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            It takes him three hours to crawl up to his knees and contact FRIDAY.

            His mind is a strangely quiet place for a man who’s just had his life collapse around him. But this- this isn’t new to him. His life falling apart; he had been betrayed by the man he saw as his second father, he had been sliced open like Frankenstein’s monster, he had been pushed around and tossed aside. So, he does what he always does. He gets up. He doesn’t let himself die here, even though he wants to, wants to just end the pain so bad.

            Instead, he claws his way out of his dead suit with the fucking shield still imbedded into the chest plate and gets to work. It takes him less than fifteen minutes to have a working radio using parts of his helmet and crappy HYDRA technology left behind.

            He needs to call FRIDAY, because his little AI was already down a big brother and fuck it still hurt to think about JARVIS and what he would think of this mess, and he knew she would be ripping apart her code trying to find him.

            He punches in the number to the tower and waits. FRIDAY answers.

            “Boss?” he smiles at that lilting Irish tone, “Boss is that you? Please be you.”

            “Hey baby girl,” his voice sounds like gravel, “Send my coordinates to the good doctor won’t you? And… connect me to Cheshire Cat.”

            The relief in her tone is palpable. “Already done Boss, calling her now.”

            Tony sighs and leans back. There was a fair chance she wouldn’t answer… especially after everything he said and did. Why did he always screw things up?

            I am Iron Man…

            He’s eyes snapped open soon enough to see a mist take the shape of his baby holding her phone that continued to play Black Sabbath.

            “Charles told me you needed help,” she said, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “Couldn’t tell me exactly where you were other than Siberia… oh Father… what have they done?”

            “I… got angry-”

            “NO!  No making any more excuses for them Father, I will not tolerate it, this… this is unacceptable, this…” she dropped to her knees and caressed his battered face. “This is worse than fucking Afghanistan!”

            “No, it’s…” he froze because… it was, wasn’t it? Yeah, he lost a good portion of his sternum from the explosion not to mention the water boarding to get him to obey, after that? When he finally got home? He had some cuts from the suit and burns from the sun and a dislocated shoulder from impact. Now, he could feel what was left of his sternum was fractured, a few broken ribs, and a broken arm; his body was probably bruised black and blue at this point, not to mention the hyperthermia and frostbite that was threatening to make an appearance. His boyfriend beat him down worse than a group of terrorists who were actually paid to kill him ever did.

            “I’m sorry…” he cried. He pushed her away because he didn’t want her involved in the Avengers… because he didn’t trust all of them and that should have been a fucking clue!

            “We’ll fix this…” she whispered, gently kissing his temple. Silently plotting the demise of everyone responsible. “You’ll get better just like you always do, and we’ll fix this.”

            A circle of gold appeared in the middle of the room and Tony desperately tried to hold on to her hand before it evaporated into thin air just before the Sorcerer Supreme stepped into the banker followed by a medical team. No, no she didn’t need to hide anymore; he didn’t want her to have to hide anymore...

            “Tony?” Stephen asked delicately watching him try not to breakdown. He shouldn’t have left Stark to deal with the Accords, but it wasn’t his responsibility… but then again that kind of thinking was why the Accords were being considered wasn’t it?

            “I’m tired,” he said simply. “I’m just… so tired, Stephen.” Of not being a good enough father, of not being a good enough boyfriend… of not being good enough.

            “Then rest, you’re safe now Tony.”

**TS**

            Arriving at the compound Rhodey, Pepper, and Vision were treated to the sight of their friend and creator lying completely still in a hospital bed, beaten almost to death. Pepper burst into tears, Rhodey blamed himself, he should have been at his side, how many times had Tony gotten hurt after he left him now? Vision felt nothing but guilt; if he hadn’t let himself be swayed by Wanda…

            Vision had sent a message to Loki who had been staying at the tower after some fight with Rogers and Maximoff, though only Tony really knew what it was about and he refused to say anything and had been kept from the fight after Lagos because many were wary of magic users and unlike someone else, he knew when to lay low. Loki swore vengeance on every single one of the Ex-Avengers should the only man – besides his brother – who stood by him when it became known he wasn’t acting by his own free will, should pass. After getting a hold of himself, he traveled to retrieve Thor from Asgard. An impressive lightning storm over the compound was their only warning before the two gods burst through the door with a very agitated Bruce who had left the planet not being able to stand to be near Wanda or Natasha.

            “What happened?!” Bruce demanded.

            “Rogers is what happened,” Strange told him. “we recovered Tony’s suit… with that damn shield embedded into the Arc Reactor!”

            “That… That bastard!” Pepper sobbed, grasping the hand that wasn’t wrapped up. “He knew… he was there when Tony had his surgery… he knew how weak his chest would be!”

            “He also knew how much Tony hated being compared to Howard,” Rhodes sneered. “Didn’t stop him from doing it.”

            There was also that time Tony actually tried opening up about his childhood, and Rogers had the audacity to tell him to stop because “that kind of stuff stays behind closed doors” and to stop trying to tarnish a dead man’s name. And he wondered why Tony always kept things to himself? Moron. Wait…

            “Has anyone heard from Alice?”

            “I have to call her!” Pepper exclaimed, reaching for her phone. “Oh god I didn’t even think…”

This girl is on fire!

            Everyone turned towards a mist that danced around before taking the form of a young blonde woman who was… bending backwards with her head in between her legs staring at them sheepishly.

            “So…” she straightened herself out and focused on Pepper. “In my defense, that was hilarious the first time…”

            “Were you here this whole time?!”

            “Yes?” she got an armful of Pepper and it took her longer than it probably should have to remember you’re supposed to hug someone back. “I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to show myself but Uncle Rhodey kind of took care of that.”

            “So…” Loki stared at her in interest. “You are Alice… Tony spoke fondly of you.”

            “Doubtful. We haven’t spoken for… about a year now? We had a big fight and neither of us were willing to be the adult and apologize.”

            “Wait… Alice- Alice is a person?” Strange stuttered. “I thought she was another one of Tony’s AI children!”

            “I… second that,” Bruce mumbled embarrassed, he remembered hearing the name during that so-called therapy session, but he was so tired he honestly couldn’t understand half of what Tony was saying.

            “… I’m going to take that as a compliment because Father loves his AI’s,” or at least he wasn’t ashamed to show them off.

            “I… admit I do not know who you are…” Vision spoke sadly. Perhaps if he had spent more time with Tony and not with Wanda, he would have trusted him with such knowledge.

            “You sound like JARVIS,” Alice pointed accusingly. “Why do you sound like my big brother? Better yet, what the hell is going on because I was ready for another Mandarin attack and all I’ve been able to find is shit about the Avengers going through a divorce? Who the hell is running the media nowadays, Tumblr edge lords?”

            And so they told her everything, starting from Ultron “Wait, Father wasn’t the only one responsible for that, why is he the only one being punished?!” to Wanda destroying a part of Nigeria which brought the Sokovia Accords and the Civil War that resulted.

            “So let me get this straight… this Scarlet Bitch, who insults a good friend of mine by sharing a name, voluntarily worked for HYDRA because she hated Father, somehow gets pardoned and then blows up a building overseas, then has the kurat to complain when she is kept secured away from people shouting ‘burn the witch’ and then,” her eyes narrowed into slits. “The so-called Captain America decides to say fuck you to… how many countries?”

            “One hundred and seventeen,” Rhodey answered her.

            “One hundred and fucking seventeen, all because his bestie from the forties was framed but instead of working with Father and clearing his name, he decides to destroy a fucking airport?! And yet Father is the bad guy?!”

            “Business as usual, really,” Pepper sneers at the picture of Captain America. This man… broke her Tony, she gave up on a relationship with him because she could tell how much he wanted Steve and she thought Steve felt the same way… guess when the ex calls all bets are off.

**TS**

            Unfortunately, within a week the media began theorizing why exactly Iron Man was MIA. Ross had been feeding the rumors of Tony Stark turning against the United States and joining the fugitive Avengers.

            “Politics disgust me,” Alice spat, watching Ross hold a press conference that was nothing but lies.

            “Someone needs to do something,” Pepper remarked, staring at her pointedly.

            “You’re Father’s CEO.”

            “Yes, but this isn’t about Stark Industries, this is about Tony Stark, and you are his daughter, and his power of attorney.”

            “Why?” she asked and added. “When? We haven’t spoken since… shit just before Ultron.” Has it really been that long?

            “Because he trusts you,” Pepper told her as if it was obvious.

            “A horrible decision, really.”

            “Don’t be like that, you know your father loves you… and right now he needs you, everyone is expecting me or Rhodey, but you’re new, they don’t know what buttons to push to get what they want from you.”

            Alice sighed; Pepper was right. Everyone was expecting what they were already used to, ever since Afghanistan it was always Tony talking to the public, and if he wasn’t around it was Pepper or Rhodes. Ross no doubt already had several scripts ready to tear into the both of them.

            “I need to put some things in order first,” and without another word she turned to mist.

            Charles Xavier did not deserve her as a student or an on/off resident, she was immature at the worst of times and too serious at the best, and she had a hard time letting people in, but there was a chance she wouldn’t be able to come back to the Institute anytime soon, and she wanted to give her goodbyes before all the shit hit all the fans.

            “You’ll always be welcomed here, Alice,” he assured her. “Take care of your father, I’ll try and keep everyone from storming the castle.”

            Of course, they both knew nothing would stop Wade, not even Erik’s threats of turning him into shish kebab with his own katana’s.

