It was Toni’s's 18th birthday. By one counting anyway. By another, it was perhaps her 13th. By another counting, she was pushing 60. She was sitting on the roof of the Cho-Stark Tower, looking out over the Seoul skyline, trying -as she had for 13 years- to get her head together. The sun was setting on what had become a… contentious birthday party.

She turned her head as the roof access hatch opened. Morgan climbed onto the roof, breathless. “Do you know how many stairs there are in this place?” she gasped. “You can’t just keep taking my things every time you want to fly up here to sulk.”

“You take my clothes all the time,” Toni protested.

“Armor isn’t clothes!” Morgan retorted. She really needed to put better protection on her armors, though her sister had a knack for overriding anything she tried. She took a moment to catch her breath.

"That was really mean, what you said. Mom's really upset."

Toni squirmed. It had been true what she'd said - Pepper wasn't her real mom, but she still wished she hadn't said it.

Morgan sat next to her sister. "They're both worrying about you. Mind telling me what the argument was about?"

Toni opened her hand. It contained a small box with a vial of DNA serum inside. Pure liquid billionaire playboy in a tube.

“Oh,” Morgan said. “So… not the car you were hoping for?”

"They said I was old enough to decide whether to take it. They don't want me anymore," Toni sniffed.

Morgan rolled her eyes. Her little sister had become quite the drama queen since going through puberty three times, once the wrong way. “Are you kidding? Of course they want you. They love you. You’ve always been the favourite daughter.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “Actually, I didn’t know how to tell you this, but Pepper offered me the serum first.”

“R-really?”

“No, of course not really!” Morgan gasped. “You really are the dumbest genius in the world. As if I’d want to be old and gross!”

“Hey! That’s me you’re talking about!” Toni protested.

Morgan looked doubtful. “Is it though? We both know you made your mind up who you were years ago. You known how happy you'll make yourself, mom and mom if you just chuck it. So… what’s stopping you, little sis?” She frowned, then smiled in exasperation. “Oh. You were just waiting for an audience, weren’t you?”

“N-no,” Toni spluttered. “I was just… Uh… Okay, fine, I’m throwing it.”

Toni stretched her arm back and hurled it. The DNA vial tumbled down to the streets below.

“Happy?”

Toni smiled. “Yeah.”

“Good. Because that probably cost like a billion dollars to make. Let’s go get some cake. If we’re lucky, there might still be some cute boys left.”

The two sisters left.

Ninety floors down, on a fire escape, a flock of pigeons pecked at a pool of liquid oozing from a broken vial.