly enough as it was, and she worked like a horse. Morgan couldn't ask her to cancel her date and quite frankly she didn't want to because who knows the next time she would be able to go out again. She had to get her mother out of the house for her own good so she offered to do her makeup and her hair. She even picked out an outfit for her to wear. It wasn't until she was almost out the door that she began to question if she should go.

"Mom, I'm fine. Seriously. Go out and enjoy yourself for once." Morgan didn't wait for a reply as she gently nudged her mother toward the front door. She had two reasons for this. One was that she seriously wanted her mother to have a good time, and the second reason was less innocent. She wanted to go snoop around in her dad's workshop. Her mother always kept it under lock and key. She had since the day her father died, and every time she managed to get inside to take a look around, her mother or Happy or even Uncle Rhodey would find her and drag her out, kicking and screaming. For that not to happen, she needed her mother to get out of the house and for a long time. "You work too hard, mom. You deserve it. Go on. Get out of here," she kept her voice playful as she pushed her mother along.

"Are you sure? I don't get to see you much anymore. It was your birthday yesterday. I can cancel. It can wait until you go back to school."

"No, it can't wait!" Morgan yelped with a little too much force and more gestures than was clearly necessary to drive her point home. That earned her a suspicious stare. Uh oh. She needed to dial it down a bit or she was going to blow it. Taking a breath to calm herself, she started over. "Mom, we went out for lunch. You let me order two desserts. We had a fun day. It's fine. I have something I can work on."

When her mother raised an eyebrow at her, Morgan knew exactly what she was thinking. She was worried. It was almost a constant natural state for her to be in after dealing with Tony for so long. "It's completely safe. I swear I won't blow anything up while you're gone," she promised before giving her the best 100% Stark smile she could muster.

Pepper sighed loudly, rubbing her temples as if trying to ward off a headache in the making. "Oh God. Like I haven't heard that a million times before. I know what it means when a Stark says that. Now I'm worried."

Morgan chuckled. She watched the videos. She knew exactly to what her mother was referring, the hot mess that had been Tony Stark. Slipping an arm around her middle, Morgan began to once again guide her mother toward the door. "But unlike dad, I actually mean it." Her statement must have sounded sincere enough because it earned her a genuine smile. "Is it serious? With this guy I mean?" The question was out of her mouth and floating in the air before she even knew she had posed it.

Pepper had been reaching for the door knob but stopped and turned back. "It's getting there. This is our third date."

Morgan nodded, happy with the new information. "Good. I don't like it that you are alone."

Pepper frowned. "But I'm not alone. I have Happy and Rhodey and..."

Morgan shook her head. "That doesn't count and you know it. Come on, mom. Dad would want you to be happy. You've been alone long enough. Go live your life." Morgan pressed a kiss to her mother's cheek. "Now go have some fun."

Pepper returned Morgan's kiss before opening the door. "Try not to stay up too late. I might not be back for awhile so make sure you lock up. Happy won't be stopping by tonight. I'm trusting you to run the ship while I'm gone."

"Love you, Mom. I will"

As soon as the door closed, Morgan pumped a fist into the air in glee. Finally. Time to see all of the forbidden goodies. The door to the workshop wasn't too hard to bypass. A few years ago, she had figured out that an alarm is tripped each time the door is opened. It was how she managed to be interrupted every time she tried to get in and take a look around. She had stopped trying to get in for awhile but now there was nothing stopping her. It didn't take long for her to bypass the alarm when the door opened, she was buzzing with excited energy. She was so glad she had skipped drinking her usual Red Bull. "Friday, lights please." Morgan rubbed her hands together, smile spreading across her face as her father's lab was illuminated by the overhead lights. Yes. Hell yes.

"I don't believe you are supposed to be in here, Miss Stark," the AI's familiar Irish brogue usually calmed her but not today. Today she was only annoyed.

Morgan couldn't help it. She rolled her eyes at the disembodied voice. "Yeah, well. Friday, I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions."

She knew it. Her father's workshop was amazing. A million times better than anything she had at her disposal at MIT. Why hadn't she tried harder to get in here sooner? So many goodies. So little time before her mom got back. Maybe if she stayed up all night, she could get through quite a bit. Her eyes slowly roamed the room, taking in all of her surroundings. Displayed on one of the walls was her mother's Rescue armor and next to it was her dad's Iron Man suit. It was badly damaged from the battle with Thanos and needed repair but...oh my God. A light bulb went on in her head. Maybe she could be the one to repair it. There had to be instructions somewhere around here or Friday would know how to fix it or heck, maybe she could figure it out all by herself. She was a genius after all.