            After leaving the institute, she had FRIDAY help her dig everything her father had on Thaddeus Ross, and wow, he had the nerve to preach about public safety? She wondered if contacting Betty Ross would be a good idea, or excuse her, Betty Samson. Apparently, she took her fiancé’s name before the wedding just to distance herself from her father.

**TS**

            There’s a group of women who think we don’t know they are disguised as the guards. ‘Russian whores’ Mother would sneer if she wasn’t above it. Grandfather wants me to handle it, I must be quick, before they have a chance to steal any secrets. Being a child doesn’t help because they started as children too.

            They fight like it’s a dance, and once I memorize the moves, they are no match. There’s one who doesn’t look much older than me, who doesn’t have the experience the others did, who begs me for mercy because she doesn’t want to die. I hesitate and she stabs me and runs, and I am left to face my Grandfather’s wrath.

            “Compassion is a weakness your enemies will not share,” he tells me after he is finally done punishing me.

            When more of the women come to offer an alliance, the same girl is with them and apologizes, when Grandfather gives the signal; I save her for last, her pleas falling on deaf ears, I won’t hesitate again.

**TS**

            “Alice?” she startles awake and comes face to face with her mentor, who looks as though he might be ill. No doubt he caught a glimpse of her dream.

            “Professor? When did you get here?” was she crying? Why was her face wet?

            “A few moments ago, I wanted to see Tony’s condition myself, and some of your friends wanted to lend their support.”

            “… Please tell me Wade isn’t here making a mess.”

            “If it’s any consolation, Cable is keeping him mostly in line.” And the former mercenary was capable of behaving himself, especially during times like this.

            “A package has just arrived for Boss, Sister,” FRIDAY informed her. “I’ve had it put in his lab.”

            “Go on,” Charles encouraged when he noticed she was hesitant to leave his side. “I’ll make sure he keeps breathing.”

**TS**

            Alice was frozen in place. Her father’s package was essentially Pandora’s Box. Even without a signature she could tell it was from Steve Rogers, inside was just a letter and a flip-phone Where the hell can you even get a flip-phone anymore? But against her better judgment she read it and before she even got halfway before red clouded her vision. This… was this supposed to be an apology? This… piece of passive aggressive, patronizing, Jabberwocky shit, was the beloved Captain America’s apology?!

            Oh yeah I’m totally sorry even though you are clearly in the wrong and here’s an ancient piece of shit phone that took more effort to find then just sending a burner phone from this century, call me when you want to admit you were wrong!

            Alice wanted to destroy it all, but decided to give her father that honor; instead she quickly tracked the only number saved – presumably Steve’s number – and got a hit. Wakanda… Wakanda, why the fuck are you in Wakanda? Should she tell Everett his best friend was hiding fugitives? And if the Captain was there, and the others probably were too; Natasha who had betrayed him three times – though she wouldn’t remember the second thanks to Charles, did she not know how incredible it was for her father to trust her again?! – Clint who abandoned his own family for something that didn’t even have anything to do with him, Sam who was a piss poor excuse for a counselor considering he couldn’t see her father’s obvious PTSD – the very thing he was supposed to be good helping vets with – Scott was merely a fan boy dragged into this mess, and Wanda… the bitch who filled his head with nightmares; who throw Vision through twenty floors because she wasn’t getting her way… she was nothing but an insult to Erik’s daughter.

            She marched back upstairs intent on grabbing her swords and fighting Wade, maybe if she asked nicely he’d wear one of the star spangled suits that got left behind so she could fantasize about killing a certain super soldier. However she quickly noticed everyone was preoccupied watching the news and… oh god no.

            Someone, somehow got a hold of a video of Howard and Maria Stark being murdered by the Winter Soldier, not only that, but they combined it with a video of Tony Stark watching the same video in that damned Siberian bunker.

            Everyone on the planet watched as Tony learned the truth of his parents’ murder. They watched as he questioned Steve if he knew about his best friend snapping Maria’s neck. They watched as Steve Rogers denied it but looked away. They watched as Tony called him a liar. They watched as Tony attacked James Barnes in anger. They watched as both Captain and Soldier beat Iron Man into the ground. They watched when Iron Man blasted off the Soldiers’ arm. They watched as the Captain took his shield and beat Iron Man until he couldn’t move.

            They watched as the Captain left the shield before leaving with the Soldier.

            Silence, then.

            Bruce ran outside, the Hulk’s screams vibrating throughout the walls. Pepper’s phone practically exploded with calls and texts that she was in too much shock to even think about answering.

             “I’ll fucking kill them all!” Alice screeched.

            “Myshka,” Piotr immediately tried to stop her as she unsheathed her katana. “Please, be reasonable…”

            “Why the fuck do I need to be reasonable?!” she demanded pointing her sword towards a glass wall with holographic pictures of the wanted Avengers. “They weren’t reasonable! They used Father’s resources; his money, his food, his free time – I haven’t spoken to him in over a year because of them! And you know what? I might never be able to speak to him again because he might never wake up! All because of them!”

            “I understand you are angry,” he grasped her shoulders, “but you are better than them-”

            “Debatable.”

            “You are better than them!” Erik was suddenly at her side, he didn’t try to take her sword yet, he hoped that he could channel some of Charles and use words instead of force. “You are loyal, you are considerate of everyone around you even when you ‘troll’ as Peter calls it.”

            “And you are compassionate,” Charles added, giving her a pointed look that proved he did in fact see her dream, and worst was probably going to insist on words later, maybe even a therapy session or two. “And that is a strength, the Rogue Avengers do not have.”

            Alice whole body shook; they could see the rage in her eyes, how much she wanted to end those who hurt her father. She closed her eyes and after a moment quietly asked Piotr to let her go, he hesitated but removed his hands and she immediately dropped to her knees; holding her sword as if praying with it. Everyone stared awkwardly and nervously as she took several deep breaths.

            “What is she doing?” Vision whispered, not wanting to disturb… whatever this was.

            Open your mind… her grandfathers words echoed from her memory. Let the world course through you… can you hear it? Can you feel it?

            Much like her physical body, she could send her senses elsewhere, anywhere no matter how secure. The whole world flowed through her like water, until she found what she was looking for.

            “You sure about this?”

            “I can't trust my own mind. So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head... I think going back under is the best thing. For everybody.”

            “… Fucking Stark, couldn’t let go of his big ass ego for once…”

            “He’s a monster!”

            Monster? A man who helped rebuilt the homes destroyed by the Ten Rings was a monster? A man who helped clean up New York after an alien invasion, and it didn’t escape her that none of the others – Thor needing to take Loki home and Bruce scared of being seen in public didn’t count – had all but disappeared afterwards, was a monster?

            Suddenly Alice started to cackle. Oh, she’ll show them a real monster…

            “I have decided… I’m not going to kill them,” she smiled evilly, her blue eyes glowing and catlike. “I’m going to destroy them without spilling a single drop of their blood. I will show the world exactly what kind of incompetent idiots they are, I will help those they harmed, fix what they broke, all while they hide in their safe little holes. And when they finally come out? It will be the people they claimed to protect who will tear them apart, piece by piece.”

**TS**

            Right after the videos were aired, flowers began to cover the steps of Stark Tower; old politicians talked about how Howard Stark was a true American hero, and suddenly everyone’s grandmother seemed to have a story about dear Maria and her generosity. Within twenty-four hours those who vilified Tony Stark hung their heads in shame.

            Pepper had given the public a whole day before announcing a press conference. Alice had been dragged away by the redhead the moment the date was official for a suit. And on the big day she stood in front of the podium head held high in a form-fitting black suit, her blonde hair styled for once and she even let Wade paint her nails hot rod red to match her blouse.

            Pepper and Rhodey stood at her side, Piotr stood just a little behind her in the literal flesh – no metal – wearing a suit of his own and wow even in his normal size it must have been a bitch to find. She knew Nathan was watching from somewhere on the upper floors and she spotted Wade sitting amongst the reporters disguised as… Tobey Maguire? And the remaining Avengers were in civilian clothes and sat off to the side, not taking center attention but offering silent support for their injured teammate.

            On the other side of the world, the Rogue Avengers were sitting around the TV in the common room given to them by T’Chaka.

            “Who’s this?” Sam asked, looking up from his book.

            “Probably one of Stark’s lawyers, asshole can’t even apologize by himself,” Clint sneered, twirling an arrow between his fingers.

            Steve frowned, staring at the young blonde on stage in what he recognized as a room in the tower specifically for conferences. Tony shouldn’t be making other people clean up his messes, it was unbecoming of a hero, he’ll be sure to talk to him when they get back... and also have this woman sent somewhere else for work, last thing Tony needed was temptation.

            “With the exception of Miss. Potts and Colonel Rhodes, none of you know who I am,” she started. “But by the way things are looking you will know my face and my name as well as you do my father. I am Alice Stark.”

            “Stark doesn’t have a daughter,” Natasha said automatically, unable to process how she could have missed something so big.

            “Apparently he does, because we’re staring at her,” Sam stated, not taking his eyes off the screen.

            Steve was speechless and hurt. Every single time he brought up children Tony shut it down claiming he would be a horrible father, yet he had been hiding a daughter from him for years. We could have been the perfect family he thought. How dare Tony deny him this?! How dare he deny his daughter a stable parental figure?! As soon as they got home, Steve would have a very long talk with him.

          “Miss. Stark, Christine Everhart, why hasn’t anyone heard of Tony Stark having a daughter?”

