In a distant, ancient land in the East, there was a saying...
Learning to be good is hard; slipping into bad habits is easy.
Mr. Tony Stark understood that all too well, even though he had never heard the saying.
I fucking regret letting that brat Kraft stay!!!
The world-famous Iron Man clutched his head in agony as cheerful laughter and clattering noises drifted up from the yard below.
If it had only been Kraft playing pranks on him, that would have been fine. A little explaining would have gotten him through it, but...
My little princess! My little angel! My little sweetheart! My little gumdrop! Aaaaaah!
Those two little menaces, Kraft and Angela, have corrupted her! Aaaaaah!
Clutching his head in bitter regret, Mr. Stark let out a despairing wail.
His once perfectly well-behaved daughter had not only developed a taste for pranks under Kraft's influence, but had also started copying Angela, wearing a pirate bandanna all day and following the artificial intelligence who called herself Captain Red Queen around to cause trouble.
"Yo~ho~
haul together,
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho~
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
..."
The two little girls sang the song from Pirates of the Caribbean as they stood aboard a miniature pirate ship and floated past the window in front of Tony Stark. Once upon a time, Stark would certainly have been very interested in how the pirate ship could fly.
But now...
"My God!"
Stark rushed to the window with a shriek and shouted at his daughter, who was swinging back and forth from the mast, "Get down from there! It's dangerous! Morgan!!!"
But the little angel who used to tell him, "I love you three thousand," now turned a deaf ear to her old father's worries. Not only did she