#morgan threads

morgan let out a laugh. “well, no, not yet, but i’m working on that,” though her tone was teasing, joking even, she wasn’t completely kidding of course. the suit she was working on was a nickel titanium alloy that was virtually indestructible. not that drysdale knew anything about her current, nearly complete project. it was her little secret for now that she’d only shared with stark and no one else. “hey, one thing i’ve been meaning to ask you this week since i started working here, super important, i... can’t believe i have forgotten this long...” she shook her head at herself before grinning, “what should i be calling you? because well.. since i’m doing this instead of going to class? i guess if you want to get technical, i’m not your student anymore, so... should i keep calling you mr. drysdale or hugh, or... i don’t know, do you prefer just... sir or boss even?”

morgan looked up from her suit and glanced over at her husband with a brow raised. “and you snore. like a fucking freight train. very obnoxious, mr. stark.” he didn’t, because morgan would have kicked him into the floor if he did. if ransom did snore, it wasn’t loud enough to wake her up and considering she did tend to be a light sleeper, she was inclined to believe that he probably didn’t. still, if he was going to tease her with blatant lies (because morgan did not drool in her sleep like their dogs, thank you very much), then she was going to give it right back. she turned back to the routine maintenance she was running on the suit as she went on. “even when you’re asleep you’re fucking obnoxious, why am i not surprised one bit by that?”

part of morgan had been... hesitant to move in with the starks at first because... what if it was weird considering he was her professor? sure, they’d been hanging out most evenings as she made headway with the suit, but.. this was different. however, it hadn’t been weird in the slightest. in fact... she’d found herself fitting right in almost immediately. it didn’t feel like she was some kind of ward... it felt like she was family. living in her workshop hadn’t exactly been the worst thing in the world, on the outside it looked worn down since the building was almost a hundred years old, but she had power, a couch and a roof over her head. it had been lonely though, even if she’d never admit it. here? it was easy to forget about her relationship with her father was hanging by a thread at best. for the first time... she felt like she belonged somewhere. she let out a laugh at tony’s promise. “you know? when you mentioned how you’d died once, that’s exactly how i imagined you going out. talking shit and laughing,” she shook her head. “well... i appreciate that. and well, you know... same, obviously.”

“first of all, i’m sorry, the what universe? the fuck are you talking about?” morgan let out a laugh, shaking her head at the god. loki had died before she’d even been born, but she’d heard stories. the good, the bad and some in between. she also knew that he was now married and had a kid with someone she’d thought of as an aunt once upon a time, so she wanted to meet him and... dear gods, he did not disappoint. he truly was interesting. “second, i’m sorry i’m not quite as full of annoyingly plucky optimism as my dad, your brother, and their buddies. if you wanted that, i could give you captain america’s home address as well as his work one and you could go bother him. just let me tag along or get it on camera because i’d love to see that old man get all bent out of shape.”

“that’s what happens when you become an old man i suppose” morgan couldn’t help but tease, smirking as she nudged at him playfully before going back to her tinkering. it had been awhile since she’d come down into the garage with everything going on, but finally she’d had time and motivation to give her car the tune up it desperately needed and wanted to get done before she went out of town with ransom. which reminded her. “also, hey, just wanted to let you know... i’ve got a date tonight. ransom mentioned a jet, so... i guess it’s going to be a night or two. i’m not sure where. i’ll text you when i do figure out where we’re going.”

morgan hadn’t planned on staying out late the night before, only taking a drive for a couple of hours and then heading back home. she certainly hadn’t planned on spending the night at ransom’s and yet... here she was, waking up in his bed. she glanced over to his side to see he was gone, but she heard movement downstairs, so she got up, stretching her limbs out as she wandered over to his closet, rummaging until she found a baby blue sweater, pulling it on and heading downstairs. she grinned when she saw him, heading over and hugging him tightly around the waist from behind. “morning handsome...” she purred, giving his shoulder a little, hugging him tighter for a moment and giving his shoulder a playful nibble before pulling back. “how about i make us some breakfast to go with that coffee? i don’t know about you, but since we kind of skipped the dinner part last night, i’m starving.”

morgan glanced around, nodding her head slowly as she considered that. “probably the smartest place... considering this is one of the few places in the house that doesn’t have floor to ceiling glass windows and the doors can deadbolt. most of the rest of the house would kind of be screwed.” their conversations weren’t always this random, but... at least for once they weren’t discussing the accidental marriage to a man her father didn’t particularly like. it was like nothing had changed. “if you’re worrying about a pending apocalyptic situation, you might want to get a fridge down here... start a stockpile of coffee and canned beans and shit, you know? then we’ll really be set.”

morgan frequently lost track of time whenever she came over to ransom’s. it wasn’t like she had some kind of curfew or anything of when she had to be back at the stark mansion, she was an adult after all. however... she knew she should probably at least show up at some point before her dad thought to send the national guard after her or something. he was certainly dramatic enough to do so. she at least wanted to try and get home before he started up security for the night because... she could override it long enough to get inside, it was just a pain in the ass. now... was almost that time and she’d succeeded in getting dressed and getting her things together when ransom suddenly grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and tugged her down, making her let out a squeak in surprise as she straddled his lap, facing him. she let out a breathy chuckle because... damn. “alright... alright honey,” she said, leaning in and pecking his lips, “just a little longer, then i gotta go...”