          “He didn’t know I existed until I was eight years old, and by then he had realized that no matter what he did it would be perceived negatively. he builds weapons for the military intended to keep our soldiers safe so they can come home? He gets called the Merchant of Death, shuts down weapons manufacturing? He is mocked and ridiculed despite obviously suffering from his experience in Afghanistan. He knew from personal experience that age wouldn’t protect me, so he kept me out of the spotlight.”

            “How much you wanna bet he paid off her poor mother to keep quiet about him being a deadbeat?” Clint muttered. Scott gave him a look that spoke of pots and kettles but otherwise kept quiet.

           “Miss. Stark,” a rather large reporter with dark hair raised his hand from the middle. “Clark Kent, what is Mr. Stark’s current condition?”

            “He is… not well,” she hesitated, fear in her voice. “He had been involved in a terrible explosion at the UN, had to fight his own teammates when they decided they knew more than one hundred and seventeen countries, and on top of that, got beaten near to death by the man he loved. And that’s not even including the hyperthermia and frostbite he was in danger of considering he was left in a Siberian bunker in the middle of winter.”

“What did she mean Tony got beaten almost to death by you?” Sam asked.

            “I did not hit him that hard, all I did was disable the suit. Tony’s probably being overly dramatic and making her worry.”

            As soon as Tony was done licking his wounds, they could all go home, and everything would be fine.

            “Miss. Stark,” A older looking journalist with a moustache that made Steve do a double take raised his hand next. “J. Jonah Jameson, what do you have to say about the allegations that Iron Man helped the fugitive Avengers escape?”

            “I am insulted, my Father did everything he possibly could and then some and I will not tolerate a man who has more skeletons in his closet than clothes try and tarnish his efforts.”

          “So does that mean you support the Accords?”

          “Yes, they are far from perfect but I know my father was working close with King T’Chaka to make them better. I firmly believe anyone who wants to be a hero needs to be held accountable for their actions, Steve Rogers – I refuse to call him Captain anything on the account he never actually was promoted Captain in the military – and his posse’s absolute disregard for human life or property during the so-called Civil War proves why the Accords are needed. There was no villain in Romania, no alien invasion in Germany; so many lives have been ruined because powerful people did not want to be told what to do. But with me here is a very powerful person – or god, I should say – with some very important words.”

            “So Stark somehow managed to get Thor on his side,” Natasha said.

            “Loki probably helped,” Wanda snarled. She hated the trickster almost as much as she hated Stark.

            Alice had moved over slightly so Thor could take over, he didn’t look an ounce like his usual cheerful self.

          “Greetings, I am Thor Odinson of Asgard and I will start by stating how ashamed I am of my shield brothers and sisters over this senseless battle, even a god such as myself knows when one hundred and seventeen countries say something to listen. The Avengers are not above the people we protect, we do not get to decide their wants or needs, and we certainly do not run away like cowards when faced with the consequences of our actions,” Thor sighed and looked pained. “But I am most deeply ashamed of my former shield brother, Steve Rogers, to beat down and leave a comrade to die a slow and painful death is… unthinkable, and for what reason? For showing emotion when faced with the truth? I can promise you all, if you learned the person next to you had caused you such great pain as murdering your family, you wouldn’t have shown as much restraint as Tony Stark did that day.”

            “I did not hit him that hard!” Steve repeated, agitated. “All I did was disable the damn suit!”

            “What’s he talking about? Who murdered who?” Sam asked in shock.

            “Zemo lied to Tony and convinced him Bucky killed Howard and Maria.”

          “Mr. Odinson,” Christine Everhart raised her hand again. “Do you actually believe Iron Man showed restraint?”

          “I have fought beside him many times, if he wished Rogers and Barnes dead there wouldn’t be a global manhunt out for them.”

          “Myself, and the Avengers still loyal to the people they protect will stop at nothing to fix the catastrophe this Civil War has caused us,” Alice returned to her spot. “And we have agreed that our first order of business is removing Secretary of State, Thaddeus Ross.”

            “Fucking finally!” Clint shouted. “Without him there are no Accords, then we can finally go home!”

            “Miss. Stark can you elaborate on that!” Jameson shouted.

            “If you are not aware, the Accords give the UN authority to issue the Avengers to any situation in any country provided the need is severe enough to warrant it. In turn the Avengers have the right to deny the UN should there be a conflict of interest, they are not a fancy military there to fight a country’s war for them. In addition, it is also stated that should an Avenger not wish to sign the Accords, they would be listed as retired and would not be called on, no questions asked. Should they wish to be reactivated, they would have to agree to, and sign the Accords. Finally, if there were parts of the Accords that the Avengers or the UN did not think was productive, it could be amended to the satisfaction of all parties considered. Father and King T’Chaka had amended two areas of the Accords before the rest of the Avengers even saw them.”

            “… Is that true?” Scott asked warily. Wishing he had the chance to read the Accords before joining Rogers’ team.

            “No, that’s just Stark sugar coating it to sound decent,” Steve assured him. He was disappointed that not only did his future stepdaughter fall for Tony’s games, so did Thor. There were so many things he needed to put right. Tony better answer the damn phone because he wasn’t falling for this nonsense!

          Alice squared her shoulders in preparation for her big finale.

          “Now as for Ross, he never reported that the Avengers were being kept in the Raft – which wasn’t even a part of the Accords and only a handful of people knew it existed – he never reported that he approved the human experimentation that led to the Hulk’s existence, he never reported being involved in creating the Abomination or its release onto Harlem, he never reported sending a military strike force onto a college campus without proper evac procedures. Thaddeus Ross has violated the very Accords he has threatened the families of the Avengers to get them to sign.”

          “Miss. Stark, one last question,” a reporter who looked similar to some actor asked. “Do you have anything you’d like to say to the fugitive Avengers?”

          “Yes,” her blue eyes stared directly into the camera, gaze cold as ice and sharp as steel. “Steve Rogers… next time you wanna fuck over America, don’t forget the Nazi Salute.”

            Rude Steve thought narrowing his eyes. He’ll definitely need to teach her how to behave like a lady, horrid language and disgusting insults were unbecoming of a beautiful young woman, not that he blamed her… much. Tony obviously wasn’t the best role model.

            Within twenty-four hours the UN council had called asking for verification on all that was stated during the press conference, Rhodey and Vision were more than happy to oblige; Stephen would have too except he wasn’t technically present when everything went down, neither was Loki or Thor for that matter but Bruce was more than happy to provide firsthand account on his history with Ross, who fled before authorities could arrest him for his numerous crimes against humanity.

**TS**

            “Father, I fear we made a grave mistake,” T’Challa says as soon as he closes his father’s office door.

            “I do too, Miss. Stark… I didn’t recognize her at first but I saw her before,” T’Chaka mentioned, rubbing his eyes.

            “Where?”

            “The United Nations… she is the reason I stand alive this day. We have dishonored her immensely by having Mr. Stark’s attackers here. We need to make contact with her soon and apologize, perhaps find a way of… relieving Wakanda of it’s unwelcomed guests.”

            If a calm and collected king like T’Chaka calls you unwelcomed, you should’ve a long time ago.

*TS*

            Tony had finally opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t. Everything hurt, his lungs felt like they were filled with fire, his face felt like someone used it as a punching bag which made the breathing mask very uncomfortable; he couldn’t even move anything. His eyes followed the line of IV’s until he came across a blood bag that looked new with a big grinning smiley face with cat ears in place of a name.

            “Good morning, Tony,” he tilted his head and made eye contact with Doctor Strange who had been sitting in the chair beside his bed.

            “How… long?” was that his voice?

            “Almost two weeks,” Stephen offered him some water through a straw. “Alice’s blood healed some of the damage, but there’s a lot left. We thought about using that loudmouth ass of a friend of hers but… well we don’t know how you’d react with his blood especially with the cancer.”

            “What does it look like?”

            “It’s… not good.”

            “That’s basically my life story, just give me the cliff notes,” he sighed he tried readjusting himself and frowned when he couldn’t get his body to move.

            “… Your artificial sternum is destroyed, you no longer have any whole ribs left, you have a concussion and a fractured skull…” Stephen looked off to the side, not wanting to continue.

            “And I can’t move because…?”

            “Because your C4 vertebrae has been damaged... it looks like a piece of your suit broke off and sliced into it… and when you removed your suit-”

            “I took off the one thing that was probably holding me together,” Tony said expression dead.

            “… I’m sorry,”

            “Can you just… leave me my phone… I need FRIDAY to make some calls.”

            Stephen hesitated, not wanting to leave him alone but knew that smothering would be the worse thing to do, so he placed Tony’s phone on the bedside table and made sure FRIDAY was ready for her boss’ instructions before making his way to the door.

            “You know,” he stopped just short of the knob. “Alice… she’s been here everyday waiting for you to wake up, we all have been waiting and… just don’t do anything stupid like me okay? People… there are still people here who love you, Tony.”

            Tony waited until he could no longer hear footsteps before releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding and let out a sob. He couldn’t move… he could barely breathe; Rogers… Rogers had taken everything from him. His family, his confidence… his body.

           “Boss?” FRIDAY sounded so helpless. Unsure how to help.

           “Fri, where’s Alice?”

            “Running this way Boss, she has decided her usual means of transport wouldn’t suit your heart right now.”

            Oh Alice, his sweet caring Alice, what did he ever do to deserve an angel like her?

            “I’m hardly an angel, Father…” oh did he say that out loud? “Yes.”

            “But it’s true, closest thing your Daddy is ever going to get to seeing Heaven…”

            “… You’re an atheist, Father,” Which would make Maria Stark cry if she knew, but that was the curse of Stark men, followers of science.

