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billionairesTony has been on edge lately, almost comparable to the time he completely spiraled out and got their house in Malibu turned into a crater. He's thinking about that now, at midnight, sitting in the dark of his workshop beneath the farmhouse. It's nothing as extravagant or technologically advanced as before, but it gets the job done. He wasn't supposed to be fabricating suits here anyway, but the world never stops ending on him, does it? The only light is his arc reactor necklace hanging off the bench in front of him and bathing only the space immediately around his desk in that familiar blue light. He would never admit that it comforts him, not just in what it can do and what it represents, but just viscerally. This little device kept him alive for so long and now it's just an accessory.
It reflects off his face and eyes as he opens the video recorder on his computer, Dum-e flexing curiously behind him in the frame. Tony is too exhausted to tell him to go lay down somewhere else like the loyal dog he is. He scrubs at his face and deletes the last video before starting again, he has no way of knowing how many takes he's done though surely FRIDAY is keeping track even muted to keep from waking his girls.
"Hey, girly-girl," Tony greets the screen softly, unable to keep the smile from springing onto his face even if his daughter isn't actually here. It's morbid, maybe, but he remembers how he felt seeing his father on that video reel telling him for the first time he cared. He hopes that isn't how it goes down for her, but he really feels like he has no control over it at this point. "If you're watching this... well. Then your dad did something very stupid. Like epically this time and I didn't find a way to take it back. And for that I'm... so deeply sorry."
He has to pause here, it's always where he starts crying or gets too choked up to continue. As he starts his spiel over again for what seems like the millionth time, it doesn't make him any less emotional.
"But you'll always be my girl, Morgan. You'll carry me with you even when you wish you didn't." His laugh is watery and self-deprecating here. "My dad was a cold man, but I still carry him with me every day of my life. People always told me how much we were alike, much to my chagrin. Here's hoping you only get the best parts, and the rest is all your mom. So like, 20-80."
Tears are gathering in his eyes and he drops his head into his hand, not noticing Pepper creeping in behind him or he'd at least make a show of hiding what he's doing down here alone.
It reflects off his face and eyes as he opens the video recorder on his computer, Dum-e flexing curiously behind him in the frame. Tony is too exhausted to tell him to go lay down somewhere else like the loyal dog he is. He scrubs at his face and deletes the last video before starting again, he has no way of knowing how many takes he's done though surely FRIDAY is keeping track even muted to keep from waking his girls.
"Hey, girly-girl," Tony greets the screen softly, unable to keep the smile from springing onto his face even if his daughter isn't actually here. It's morbid, maybe, but he remembers how he felt seeing his father on that video reel telling him for the first time he cared. He hopes that isn't how it goes down for her, but he really feels like he has no control over it at this point. "If you're watching this... well. Then your dad did something very stupid. Like epically this time and I didn't find a way to take it back. And for that I'm... so deeply sorry."
He has to pause here, it's always where he starts crying or gets too choked up to continue. As he starts his spiel over again for what seems like the millionth time, it doesn't make him any less emotional.
"But you'll always be my girl, Morgan. You'll carry me with you even when you wish you didn't." His laugh is watery and self-deprecating here. "My dad was a cold man, but I still carry him with me every day of my life. People always told me how much we were alike, much to my chagrin. Here's hoping you only get the best parts, and the rest is all your mom. So like, 20-80."
Tears are gathering in his eyes and he drops his head into his hand, not noticing Pepper creeping in behind him or he'd at least make a show of hiding what he's doing down here alone.
