My name is Morgan, Morgan Stark. Now I know what you are thinking, you're Iron Mans daughter that amazing! It's not as glamorous as it seems. Every day I am faced with the feeling of loss, no one seems to understand. I miss my father so much; I never really had the chance to get to know him…or say goodbye.

So, this is me, one of the smartest kids in school also one of the most popular…but only for who my father was.

I can't tell anyone how I feel, not even my mother. Not that she would listen anyway. She's always too busy running Stark Industries. Well this is me…

The school bell rang, Morgan sat down in her seat in the back of the classroom. Science class was too easier for her, though no one would know. She kept her intelligence hidden from the world; she had no desire to be treated differently simply because she was smarter than everyone else. She sighed opening up her textbook, she was already treated differently. Everyone around her treated her like she was something special all because of who her father was.

"Good Morning class."

Morgan looked up as the teacher walked in, Mr. Litner. The most boring, monotoned teacher in the whole school.

"Today we are going to be studying monopoles…"

Morgan stared to the front of the room, though she was no longer listening. Mr. Litner had a way of losing your attention before he even started speaking. The clock ticked by slowly as Morgan walked the halls from class to class, lesson to lesson. Her backpack filling with homework, she didn't mind. She actually looked forward to her homework at the end of the day. It kept her mind busy.

"Morgan!"

Morgan groaned and slowly turned,

"What is it Trevor?"

Trevor grinned as he walked over to her,

"Just wanted to wish you luck with tomorrow chem exam, heard its going to be a tough one."

Morgan growled,

"Just leave me alone Trevor Hammer!"

Trevor crossed his arms, laughing as he walked away. Trevor, like his father, was a bully. He targeted Morgan. Trevor's father had been imprisoned for years, only being released 17 years ago, though released he was on strict prohibition. The Hammers blamed the Starks for their life, Morgan had learned to ignore Trevor's comments, though he irritated her to no end.

Morgan sighed as the end of the school day was coming, though not fast enough. Though she owned a car and a driver's license Morgan had still opted to take the bus. She had enough attention thrown on her as it was, the last thing she wanted to do was bring her car to school. She was grateful to be a senior, only a few more months and she was done with high school forever. She could have completed high school four years ago, but her mother had made her stick it out like the other kids, much to her dismay.

After the school bus dropped her off at home that evening Morgan made a beeline for her workshop. A little garage just outside her house. She threw her backpack on the ratted sofa she had found alongside the road. She quickly bolted the door closed. She sighed as she made her way over to her work bench. Her mom never came in here, then again, she was never home. She was always at the office, seemed to be that way since…well…Morgan shook her head clearing her thoughts as she clapped her hands,

"Look alive Jericho, time to get to work."

The garage lite up as the computer systems whirred to life.

"How was school?"

The computer asked her, his voice silently tinged with a Russian accent. Morgan smiled,

"Boring as always."

Morgan sat in her chair, typing away.

"Jericho where did we leave off?

"Our algorithms are still running, I haven't been able to crack the encryption."

Morgan sighed,

"Dad must have really wanted to keep this a secret."

She murmured.

The sound of a car pulling up broke her out of her concentration.

Is that mom?"

"It is, indeed, home early it would seem."

Morgan scoffed,

"She'll probably just spend the night tucked away in her office…like always."

A knock came to her door.

"Morgan?"

Morgan threw her head back in annoyance, why now? She never came here.

"Jericho bring up the outside camera."

Pepper stood outside the door, she would often find Morgan locked away in her workshop. She had to smile,

"So much like Tony."

She whispered as a computer screen popped off the side of the wall.

"What is it mom, I'm kind of busy in here."

Pepper shook her head,

"Well take a break, we are going out to dinner today. The company landed a huge deal today and we are going to celebrate."

Morgan's heart dropped; she was so close to breaking into all of her fathers files. Files that had been locked since his death.

"Ok…um…I'll be right out."

Pepper blinked at the flat tone of Morgan's voice as the screen went black and faded back into the wall. The door made a noise as it unlocked from the other side.

"Jericho, keep running those algorithms and alert me immediately should you get through. It's taken years of work, but I think we are finally at the edge. "

"Certainly, enjoy your dinner."

Pepper sipped her wine, she looked at Morgan as she picked at her spaghetti. She checked her phone every five minutes.

"Morgan, can you put the phone down for one meal?"

Morgan didn't look at her, she just shrugged.

"Just waiting for something."

Pepper sighed,

"How was school?"

She tried to lighten the mood.

Morgan simply shrugged again,

"Boring."

Morgan looked up from her plate,

"Mom…I'm gonna be 18 in a few months. I was wondering if…for my birthday. I could…"

She stopped looking up hopefully at her mother. Peppers face had hardened.

"I tell you the same thing every year."

Morgan leaned back in her chair throwing her hands up.

"Why not? No one has been down there since he died!"