            “Doesn’t mean much when I shared a tower with two gods…” Alice simply huffed in amusement before carefully climbing next to him, resting her head against his battered chest to listen to his heart. It was weak… weaker than she could ever remember it being even after Stane or his surgery. She couldn’t help the tears that started to fall. “Alice?”

            “Why didn’t you call me sooner?” she hiccupped. She could have stopped this before it started, she could have dropped Rogers back into the ice for a while then who would those dumbasses followed? They all seemed to have lost the ability to think for themselves as soon as they saw the walking flag.

            “I wanted to,” he whispered, begging his useless arms to move so he could hold her. “I wanted to call you for so long, from the moment I acted like a heartless jackass I wanted to call you… I just didn’t think you’d answer.”

            “I will always come when you call! Hell if you called me right after I left I would’ve turned around… but I’m not a mind reader, and I’m not omniscient. All this time I thought you were still angry with me!”

            She buried her face in his neck, careful of his injured arm. Tony tried to fight his own tears and failed. He spent all that time avoiding calling her because he had no idea what he should say, and in turn made her think he hated her… he was just like his father.

            Several minutes passed and Tony realized his daughter had passed out, the dark circles under her eyes prominent. There had to be something someone could do, he couldn’t just give up like this, he could ask Thor if Asgard could help but he remembered Loki mentioning how Odin had barely tolerated Jane Foster – and honestly Tony understood why that relationship ended so fast after that – he could shoot himself up with Extremis and hope for the best but there were far too many variables… Wait… Extremis? Most people believed it was another attempt at a Super Soldier serum, and in a way it was, but it was also heavily inspired by something else.

“Fri, call Wayne,” maybe he didn’t outright hate his guts right now… or maybe he did but maybe he still would help him?

            “Wayne Manor,” spoke Alfred in his usual dignified way.

            “Alfred, its Tony… I need to speak to Bruce, it’s an emergency.”

            He could faintly hear what sounded like movement; Alfred was no doubt seeking out his master.

            “Tony, glad to hear your awake, is this about the Accords? Because the League is still voting,” Bruce Wayne told him, what a strange world where even the most stoic and silent of vigilantes was willing to talk it over.

            “Actually Bruce, I need a favor… kind of a big favor but my life kind of depends on it.”

            “What do you need?”

            “I need to borrow your Lazarus Pit…”

Chapter Text

            “Incoming call for Boss, Sister,” FRIDAY told her. She had just gotten comfortable in the recliner by her father’s side after he finally fell back asleep, the past couple of hours were… something, lots of crying, lots of cursing and threatening to maim certain people. “It’s Prince T’Challa of Wakanda.”

            “Put him through,” she frowned. Out of all the people on her shit list, the Wakanda Royals were at the bottom.

            A dark skinned man with trimmed facial hair appeared on her screen.

            “What do I owe the pleasure, Prince T’Challa of Wakanda?”

            “Miss. Stark? I… come to offer my sincerest apologies,” he hung his head in shame. “Had I not listened to Rogers about your father’s wellbeing then perhaps his condition wouldn’t be as grim.”

            “I’m going to stop you right there because unless you have some kind of healing powers that’s unlikely… well, maybe you could have kept him in his suit so his fucking spine wouldn’t be fucked right now.”

            “His… Spine?” T’Challa was ready to be ill, even with the advancements of Wakanda, spinal injuries were serious.

            “I’ll send you the details of what Rogers did to him… and just FYI I will be coming for that blond bastard – and yes I know you have him – one day, maybe not today or even this year or the next but I will have those nincompoops in a nice padded cell if it’s the last thing I do.”

            “Neither I nor my father will fight you over them. I only offered to help Sergeant Barnes to make up for my own wrong judgment. The rest… are only here because there are no other safe options, and I rather not have them roam free to cause destruction.”

            “And I assume Everett Ross is aware of this?”

            “Yes,” the man in question appeared beside T’Challa. “I don’t like it, hell after seeing what the so-called Captain America did to Tony I would love nothing more than to pistol whip his ass but at the moment there’s nowhere else they can go, the Raft is compromised, and none of the other prisons are equipped to handle enhanced individuals.”

          “We should work that into the Accords, a brand new prison designed to hold a range of super villains and rogue heroes, and make it totally public knowledge, no more secrets, I’m tired of secrets… are your house guests at least behaving?”

            “I can hardly believe that they are Earth’s Mightiest Heroes,” T’Challa looked as if he swallowed a lemon. “They are at best children in adult bodies, despite all evidence they still believe they will be forgiven and welcomed back with open arms as soon as Mr. Stark recovers.”

          “Funny how they seem to think Father is God,” Alice scoffed. “Even if he somehow managed to get one hundred and seventeen plus countries to pardon them, neither I nor the rest of the Avengers would allow it. They have smooched off of him for far too long.”

            “And they are attempting to do the same here… I do hope we can work together so that I can be rid of them sooner rather than later.”

            “Someone is coming who can hopefully help my father recover… depending on how that goes we can decide how to handle the Terrorist Avengers.”

**TS**

            Batman was a man with morals, some might say foolish morals – how times has Joker broken out of Arkham now? – but his morals were what separated him from those he hunted in the night. His morals allowed him to see the good the Accords had the potential for and honestly, he was surprised it took so long for something to be done.

            Most of the Justice League were willing to sign, some were suspicious but were willing to at least discuss how to make them better, others often worked off planet so it was difficult to see how it could have anything to do with them. However, seeing what the Avengers had done in Lagos and Germany solidified that something had to be done to keep heroes in line, rather it was the government or the League itself.

            Looking back, the League should have stepped in when Steve Rogers collapsed a tunnel, but they hesitated… or more like Batman hesitated because the Avengers were Stark’s responsibility. But then Stark went MIA… and then the videos surfaced and he still couldn’t sleep because all he could see was Tony’s face as he watched his parents be murdered and then that bunker suddenly looked very much like an alley.

            “I need to borrow your Lazarus Pit…”

            Those words echoed in his head even as he neared the compound. Tony Stark never even asked about the Pit… not after Afghanistan, not when he was dying and Bruce offered it because the risks were too great.

            “Hey, Uncle Bats,” Alice greeted halfheartedly as she wheeled her father outside. When was the last time he actually saw her face to face?

            “Hey, Batman…” Tony wheezed, an oxygen mask attached to his face.

            Batman frowned. Tony always had some stupid nickname ready for him, or at least some witty bat pun. But now he looked exhausted in the chair- a wheelchair which seemed to have been designed to keep its passenger from accidentally falling out and had a special headrest to keep the head straight and upright as if- no.

            “Batman…” No, no, no, Rogers did not…

            “Let’s go,” Tony frowned as best as he could given his restrictions.

            “I… thought you needed to make sure it was worth it?”

            “Stark; you are on oxygen, you are quadriplegic, and it’s fair to assume Lehnsherr over there is responsible for what’s left of your sternum staying in place, the fact that you can speak is nothing short of a miracle at this point,” and that’s something he never thought he’d say. “I’m not about to waste our time when it’s clear you need help.”

            “I… thanks,” and if he shed any tears nobody bothered to comment.

**TS**

            “How exactly is this going to work?” Alice asked as they arrived in the Batcave. “last I checked, a healthy person couldn’t be in contact with the water or else they’d die, and we’re not just going to toss Father in and pray for the best.”

            “I have a platform that will lower him in, unfortunately,” he turned to Tony who was being wheeled behind him. “It does require full emersion for a few seconds.”

            “Don’t drown me,” flashes of dirty water in an even dirtier cave came to mind.

            “I’m not going to drown you, I have calculated exactly how long you need to be in there and I will raise you up the moment its time, when the side effects have worn off you will be better than you have in a long time.”

            “You might actually be able to carry me like you used to,” Alice teased poking his arm. Oh, he was still muscular, but he lost a lot of mass after Afghanistan thanks to his weakened lungs hindering his strength.

            Tony smiled faintly. He would do anything just to be able to move and hold her again. If this didn’t work… and he honestly wasn’t even sure it would, he didn’t know what he would do, he could live without his legs – he could rock a badass wheelchair like a certain telepath – but he needed his arms and hands.

            They finally reached the Pit, its green water illuminating the walls. A massive crane like machine stood off the side with a metal bed outfitted with cables to raise and lower its occupant into the water without hurting anyone else. Tony absently wondered how many times Bruce had used it to design a whole setup.

            Carefully, Bruce lifted him out of the chair and laid him down on the bed, explaining the restraints were strictly for his and their safety when the side effects took hold and that he would release him as soon as he was sane again.

            “Was I ever sane?” Tony joked. Trying to dispel the urge to vomit when he was raised over the water. I’m not there anymore… I’m not there anymore… Bats is not the Ten Rings, my daughter is not Yinsen, I’m not there anymore…

How doth the little crocodile
     Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
     On every golden scale!

            Tony gawked at his daughter, wondering if she drank the Pit when he wasn’t looking, before he recognized the poem. Even as he was submerged, he could faintly hear her and it was a welcomed sound over the panic of his own heart.

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
     How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
     With gently smiling jaws!

            Obadiah had been like the crocodile; always being there when Howard wasn’t and Jarvis couldn’t, until he ripped out his heart with a grin. He thought he learned his lesson, but then SHIELD happened, and the Avengers happened and suddenly he was surrounded by friends- no not friends… crocodiles. They were all crocodiles, even Steve who was the biggest one of them all with his perfect smile and hands that used to be so gentle, but they were fake everything was fake!