Then her attention was diverted away from the armored suits by a blinking red light in the middle of a console near by. She cocked her head as she slowly approached it. Blink. Blink blink. Blink. Blink blink. As far as she knew, nobody ever came in here. Not anymore. Not for years so what exactly was going on with this light. "Huh. I wonder what that does. Friday, what does that do?"

"I am unauthorized to discuss its specifics without the password, Miss Stark."

Morgan furrowed her brows. "Why?"

"I am unauthorized to discuss its specifics without the password, Miss Stark."

Morgan's index finger hovered above the button, trying to see if that would make Friday spill. "Am I going to blow something up if I press this button?"

"I am unauthorized to discuss..."

Morgan threw her hands up in the air in surrender. "Okay, okay, okay. I get it. You can't tell me."

Well, if Friday wouldn't tell her, it wouldn't hurt to push it and find out...right? It's not like her dad had nuclear missiles at his disposal that would launch simply by the press of a button, did he? No, he didn't. Well, she was pretty sure he didn't. So what in the world did that button do? It was in on a computer counsel. It couldn't be that dangerous to push it. Maybe it just turned the computer on. Honestly, what's the worst thing that could happen?

In the end her curiosity won out. She crossed her fingers with her left hand, hoped for the best and pressed the button with her right index finger. At first nothing happened and she was about to forget all about the stupid button when the entire room lit up so brightly she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut. And the sound that filled the air, the high-pitched shrieking sound forced her to press her hands to her ears in an effort to save her hearing as she went down to her knees. Oh shit. Shit shit. What did she do? What did she do? She was so dead. Why hadn't she listened to her mother and stayed the hell out of the workshop? This was all her fault.

Just before she was sure the light was going to sear through her eyelids and the sound would burst her eardrums, the power surged, knocking the lights out and casting her in complete darkness. Ears ringing and white spots dancing in front of her eyes, she stood back up, trying to feel her way around without knocking into anything important. Oh shit. What had she broken? Her mother was going to kill her. She was a dead woman. Just as she stumbled into her dad's favorite couch, the one that her mother tried to get rid of a million times over, the lights came back on. On the giant screen in front of her flashed the words Upload Complete. She gnawed on her bottom lip. Uh oh. What did she do? What did that mean? Maybe she could fain innocence. Maybe Friday would cover for her. Maybe...

"Hey, Morgie. Wow, when did you get so big?"

Morgan froze as the familiar voice washed over her, eyes widening as her brain worked to process what she was hearing. No. It just wasn't possible. It couldn't be, the logical part of her brain was screaming her. But she knew that voice. She knew it. She listened to it every night before she went to bed. It was the voice that belonged to the person she missed most in the entire world. It was the voice that belonged to her dad, the man who sacrificed himself to save everyone else. Tony Stark.

"It took you awhile to find me, didn't it? Don't worry. That's my fault. How long was I out? I'm guessing awhile. Either I got shorter or you got taller. Well, I guess since I technically don't have a physical body, I am shorter."

And when that familiar infectious laughter reached her ears, the tears blurring her eyes spilled over, rolling down her cheeks. Materializing out of nowhere directly in front of her came a realistic projection of her father. Her dead father. Everything about him was exactly the way she remembered. His big brown eyes. His signature facial hair. His smile, complete with laugh lines. He grinned at her, showing all white teeth. "Hey peanut, you look a little pale. Why don't you sit down?"

Morgan didn't realize how shaky her knees were until he pointed it out. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the couch, never once removing her eyes from her father, afraid if she blinked, he would disappear. "Dad?" Her question was barely decipherable over the larger than life sobs that racked her slender frame. How was this possible? Was he really here? He couldn't actually be here...

His dark eyes softened as he walked toward her. He reached out a hand as if he was going to touch her shoulder but pulled back at the last moment, likely realizing he couldn't touch her anyway and it would be pointless. "Come on, Morg. Don't cry. You know I hate it when you cry."

"But-but you died. You-you were dead. I went to your funeral."

He flinched, clenching his teeth. "That sounds terrible. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. I did die yes. My body died but before my brain completely shutdown, Friday managed to upload my consciousness into cyberspace and store it. I assume you were the one who uploaded it?"

Morgan shook her head in disbelief, brushing away the stray curls that fell into her eyes. "That's impossible. This is impossible." But even as she said the words she knew he was telling the truth. Her heart soared. This was him. The real him. After all of this time, her dad had come home. He was here with her.

When he smiled at her, she couldn't help but smile back. "Come on, Morgie. I'm Tony Stark. I figured out time travel. Do you really think anything is impossible for me?"

