Morgan Stark.
The 16-year-old daughter of deceased billionaire Anthony (Tony) Stark.
Born with the world in the palm of her hands, the daughter of Iron Man.
Earth-616
“Happy!” Her whining echoed through the glass hall, “Happy, I’ll be fine,” Morgan tried to coatz her babysitter for lack of better words, “It’s just a DC trip.” The summer before junior year was a promise to teenage girls, especially if you had money. “I’ll be with MJ and Peter for the majority of the trip.”
The key word in this sentence was “majority” . She was her father’s daughter in many ways, she could have eight hands to try and count the amount of times she was compared to her father and still not have enough. Especially from the last remaining members of the Avengers, but lying was a line she would never cross.
“My answer is final, Morgan,” the old security guard placed his foot down, albeit very softly. Happy Hogan was not a violent nor loud man. Happy Hogan was still as he was when his responsibility was “The Kid.” The name she learned to associate her brother Peter Parker with.
“What’s up, kid?” The Spider-man swung through the opened ceiling,
“My life is ruined,” she complained, “I’m not letting her go to Washington DC unsupervised.” Emphasis was placed on “unsupervised” like if the daughter of the famous genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist were to be sent to the capital of the country with nothing but credit cards and her wits the country would reach a new level of national security.
Morgan rolled her eyes heading for her father’s lap, clapping to make the lights turn on. F.R.I.D.A.Y clearing the desk of her previous examples of curiosity. The robotic voice sounded almost chipper at her disappointment,
“No, Ms. Stark?” it quizzed while Morgan knew fully well F.R.I.D.A.Y knew. Nothing came through in New York that the AI didn't know.
“No.” Morgan spat back out, and she swore that if the intelligence could it would smile at her the way an older sibling childs the younger one.
“Detecting disruption.” The switch of her companions' humanity turning off caused her heart to drop.
“What do you mean?” Morgan asked to distracted to notice the ugly orange sparks fly from the, what was supposed to be, radio silent, portal in the corner of the room. After the 3 Peter situation, Peter Parker did his best to turn off all the recreational dimensional portals.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y!”
“Danger!” the sparks began to spin fast around the wheel, “Unidentified human-” the rest of the AI’s speech began to slur around her, frozen in place she stared at the white circle opening, “Earth-555236,” the computer listed out numbers that made no sense. “James Rodgers,” the computer introduced the boy who collapsed out of the portal that closed behind him. “Son of Captain America and The Black Widow.”