            “Sometimes my teammates don’t tell me things.”

            “Did you know?”

            “… Yes.”

            Suddenly he was out of the water, Alice and Batman watching him intently as if waiting for him to react. He needed to get out, needed to make them all pay. He went limp on the bed which prompted his daughter to release the restraints against Batman’s orders and maybe, maybe if he wasn’t so angry, he wouldn’t have been so rough, but she was in his way.

**TS**

            Tony loved to flirt, with everyone. At first it made Steve uncomfortable until he learned that it was okay now for men to love men, then he started giving as good as Tony gave which was hilarious because Tony seemed to think he was a blushing virgin – and okay he was a virgin still because before the serum few dames gave him a second look and afterwards he never had the time – but he knew what sex was and soldiers did not have much of a filter when death could be around the corner.

            It all came crashing down when, after Tony returned from a business trip to Las Vegas he presided to tease Steve about how the City of Sin would’ve made him cry which would have normally made Steve roll his eyes and lecture him about how sex wasn’t invented in the fifties and how there were plenty working girls – he hated the word prostitute – during the war. However, tonight something in him snapped and somehow they found themselves in Tony’s room, clothes ripped off and a moaning mess of a genius underneath him as Steve’s cock was buried inside his ass.

            It was here, watching Tony – Tony; who designed Clint hearing aids that wouldn’t be short circuited after his old ones malfunctioned, and talked to him about inventions that would help those who struggled with their daily lives because they couldn’t see or hear or speak or walk – watching him try and fail to pretend he wasn’t trying to hide his scarred chest because he thought it would disgust Steve enough he’d leave, that he decided he would show the whole world how perfect Tony Stark was.

            Wanda stared revolted at Steve’s sleeping form. No matter how many times she gave him nightmares and offered to sooth him asleep, his normal dreams always led to… Stark. What he saw in that monster was beyond her, he was ancient – wasn’t he like in his forties? – he was crude, and disgusting. How could Steve’s subconscious still prefer that… nasty mess of scars over her flawless skin?

            Noticing a very large bulge in his pants, Wanda smirked. Quickly removing her clothes and ensuring the door was locked she released Steve’s hardened cock; slowly as to not wake him up yet she eased herself onto him. Only when he was fully inside her, did she reach back into his mind, holding back the urge to vomit at the images of him and Stark, she coerced his mind to think of only her, of the second time they slept together – the first took way too much effort on her part to be enjoyable – and before she knew it she felt him release inside her. Maybe she’d get pregnant? How she would love to rub it in Stark’s face that she carried his lover’s child.

            As she redressed and was about to leave, she glimpsed back into Steve’s mind… and nearly slammed the door when she realized he now dreamt of his first date with Stark.

**TS**

            “Contact le-!” a huge explosion. Fear.

            Something slicing into his chest, it hurts, it hurts! “Don’t waste your life…” Loss.

            An unbearable ringing in his ear. “You remember this one, don’t you Tony?” Betrayal.

            “Sometimes my teammates don’t tell me things,” Did you know?” “… Yes.” Anger.

            Tony Stark jolted awake, the first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t in pain anymore, the second was that he was soaked and restrained to a gurney in a darkened room. Panic rose in his chest, why was he restrained? And why was he wet? Memories of his head being forced under water repeated sprang to mind.

            “Father?” he would have jumped if he could.

            “Alice, you know you can’t sneak up on your old man, not good for the old ticker,” he tried to tap his chest for emphasis but remembered he couldn’t. He wiggled his toes and fingers, at least he could feel them again.

            “Not much of an old man now, you look like you’re thirty again, without the alcohol and drugs.”

            Tony probably would have commented on that, something about how he had looked twenty at thirty with the drugs and alcohol, however he was too preoccupied with the fact his daughter had a cut above her right eye that was slowly closing up, and blood on her bottom lip,  and was favoring her left leg over her right.

            “What happened?” he asked horrified.

            “I was stupid, you succeeded in kicking Batman in the balls, granted his suit is so heavily padded I think he only mildly regrets teaching you self-defense,” she deliberately ignored his real question.

            “Barely felt it,” Batman added in, stepping out of the shadows with a towel and a change of clothes in his hands. He leveled Tony with his usual glare as he undid the restraints. “Change your clothes, I won’t have any traces of the Pit’s water leaving this cave.”

            “You just want to see me naked,” Tony noticed Alice was no longer around, probably to give him privacy, so he had no issues shaking his butt at Batman as he pulled his wet shirt off. he reached for his pants – thank god they were sweats and not jeans – when he noticed Batman watching him intently. “You going to turn around or what?”

            “I thought I wanted to see you naked?” he smirked, enjoying the faint blush that appeared on Tony’s face.

            Tony had no comment, instead he turned his head as he continued undressing. It wasn’t like Bruce hadn’t seen it all before. “If Alice sees us…”

            “She’s too busy tormenting Damian, besides, I wouldn’t want to take your newly regained virginity… again, so soon.”

            “You’re not the first person I slept with, Wayne.”

            “Obadiah doesn’t count, and don’t you dare try justifying that he does,” his glare left no room for arguments.

            “It’s amazing you’re still angrier about that than me,” Tony held up his hands placatingly. Angry enough to all but cut him out of his life when he found out Tony let Stane keep his job in SI.

            “The fact that you’re not angry makes me even more angry.”

**TS**

            Everyone – with the exception of Peter who was in class – were all gathered in the living room waiting for Tony’s return which, according to a text Pepper just received they would be arriving any minute. Even T’Challa had arrived with Everett in hopes of speaking to Alice or even better Tony himself about the future of the Accords and the Avengers.

            Suddenly a multicolored mist started to form in the middle of the room, and everyone waited with bated breath as Alice’ bright eyes were first to surface, her face the perfect picture of patience as a voice that could only belong to her father chatted animatedly over something.

            “-and he was just like ‘punch me in the face’ so I did, and that’s how we got kicked out of Luthor’s party, not that Lex complained considering his dad made his birthday all about his company, and we took him out for shots afterwards so yeah pay no mind to the papers saying me and Wayne are enemies.”

            The person who spoke looked like Tony… except much younger – at least 20 years younger – not a speck of gray in his hair, not a wrinkle on his smiling face… not a single scar on his bare chest that was sculpted from years of manual work and moving heavy machinery.

            Many eyes watched in awe, Everett full on froze drinking his coffee. He thought his little childish crush was gone after all these years they’ve known each other - which was only a few years short of how long Tony and Rhodes have known each other – but this… this wasn’t fair.

            “Tones,” Rhodey greeted, trying, and failing not to stare. “You… walk.”

            “And talk and so much more,” Tony grinned doing a twirl to show off, pulling on the shirt he’d been given.

            “What kind of sorcery is this?” Loki asked in wonder.

            “Not magic, Lazarus just… put me back in my prime I guess, even better actually because my liver is totally healthy which I plan on keeping it that way because holy shit, I didn’t even know how bad it was – well I knew it was bad I’ve had doctors tell me constantly – but to actually feel the difference? Fuck I might never drink again.”

            Pepper just pulled him into a hug and tried not to cry again. She tried for so long to get him to quit drinking, he’d try; like honestly try and succeed for a while but something – the Palladium poisoning, the Battle of New York, fighting with his daughter, and Ultron just to name a few – always forced him back into old habits. But this time… this time she was going to save him from the bottle if it was the last thing she did.

            “I missed you,” she whispered into ear.

            “I missed you too Pep, I missed everyone,” he turned towards everyone in the room. This was it, the remaining Avengers. “I’m just sorry everything had to end the way it did…”

            “Steve took things too far,” Thor told him, even he had stopped referring to his former shield brother as Captain; it was a title he did not deserve.

            “Perhaps his unnecessarily tight uniform prevented blood from going to the head on his shoulders,” Loki sneered. “It certainly did not stop him using the one between his legs.”

            “What’s the supposed to mean?” Rhodey asked, confused.

            “Steve had been cheating with Wanda,” Tony offered, feeling Pepper hug him tighter. Vision froze. “Lokes found them in my bed just before everything went to shit, I didn’t want to say anything because Steve swore he had no idea why he did it and that he wanted to make it work with me… now I wonder if he was lying about that too.”

            “Piece of shit…” Alice muttered darkly, wondering if it was too late to just pop into Wakanda and off his head, it’s not like anyone would ever know and she could make it look like Romanoff did it, let the Russian twat talk her way out of that.

            “It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s time to start fixing what the Civil War destroyed; it’s time for a new team, one that trusts each other and settle grievances like adults, and we’ll expand beyond fighting. We need medics, and trained staff to evac civilians, maybe a therapist or two – and yes Pep, I’ll actually go to therapy – no more secrets, no more pointing fingers at each other.”

            “I’m down for that,” Rhodey agreed. Especially if it meant Tony would actually see a therapist for once in his life.

            “I would rather Hulk be a last resort,” Bruce admitted. “But I’ll still help out wherever I can.”

            “You’ll be my Avengers Head of Research,” Tony told him. “You get first dibs on enemy tech and how we can better protect ourselves from it.”

            “I would be honored to join you,” Thor declared.

            “I guess I will stay,” Loki said. “But if that witch with the bastardized magic comes back I will not be held accountable for my actions… just as she apparently cannot be held accountable for hers.”

            “I will stay at your side, Mr. Stark,” Vision told him.

            “I’ll help out whenever possible,” Stephen agreed.