Okay. That was true. Her dad was pretty amazing. And that was an understatement. "No. I guess not." Morgan focused on calming herself down so he could understand her. "I can't believe you are here. Really here. I-I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, honey. How old are you now?"

Morgan wiped her nose on her shirt. "Sixteen." At the moment she didn't feel sixteen.

His eyes sparkled. "Wow. Almost all grownup. You have a license now huh? Bet you drive just like your old man. Did you inherit the infamous Stark lead foot?"

That made Morgan snort a laugh as she recalled the first time she was behind the wheel, the terrified look in her mother's eyes as she begged her to slow down. "Yeah, I've made mom squeal a few times."

He laughed, nose crinkling up in the familiar way it always did. "Now that I can believe. Speaking of your mother, where is she?"

The grin on her face quickly faded as the gravity of the situation slammed into her full force. Oh shit. Date. She was on a date. Her third date to be precise and she had told Morgan not to wait up. She knew what that meant. Oh God. If anything happened between her and her date when her husband was alive (well, sort of alive) she would never forgive herself. She had to stop it. "Hold on a second. I gotta make a call." She reached into the back pocket of her faded blue jeans and whipped out her phone. Heart beating loudly in her ears she called her once. Twice. It went directly to voicemail both times. That meant she had her phone off. It could be too late. All of her tears dried up. Morgan was on her feet in a beat, her phone dropping from her hand. "Shit!"

Her father's eyebrows creased as he stared at her. "Who were you calling just then?"

Instead of answering, Morgan hurried by him. She didn't have time. There was no time. "I gotta go." She didn't bother closing the door or shutting off the lights to the workshop. She hurried through the kitchen, only stopping when her dad reappeared directly in front of her. "Where are you going?"

It was her turn to squeal in fear as she stumbled back into the counter, jabbing her tailbone in the process. She was on the verge of blurting out the truth to him because she never lied to her father but then realized it would hurt him. Sure, after his death he wouldn't have expected her to cling to his memory and never move on but now that he was here and real, she knew he would not process the information well. And neither would her mother. "The-the store! Yeah! The store. We are out of bread."

That earned her a single eyebrow lift. "Morgan, there is bread right there."

Her eyes followed to where his finger was now pointing. Sure enough, there was a loaf of bread on the counter almost smack dab in front of her face. She smacked herself in the forehead as she began to scan the room. "Did I say bread? I didn't mean bread! I meant..." Come on, Morgan. You are a genius. You can do this. Think of something. Anything else. Something out of sight where dad can't see it. She snapped her fingers. "Milk! Yep. That's what I meant. Milk. Not bread. Why would I need bread when there is a perfectly good loaf right there. But the milk spoiled so I better go because the stores are closing soon, and I've been craving a bowl of cereal all day so I'll catch up with you later." Thinking she had pulled it off, she scurried past her dad to the front door only to be stopped by her father's booming voice coming from behind.

"Morgan H. Stark."

Still clutching the door knob in her shaking hand, she found herself turning back to face him without even realizing it. From the expression on his face, he wasn't buying it. He knew. He knew she was lying to him. Even being caught in her lie, she found she couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. It would break his heart. She knew that for a fact. She knew how much he loved her mother. There was no one else in the world for him. Only her. He had told her that a hundred times over and wished that she found the same kind of love one day. "I'm just going to the store, dad."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "It's your mother isn't it?"

Bingo. Morgan caught her bottom lip in her teeth and bit down hard enough to draw blood but she didn't feel pain. Not when she saw the hurt expression reflected on his face. It was enough to break her down. "Dad, let me go. Please. I'll explain when I get back. I promise but I gotta go now."

He must have realized there was no real way for him to stop her because then he pulled out his biggest trick of all time. The dreaded puppy dog eyes. He had never focused them on her before. She had watched them work their magic on her mom but never on her and now looking at him the way he was looking at her, she wanted to die on the spot. She wanted to tell him everything and explain that they didn't know he was still here. They thought he was gone. He died! Otherwise she never would have tried to move on. Never because Tony Stark and Pepper Potts-Stark were soulmates. They were meant to be together forever.

It was hard but she stopped herself. She ran a hand down over her face, willing herself to stay strong. He was good. Really really good. Not as good as her but pretty damn close. "God, now I know how mom feels when I do that to her. Stop pouting, dad. I'll be right back." Not waiting for him to offer a reply, she raced out the door and down the front steps.

Car. She would have to take the car. A fast car. One of her dad's old cars. No. That wouldn't be fast enough. Her mother had already been gone for a few hours and it was getting late. They may already be at the hotel. She needed something faster. Her eyes lit up as the perfect solution presented itself. She froze at the bottom of the front steps. The suit. As quickly as she could, she raced back inside toward the workshop.