Pepper felt her words cut through her heart, she could never bring herself to speak much of Tony, let alone unlock his work area downstairs in the log cabin home. Tony had spent so many hours down there, tinkering and building. His suits…his suits… Pepper breathed in quickly to keep her composure.

"There is nothing down there for you, I don't want you following the same path as your father."

Pepper lowered her voice as Morgan's rose.

"Dad wouldn't want this! I've tried to break in, countless times even Jericho can't break in!

Pepper glared at her, she had known about Morgan's attempts to break in. Though this was the first she was hearing of any Jericho.

"Jericho? Who is Jericho"

Morgan's shoulders heaved in anger, she nodded.

"Yes Jericho. My Artificial Intelligence."

Pepper shook her head; she shouldn't be surprised Morgan had managed to build an AI.

"When did you build that?"

Morgan crossed her arms, she had spurred out her words before thinking.

"Why would you care, you never cared before! Now all of sudden you want to care! You come home everyday and hide in your office. Half of the time I end up eating alone, unless Uncle Happy is there!

Pepper saw the tears behind Morgan's eyes that threaten to fall, guilt gripped her.

"Morgan…"

Her tone had softened, though too late as Morgan jumped up and ran out of the restaurant. Morgan ran down the small-town street, her hands pumping at her sides.

"Jericho!"

She called into her earpiece,

"Send Phoenix."

A few moments later the streets echoed and rumbled as a navy-blue Lamborghini roared onto the street. Its tires squealing as it came to stop next to Morgan. She jumped into the driver's seat; the car's tires spun sending up smoke as she sped away.

Mascara streaked down her face,

"Now more than ever Jericho we need to crack those files, Phoenix…take me to Uncle Steve's."

Morgan watched and rewatched videos of her father, videos made especially for her. Every year on her birthday she would receive a new video. Each one her father speaking to her, a hologram. Morgan had often watched them in the seclusion of her work area, reaching out to touch the hologram only to have her hand phase through it.

Phoenix began to slow,

"We have arrived."

She spoke, pulling into a long driveway leading up into the woods. Morgan looked around; the tall trees loomed overhead as the night sky began to fill with stars. The house up ahead, resembled something out of the 1940s movies she had seen. Morgan often came to visit Captain Steve Rogers; he would tell her stories about her father. Morgan stepped out of the car, lightly tapping on the door.

"Morgan? What are you doing here so late?" Steve held the door open for her to walk in, Morgan kept her head low as she walked by him.

"I needed someone to talk to."

Morgan sat down on the sofa.

Steve smiled as he sat next to her, Morgan loved this house. It was full of old items from the 1900's and early 2000s. One of her favorite pictures sat next to the sofa, Aunt Peggy.

"I miss her."

Morgan whispered. Steve looked over at the smiling image of Peggy.

"She led a long full life."

Morgan smiled,

"Like my dad?"

Steve patted her leg as he stood back up,

"What brings you here this late, on a school night?"

Morgan sighed, for being over a hundred years old Captain Steve Rogers looked and acted 60.

"I had a fight with my Mom. You know downstairs where Dad used to work?"

Steve nodded solemnly, as Morgan continued.

"Its been locked since he died, Mom won't open it. Says I don't need to know what is down there. It's in the past."

Steve handed her a cup of steaming hot chocolate as he sat down next to her.

"Maybe she is right"

Morgan blew on the cup with a grunt,

"Dad wouldn't want that."

Steve smiled,

"I think your mom is just trying to protect you."

Morgan groaned,

"Over protect."

She murmured. Steve shook his head taking a sip of his hot chocolate, young kids hadn't changed in the decades that he had been alive.

"Tell me the Ultron story."

Morgan looked over, her eyes shining as Steve began to recount the tale.

Pepper paced the living room floor, had there been carpet she would have worn a hole in it. The clock began to chime with the late hour. Pepper sighed as she glanced to the hall where the door to the basement remained locked. She herself could not bring herself to open the door, to relive those days.

Was she wrong? Was it wrong to keep Morgan from her fathers most valued possessions? Pepper sighed sitting down she put her head in her hands.

"Tony, Tony, Tony"

She breathed, the sounds of crickets chirping outside signaled the arriving of spring. She could hear the wind rustling through the trees as their new buds had begun to grow. Spring was the world beginning a new.

Pepper looked behind her, reaching for the chain around her neck she pulled up the necklace she never took off. The chain held a locket, a heart shaped locket. Inside was a picture of Tony hold little Morgan the day she was born. Pepper closed her eyes tight pulling the locket close to her heart, a tear slipped down her face as she pushed herself off the sofa, making her way to the door.

She stopped in front of it, holding the locket tightly in her hand she stepped forward taking a deep breath she placed the locket on the keypad of the door.

"Access granted…"

Pepper caught her breath as the familiar sound of F.R.I.D.A.Y.S voice echoed out into the house. The door slowly creaked open, it squealed and whined. Pepper covered her ears till the door had finished opening. Slowly and carefully she made her way down the dim lighted steps. Her heart beating faster and faster with every step she took.