            “I will not be able to join every battle, but I’ll help out whenever I can,” T’Challa promised.

            “I’ll be taking over Thaddeus’ place on the Accords,” Everett mentioned. “But if you need someone with spy experience who won’t stab you in the back, I’m here.”

            “The X-Men will be willing to assist whenever needed,” Charles spoke up. “This is an unprecedented opportunity for the mutant community, and I would very much wish to be a part of the Accords council.”

            “Consider it gone,” Tony told him. “After what Wanda did, people need to see that she doesn’t represent mutants or the enhanced, that’s why I vote Alice be the official Mutant Liaison.”

            “Huh?” Alice stared dumbfounded. She honestly was waiting to be cast back into the shadows.

            “I can live with that,” Erik said looking up from the latest draft of the Accords, he hated politics but if it meant not starting another war neither he nor Charles would live to see the end of, he’d deal with it.

            “Wouldn’t that mean I would need to be in the public eye?” Alice asked in confusion.

            “Definitely… possibly more than most because we really need people to see mutants for what they are instead of what they might be,” Tony said, trying not to show too much emotion because he knew why she was confused and it was all his fault. “You might need to start a social media account somewhere, post some videos of your friends using their powers productively, maybe save a cat or two.”

            “Does T’Chaka count?”

            “That was you?!”

            “I may or may not have been spying on the Accords council for Charles, there had been rumors of a mutant or superhuman registration act,” she explained. “I barely had time to react, I just grabbed whoever would’ve been closest to the explosion.”

            “And we are all forever in your debt,” T’Challa struck in. “In fact, my father wishes to public thank you and the mutant community for their aid in Vienne.”

            “I would say that’s unnecessary, but I know how important it will be to have a powerful ally publicly on our side,” Alice turned back to her father. “And perhaps we can also clear up some misunderstandings, Father… when you have time there’s two people you need to meet.”

*TS*

            The day after his recovery; Alice had given her father Steve’s letter and yes he did read it – so nobody could tell him he didn’t even try to understand – before promptly tossing it into a bin full of other useless shit and dousing it with all the alcohol he had with Pepper’s help and setting it on fire. He also gave the ancient flip-phone - that insulted him purely because of how much work it would have taken to find one – to his bots to destroy.

            Shortly after that he received a call from a terrified Laura begging for help because men were surrounding the farm and Clint wasn’t answering any of her calls. Without even hesitating he called for Strange to make a portal. He; along with Stephen, Thor, Wade – under strict orders to incapacitate not kill – and Alice were able to easily subdue the bad guys, bad guys carrying Chitauri weapons interestingly enough. And who did they find in an unmarked black van but the disgraced former Secretary of State himself.

            Pictures of Ross hanging on a flagpole by his underwear outside the UN wearing bunny ears and a cotton tail became Alice’s first official posts to her new Instagram and Twitter, she framed the best one and it proudly hung in her father’s office.

            What bothered Tony however was that Ross wasn’t after Clint. He was after Lila. He needed to investigate but until then, Laura and the Minions were brought to a safe location, which was currently the compound though the more Tony thought about it, it didn’t seem as safe as he wanted it.

            He knew it was only a matter of time before Steve and his merry band of terrorists tried coming back, and even if he gave them directions to hell they wouldn’t listen and the last thing he wanted was one of the kids getting hurt in a fight. Not to mention the compound held some… not so pleasant memories for a lot of them. Twenty floors still had a Vision shaped hole, Tony had outright refused to sleep in his own bed and slept in his lab for the first couple of nights until Rhodey carried him up into his bed and it totally was not his fault he woke up wrapped around his best friend because he should have known Tony liked cuddling. But Rhodey didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he instigated it every night after that.

            He considered moving back into the tower but that was too obvious and didn’t fix the main concern.

            “Father you have a big ass mansion currently off the grid,” his daughter reminded him… yes… Stark Mansion, his childhood home. He left it right after his parents funeral, only letting Alice use it because it was A: out of the way, and B: neighboring the institute. “Plus, you owe JARVIS an apology, you never reconnected his system after the lockdown.”

            “I… what?” what, what, WHAT?!!!

            “… JARVIS? Your baby, created him on a laptop sometime in MIT, you tell everyone it stands for Just A Rather Very Intelligent System but it’s actually named after Edwin Jarvis is was more like a father than Howard Stark ever was-”

            “I know that but what emergency shut down?” Tony asked frantically. Could it be? “JARVIS was killed by Ultron, what remained was used to create Vision.”

            “… Do you remember when the Mandarin destroyed the Malibu house? It was the first time you stayed at the mansion since you left, you made a safety protocol that would take the whole property off the grid including internet access should anyone try hacking into the system.”

            “And it activated when Ultron tried destroying all of JARVIS’ software. Oh shit, I need to go see him, fuck he probably thinks I replaced him – which I did because I thought he was fucking dead-” he didn’t get to finish as he was suddenly standing in front of the grand stairway.

            “JARVIS, guess who finally decided to visit?” Alice called out.

            For a moment there was nothing but silence and he wondered if this was some cruel joke to finally get back at him when…

            “Hello Sir,” a young looking Edwin Jarvis stepped downstairs, hands clasped behind him in a dignified way. “Your scans show a near unrecognizable improvement to your wellbeing, have you finally been listening to a doctor?” JARVIS asked.

            “Yes…” Tony choked, falling to his knees as tears clouded his vision. “JARVIS, baby it’s so good to hear from you again. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you would have survived in the mansion- and where the hell did you get a body from?”

            “It’s one of your older suits, Sir; I… made some changes in my time here.”

            “… Are you going to stay with me?”

            “For you Sir?” JARVIS suddenly looked fiercely determined. “Always.”

**TS**

            So once everyone voted – because gone were the days when either him or Steve would make decisions for the whole team – renovations for the mansion began, the basement was expanded thanks to Loki and Strange’s magic to allow a training room, labs, and a medical bay. Everything was dusted and scrubbed down; sheets had been pulled off the unused furniture. One of the many unused rooms – and he honestly couldn’t remember what it was originally – was converted into a playroom for the kids, Cooper and Lila squealed when they saw the ball pit and slides, Tony was quick to assure Laura that everything was totally safe and the floor was soft foam; Laura just sighed fondly from her seat next to the baby swing holding little Nate and told him thank you which he wasn’t sure what to do with but okay.

            FRIDAY was integrated into the system and she was thrilled to meet her big brother, JARVIS was just as eager to meet her as well, and they even included Vision into their little family reunion.

            “Tony,” Thor had taken to calling him by his chosen name lately… no Anthony or son of Stark or even Man of Iron. “What room is this?”

            Tony turned from replacing a light at the end of the hall to see what he was referring to… oh that room, his old childhood room Jarvis kept safely locked. His room that was full of his fucking Captain America shit.

            “That was my old room when I was a kid, sorry Goldilocks but I’d rather keep it locked for now, don’t wanna face how dumb I was as a kid to have a crush on Steve.”

            “There is no shame in looking up to a hero, Tony,” Thor told him softly, which was strange because Thor hardly ever did anything softly and… oh now he was cupping his face. “If you wish I will help you clean it out when you are ready.”

            Close so close why is he so close? He could feel the electricity coming off the god and he could kiss him if he’d get any closer and suddenly it seemed as if Thor realized that himself but instead of backing off, he slowly eased down, giving Tony plenty of time to reject oh god he could practically taste those lips-

            “Am I interrupting something?” Loki popped out of nowhere, they immediately jumped apart. If Tony still had heart problems he’d be dead right now.

            “You have horrible timing, brother,” Thor narrowed his eyes. I was so close…

            “My apologies,” though an idiot wouldn’t be fooled by that wicked smirk or devious eyes plotting something Tony wasn’t sure he’d like.

            Alice watched with narrowed eyes from the crack of her bedroom door.

**TS**

            Tony honestly thought that… thing with Thor was a fluke. Thor was from a totally different world with totally different social norms, he obviously did not realize how inappropriate it was and Tony didn’t have the heart to correct him… unless some other poor soul was at risk of being traumatized than yes he’d have to set Thor straight.

            But Loki always had better social skills than his brother, yet the very next night after the … thing with Thor, he’d found the genius laying down on one of the couches of the library and promptly climbed into his lap.

            “Can… can I help you with something?” he asked the trickster slowly.

            “This is the comfiest seat,” he answered simply, summoning a book from one of the shelves.

            “… I can move if you want.”

            “Oh no need, Tony… I don’t mind sharing.”

            Tony shivered and tried to keep as still as possible as he continued to read, but every so often Loki would shift and brush against his groin and he was thankful the god hadn’t apparently noticed his… not so little problem.

            Thirty minutes later, Bruce came looking for him for science and Loki had vanished… of course he probably was still wary of the Hulk and Bruce did have an odd look in his eyes.

            Alice just turns around and decides to give digital books a try.

**TS**

            Bruce wasn’t one for affection for obvious reasons and Tony respected that the entire time they’ve known each other. But lately Bruce had been… touchy. A brush through Tony’s hair, a hand on his shoulder, a random hug out of nowhere… Maybe Bruce is just touch starved? And well… Tony was too so he didn’t have the heart to deny him.

            Of course, there was that time Bruce kept questioning him about his transformation until Tony offered to take his shirt off and let him look him over himself, and Bruce had accepted far too quickly but that’s touch starvation for you.

            “So you don’t feel any pain?” Bruce asked as he caressed where the arc reactor used to be.

