The next time Morgan checked, she was sitting in a chair, in her lab, in the Avenger House. She had been so depressed that she didn’t pay attention to what she was doing. Apparently, she had come here from her house and went straight to the only place where she finds peace: her lab. She was playing with a Rubik’s cube. All the colours were set, yet Morgan was fumbling with it. “I screwed up,” Morgan chided herself. She could have sat there blaming herself for anything and everything if Shuri had not come in. "Morgan? What are you doing?" Shuri asked. "What would you be doing if you would have been the cause of your mom being in a prison?" Morgan asked. "Morgan you are the life of the party, if you'd be sad, then the rest would become devastated. Can't you…like…cheer up?" Shuri said sitting down beside Morgan. Morgan looked at her; she was not at all disappointed. It felt like she knew that Morgan's plan would never work, but she played along. "Shuri, aren't you angry?" Morgan asked timidly. 
“Why?”
“Because I increased trouble.”
“You know what? We were getting bored. No new villains, no destroying villainous bases; so this new challenge is sort of good.”
“Really?” Morgan asked. Shuri nodded. Just then Friday’s voice cut through their conversation, “Everyone, please assemble in the training room.” ‘Great, get ready for some sarcasm, Morgan,’ Morgan thought as she walked down the hallways. 
By the time Morgan and Shuri reached there, everyone was already there. Carol told everyone to be on alert. Just then, a sudden idea hit Morgan. She asked Meg in a whisper, “Meg, do the creatures from that side have heat signatures?” “Yes,” Meg answered in a moment. An evil grin spread across Morgan’s face. She told Meg to make some arrangements. In a few minutes, after a signal from Meg, Morgan stood up. Many eyes stared at her. She walked across the room to Peter and asked him to follow her. This way, she could check whether they still believed her and execute her plan too. Peter shrugged and followed her outside. Morgan did not have the guts to turn around and check whether Peter is following or not. She stopped when she came to the balcony above her lab. She turned and found a very confused looking Peter staring at her. Morgan tried not to look too relieved. "So listen, these creatures have heat signatures. So if we put up thermal sensors with alarms near the portal, we won't have to stay up all night. After all, a good night's sleep is important," Morgan explained. As if on cue, the floor beside her opened up and a metallic box flew up into Morgan's hands. "You know, you could have told that in the training room when everybody was assembled," Peter said. "I have my reasons," Morgan said. "But you could have told Shuri or Wanda; why did you choose me over them?" Peter asked. "Gosh! You are such a pain, Parker!” Morgan said, getting irritated, “Just tell me, should I do this?” “Whoa, whoa! That’s too much to handle; you are asking for an opinion? And mine? Since when?" Peter asked, teasingly. But it hit Morgan. She rolled her eyes and let the box go. "See, I don’t seek opinion or permission,” Morgan said, pointing at the box, which was flying to its destination- The New York Tower. Then she walked back briskly into the house.
Everyone was having dinner. Morgan decided to skip dinner; she didn’t want any more eyes staring at her. ‘Wait, now I have started to dislike attention. Seriously, what’s wrong with me?’ Morgan thought. She was immersed in her thoughts when she turned around a corner, and she bumped into Peter. "Where are you going?" Peter asked her. "I don't have to answer you," Morgan said and walked away. For reaching her lab, she had to turn, but she didn't, she just went anywhere. When Morgan looked around, she figured that she was in the older part of the house. She remembered this area well. She walked through the dimly lit hallway and stopped in front of a door. There was a very old drawing; and with sloppy handwriting, it was written- ‘Morgan’s Room’. Morgan smiled and entered the room. The room was empty except for two cardboard boxes and dust bunnies. Morgan immediately recognised the two boxes; they were forgotten when Pepper was loading the other things. Morgan used to cry every now-and-then for these two boxes. Morgan opened the top box. It was filled with pictures, drawings, and refrigerator magnets. Morgan had spent hours making the drawings. There was a picture of her mom and dad. She had tried to re-create the picture, with crayons; it was framed just beside the picture. Pepper used to tell Morgan that she liked the crayon version more. Morgan leafed through her old drawing books. A smile slowly spread across Morgan’s face.
Morgan opened the second box. She found a diary, which on the cover read- “Property of H.Stark”. “Now that’s old,” Morgan murmured. She leafed through the pages and found the sketch of a ‘perfect’ city. She kept the diary down. The next one was also a diary, but this time the cover read- “Property of T.Stark”. The pages were blank, but Morgan knew what to do. She kept the diary aside. She rummaged through the box. She found papers which were crumpled-then-straightened, most of them had big, red letters on them which spelled-"FAIL". Morgan scanned through some of them and found the error straight away. She decided to re-do these projects when she got out of this mess. But then it hit her, she was the only one who could possibly clear up this mess. She kept all the projects back in the box and got up with a look of wild determination on her face- she had to bring her mom back.
She left the room with the two boxes in her hand and newfound confidence. Morgan kept the boxes in her room. She then went to have dinner, with everyone else. Because Morgan Stark wasn’t going down like that!
She entered the dining hall with her nose in the air, only to find Wanda and Peter eating ice-cream. “Morgan? Wanna have some?” Peter asked with his mouth full. That was enough to destroy Morgan’s good mood. “No thanks,” Morgan said, sitting on a chair across Wanda. She was eating Vanilla, which was, Morgan’s favourite. Morgan abruptly got up and asked, “Where’s is the ice-cream?” Wanda smiled and said, “I will get it.” She handed Morgan a bowl of Vanilla flavoured ice-cream. Then Wanda went away. Peter got up to leave, but Morgan said, “Stay.” “Why?” Peter asked. “I am scared of being all alone, especially at night,” Morgan answered. ‘Did I just admit my fear to the person I hate the most?’ Morgan thought in alarm. Peter sat back down. “Fine,” he said. Suddenly, the ice-cream stopped tasting good.

“What’s happening to me?” Morgan thought as she a