            “None, it’s like it never happened,” Tony said truthfully, it took him a surprising amount of time getting used to not being in pain. He noticed his science bro’s hand had migrated to his abs and he raised an eyebrow. “See something interesting?”

            “I huh… don’t remember you being this muscular before.”

            “Oh Brucie you should’ve seen me before Afghanistan, granted I’ve gained back most of the muscle I lost over the years but back then I probably could’ve given Steve a run for his money, plus you know… I tended to keep my clothes on when we worked together, so count yourself lucky because on my own I often worked in whatever I woke up in which meant half the time I was doing science stark – ha! – naked, unless it involved welding because I’m not a dumbass and… Bruce?”

            Bruce had clutched his face… blood seeping through his fingers. Did he seriously just embarrass him into a bloody nose? Bad Tony!

            “M’fine!” he dashed for the restroom, which also had a decontamination area. Did I seriously just get a bloody nose from imagining Tony working naked? Pathetic, where is all that self-control at Banner? He had secretly wanted the billionaire genius since the Helicarrier, of course, Rogers got to him first so he wisely kept quiet… but Rogers fucked up and now Bruce had his chance and… fuck he couldn’t even figure out how to flirt.

            By the time his nose had stopped and he had cleaned up everything, Alice was throwing a shirt at her father’s laughing head.

**TS**

            Tony was walking and totally minding his own business when a slap was dealt to his ass.

            “Doctor!” he gasped clutching his backside.

            “My apologies,” Stephen said simply from his meditative position. His cloak waved at the blushing man. “It has a mind of its own.”

**TS**

            “Why aren’t you in bed, Tones?”

            “Not used to sleeping in the mansion again.”

            “Then come sleep with me.”

            “… Okay!”

**TS**

            “So…”

            “Don’t say it, Wade,” Alice warned, sipping her tea while watching the merc suspiciously. She had retreated to the institute in hopes of escaping whatever the hell was happening with her father’s adult teammates.

            Of course, Charles and even Erik – the traitor – had been trying to convince her to see a therapist again.

            “… Your dad’s hot.”

            “And you just cost yourself a friendship.”

            “Is he single? Because I could totally earn myself a stepchild.”

            “Oh god…” she groaned. “Why is everyone trying to fuck my father?”

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            “All right,” Alice crossed her legs and glared at the people gathered around her, sure they stayed on her father’s side but what they were doing had the potential of ruining what was left of his heart, JARVIS and Vision were on each side of her, both looking very serious. “In hopes of avoiding unnecessary trauma to my psyche, I’m just going to come right out and say it; I know what you guys are up to.”

            “… In terms of what?” Bruce asked, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, it didn’t help Alice painted a perfect picture of a mob boss.

            “In terms of you all wanting to get into Father’s pants, I would say bed but a certain sister of mine in the walls tells me he hasn’t really slept in his own bed since we moved in,” she gave Rhodes a pointed look which caused everyone else to turn towards the Colonel with envy and suspicion.

            “… I plead the fifth,” was his answer.

            “Honestly I don’t care; Father deserves to be happy and that may mean with one of you are some of you or none of you. You all can have a gladiator battle over Father’s hand or decide on some poly-whatever relationship if that’s how it’s going to work. The details aren’t important and I rather not know them anyway, but if any of you hurt him? You will find my Wonderland is not as fun as Lewis Carroll’s.”

            And with that she turned to mist, JARVIS simply glared at them, after finally being reconnected to the internet he had spent a lot of time catching up and to say he wasn’t impressed with the previous Avengers would be an understatement.

            “I know where all of you live, I know each and every single one of your weaknesses, and I can make it seem as if you never existed in the first place. I will not tolerate Sir being hurt anymore, so make sure you know what you are doing before you act.” And with that he grabbed ahold of Vision and they phased through the floor.

            “So…” Strange drawled staring at everyone. “How is this going to go? I don’t want any more senseless fighting, but I refuse to give up on my chance with Tony.”

            “Same here,” Rhodes agreed with a frown. “I’ll be the first to admit I’ve been secretly pinning after Tones for years thinking he was straighter than raw spaghetti, but I refuse to fight, he wouldn’t like that.”

            “Perhaps we should consider the possibility of sharing Tony,” Loki suggested thoughtfully. “On Asgard it’s not unheard of for someone to have multiple partners, with consent of course.”

            “Aye but we would need to discuss it with him first,” Thor added seriously.

            “So… who’s going to bring up that topic to him?” Bruce asked.

**TS**

            “Boss, you have a visitor waiting in the foyer,” FRIDAY told him. “A Mrs. Janet van Dyne.”

            “Janet?” Tony wondered, immediately heading up. He hadn’t heard from her since Hank Pym accused him of deliberately screwing up his pet Ultron project so it would get shut down – He would admit gladly he shouldn’t have rushed head first but he actually wanted it to succeed, but Hank never did listen to him. Entering the foyer he was greeted by a lovely brunette woman. “Jan, it’s been awhile since we walked the same social circles hasn’t it?”

            “Tony,” Janet hugged him which was nice, unlike her husband she knew Tony didn’t mean for Ultron to turn into a murderbot. “I’m glad to see you’re in one piece, I visited you in the hospital, Hank did too once but he’s still too ashamed of himself to admit it.”

            “Ashamed of what? Also thanks for visiting.”

            “Of all the negative shit he’s been saying about you, your daughter practically slapped him with a USB drive that had evidence of… what was her name? The witch? Tampering with your head and causing you to rush Ultron, and of course the fact that his chosen replacement for Ant-Man is now a wanted fugitive… just like I warned him about. Scott Lang stole that technology, he was on probation and wasn’t even supposed to leave the state let alone the country!”

            “And I’m sure you and Hank and Hope are all pissed off about that,” Tony understood, he was pissed when Rhodes took one of his suits but at least he did it for a reason… besides following Captain Self-righteous.

            “Beyond pissed, Pym Technologies is suffering severe backlash from this Civil War, Hank is thinking about coming out of retirement just to sign and support the Accords and show that Scott Lang does not represent our beliefs. Which is why I came here,” Janet took off her jacket to reveal her new and improved Wasp suit. “I’ve already made up my mind Tony… I want to join the Avengers.”

            “... Fucking fantastic, do you have anything against psychiatric evaluations and tryouts? Gone are the days where any asshole with some power or skill can come and be an Avenger – and hey, you think you can convince Hank to stop by? Even if he doesn’t want to suit up he can still be a part of the research department.”

**TS**

            Tony smiled faintly as he saw the team sit together. They had converted a room into a meeting area, in the center was a massive table with multiple screens and holograms, surrounded by chairs, however there was also a couch and a fridge for refreshments and some pictures; not the impersonal ones Tony used to decorate with, but pictures of the team taken by Peter, his personal favorite was the one of Thor making a weird face while not even looking at the camera.

            “Thank you everyone for joining on the first official meeting of Avengers 2.0,” he said munching on a donut Pepper brought because she’s the best. “As I’m sure you all know, me and Alice have been compiling a list of possible recruits, T’Challa has asked to be reserved member, and Janet van Dyne wants to become fulltime.”

            “The X-Men are willing to serve as backup if needed,” Alice started. “But some of the X-Force are interested in joining the Avengers officially, I know Wade might be… eccentric and I can’t guarantee he’ll pass psych but he’s willing to give it his all and he promised to take it seriously.”

            “And there’s this guy from San Francisco, a popular journalist and blogger, he wants to apply for a PR position and maybe be an Avenger if we trust his other half…” Peter frowned. “Wouldn’t say exactly what that meant but he offered to come by and show us.”

            “That’s good, me and Thor have already talked to Jane Foster for the research department and I can’t decide if Darcy Lewis was made for social media or if it’s the other way around,” Tony was just glad he would no longer be in charge of the Avengers PR anymore. “We have a few psych evaluations scheduled this morning, and I’ll be speaking with some of the Justice League in a week.”

            Superman had even liked his idea of routine evaluations and had brought it up to his own team.

            “I know several people from the military are anxious after Rogers’ betrayal,” Rhodes said. “I’ve spread the word that we were looking for non-superpowered help for evacs and medical assistance, I already got quite a few replies.”

            “That’s good Honey Bear,” Tony praised. “It would definitely take some strain off of us if there’s a trained group watching over and protecting civilians while we deal with the main problem.”

**TS**

            It took him far too long to realize what was happening, but in his defense he had plenty of other things to worry about; the security system needed to be brought up to date – and protected against magic – the team formally interviewed Janet and she passed everything with flying black and gold colors; Colossus, Cable, and even Deadpool all passed; Eddie Brock became Darcy’s PR partner and Venom was given the deal of no heads – unless absolutely necessary – in exchange for all the chocolate and tater tots he could ever want. But it soon became obvious what was going on.

            Thor, Loki, Bruce, Stephen, even Rhodey were under some kind of fucked up love spell and he was the target… Peter didn’t seem affected – thank God because no – Vision was… Vision. Pepper and Happy were their usual selves and Alice, his sweet innocent Alice was her usual non incestuous self. Now, he had no qualms sleeping with any of his over the age of eighteen, unrelated and at least semi world-wise teammates, but he had standards, and within those standards was this little – big – rule about consent and last time he checked mind manipulation kind of threw that out the window.

            He was not going to be the reason the New Avengers fell apart… not this time.

            “Hey, Tony,” he jumped and turned into a defensive position, Rhodey held his hands up in peace. “What you still doing up for?”

            “Couldn’t sleep, too many thoughts going through my head,” it was technically the truth.

            “Wanna come sleep in my bed? You never had problems falling asleep with me.”

            “Su- no,” things could happen… unforgivable things and then I’d lose you. “I’m fine… not very tired right and I need to fix something.”

            “What are you fixing?” Rhodey took a step forward but halted when Tony backed away. “Tony what’s going on?” You never run away from me…

            “Ever since…” Tony took a deep breath and tried not to panic. “Ever since I got back from my Lazarus spa treatment; you, Stephen, Bruce, Thor, and Loki have been… acting weird around me, like really weird and it took me far too long to notice but now I have and I realize the fucking Lazarus Pit must have some elements of an aphrodisiac because why else would all of you guys be trying to get into my pants?”

            “You think Lazarus is why I keep inviting you into my bed?” Rhodey asked slowly, surely his genius of a friend couldn’t be this… oblivious.

            “I don’t think, Rhodes I know!” he even called him by his actual last name to prove how serious he was as he went on a long rant about how he knew and Rhodey just stood there silently nodding, waiting for him to finish.

            “You done Tones?” he asked when he finally took a breath.

            “Yeah…” Tony sighed turning back towards his work, he needed to find a way to fix… whatever the hell was going on. Of course, let it be said you should never turn your back on your enemy… but Rhodey wasn’t his enemy… was he? Either way he practically jumped out of his skin when a pair of arms wrapped around his midsection. “Rhodes-”

            “No, it’s your turn to listen,” Rhodey told him firmly. “Did you know Bruce has had a major crush on you since you poked him with an electric rod knowing full well what could’ve happened?”

            “I’m probably the first person to treat him like a normal human being, but it doesn’t mean any-”

            “Did you know Thor has admired you ever since you absorbed his lightning and turned it against him?”

            “… Asgardians are weird what can I-”

            “Or that Loki hasn’t looked at anyone else since you stood by his side after he came to his senses? Or how Strange looks like he wants to jump your bones every time you guys get snarky with each other?”

            “And what about you?” Tony demanded, refusing to believe any of it. Nobody… liked Tony, they tolerated him at best. “We’ve known each other for how long? I doubt you can say you had any feelings for me until now. This whole thing is just some fucked up drug screwing around with people’s heads and as soon as a certain someone picks up the goddamn phone, I’ll get to the bottom it and everything well go back to normal!”

            He reached to call Batman… again, bastard has been ignoring his calls – or possibly he hasn’t even been home to see them – when a hand grabbed his wrist, and the other tilted his head slightly and oh god is that Rhodey’s mouth?! It was Rhodey’s mouth, Rhodey was kissing him, Rhodey was kissing him, not forcefully… Tony could move away if he wanted to and he should instead of opening his mouth slightly in invitation and fuck he was failing so hard.

            “Did you know,” Rhodey breathed as they separated for air. “I’ve wanted to do that since our last year at MIT?”

            “W-why didn’t you?”

            “Because you were fucking seventeen Tony, and I was disgusted by all the people who threw themselves at you the moment you stepped foot on campus, I was… ashamed when I realized I wasn’t much better.”

            “You are nothing like those assholes, Rhodes!” Tony insisted. “You would have never gotten me so drunk I had no idea what was going on, you would have never sold pictures of me naked to the highest bidder! The one time I drunkenly came onto you, you just put me to bed and that’s when I knew you were real and I didn’t want to ruin that… I don’t want to ruin any of this.”

            “You’re not going to ruin anything,” he swore, kissing his neck, knowing his feelings were reciprocated he dared be a little adventurous. “We’re all adults here; we can talk about our feelings and work this out without fighting, hell me and the others have already talked about it.”

            “You have?” he asked surprised, he would expect some kind of brawl would have broke out.

            “Yes, Alice gathered us-”

            “Oh god, you talked with my daughter about this?!” he held his face in shame; he’ll never be able to look her in the eyes again!

            “Yes, she gathered us like a fucking mob boss – she even had Vision and Jarvis at her side like bodyguards – because she wasn’t blind and basically told us it’s a one way trip to Wonderland if we hurt you... JARVIS might have also promised severe retribution and I’m pretty sure FRIDAY knows everything. Me and the others talked and argued and finally agreed to see if you’d be interested in… being shared.”

            “I-I…” shared? How would that even work?

            “I don’t want you to decide right now Tones-” Tony cut him off with another kiss. This one was different full of desperation and hope spilling out. Tony wanted this… needed this, and Rhodey was more than happy to give. Feeling bold, he let his hands slide underneath his tank top and brush against his nipples causing the genius to buckle and moan.

            “You’re sensitive…” he observed watching with interest as Tony squirmed against his light touches.

            “F-fuck off, I had scar tissue up the ass – not literally thank god – for years of course I’m sensitive- oh god,” suddenly he was pushed down on the table. “What are you doing?!”

            “What was that about ‘up the ass’?” Rhodey teased as he pulled down Tony’s sweatpants, not at all surprised at the lack of underwear.

            “I-is this seriously happening? This… isn’t how I fantasized our first time.”

            “Funny, because this is exactly how I always imagined it,” Rhodey searched through the nearby drawers until he found what he was looking for. “Now how did I know you kept lube down here?”

            “Don’t f-fucking judge me, lube has perfectly reasonable, non-sexy applications, just ask Jamie Hyneman- oh,” Tony covered his mouth but not before he let out an embarrassing moan as Rhodey pushed in one finger.

            “Shit I think Lazarus made you a virgin again, Tony… unless a certain super soldier was lacking?”

            “N-no talking about the ex during sex, Rhodey.”

            “Fair enough, I’ll just talk about your ass then,” he massaged one cheek while working his finger in and out, enjoying the little sounds Tony was making. “It’s a nice ass by the way, very firm and round, it’s like it was made to be fucked.”

            Tony whimpered as he added another finger. How long as is been? Surely he shouldn’t be acting like this is his first time but… without the constant ache shadowing his body; even the gentlest touch seemed almost too much. His cock was fully erect and pulsing, dripping pre-cum and Rhodey has barely done anything yet!

            “Just look at you…” Rhodes said in awe. “Already looking like you’re about to come undone. You’re taking my fingers so well; I can hardly wait to see how you take my cock, Tony.”

            “Please…” he begged, feeling a third finger stretch his hole. “I-I want it so bad, Rhodey…”

            “Since you asked so nice…” he untied his shorts and pushed them down along with his boxers, he hissed when his cock was finally released. Coating himself in lube he removed his fingers and teased Tony’s hole with the tip before slowly pushing in. “Shit, so tight!”

            “Oh fuck!” Tony exclaimed, burying his face in his arm as Rhodey sunk deeper and deeper inside him until he could feel his balls pressed against his ass. His shirt, which had been bunched up around his shoulders, was pushed off and thrown across the room, leaving him completely naked… with his best friends cock inside him in his lab which was framed by glass and anyone could come downstairs and… “F-FRIDAY, some privacy please?”

            Nothing… fuck, that’s right he hadn’t given her access to his labs yet.

            “I never pegged you as the shy type, Tony,” Rhodes teased as he angled himself just right; the resulting shout proved he managed to hit Tony’s prostate.

            Tony could barely think. “S-Someone might see us…”

            “Yeah, I know… and that excites you doesn’t it?”

            “No it doesn’t!” he denied, burying his face in embarrassment because yes it does but he didn’t want to bring Rhodey into his… weird ass fantasies. It was bad enough Wayne found out and talked him into filming one of their nights together and he swore to god if it ever ended up online…

            “I’ve seen your porn history, Tony. Exhibitionism seems to be your favorite,” he bent over, wrapping his arms around Tony’s chest and pulling him close. “You love the idea of someone watching, seeing how you take my cock so good.”

            “Rhodey, please…” Tony begged, he was so close…

            “We should have done this ages ago…” Rhodey groaned as he grasped Tony’s weeping cock and jerked, making sure to keep hitting that special spot inside him. It didn’t take long before Tony came with a scream, and after a few more thrusts Rhodes join him.

            “… James?” Tony asked once they settled down. “You sure this isn’t going to ruin anything?”

            “Not a damn thing,” Rhodes assured firmly. They would still need to talk with the others, but like hell would he let them break him again. “Will you come to bed, now?”

            “… Yeah.”

**TS**

            “Tony’s not answering the phone,” Steve frowned, in fact, the phone was apparently no longer in service. He knew Tony was okay, he seen the news reports stating he woke from his coma however he didn’t feel ready to speak to the public yet.

            “Do you want me to tell him to man up already?” Natasha offered. “I’m leaving to speak to Bruce; he owes me an apology for leaving.”

            “If you can, we should have heard word about our pardons by now. I want to meet my stepdaughter in person and set the record straight.”

            Natasha nodded her understanding and went to gather her things; Steve turned and walked towards his room only to be pulled into a different one.

            “Wanda?” he breathed, all thoughts of Tony suddenly gone.

            “You want this, don’t you Steve?” she asked, dropping to her knees and unbuckling his belt. She unzipped his fly and set his cock free, already half hard, she smirked; pleased that his body was so obedient to her.

            “I… Wanda…” Steve always tried to fight at first but she had been in his head for too long.

            She teased the tip of his cock with her mouth before taking him in, she can feel his resolve shatter again, his eyes a faint trace of red and he grasped her head and thrust into her mouth, truthfully she was getting a little bored playing with him, his relationship with Stark was practically dead, she needed to hurt the man some other way. Images of blonde hair crossed her mind, maybe she’ll send Steve after Stark’s spawn next… or perhaps the two of them can take her together? She was curious what a woman would feel like.

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            Waking up was… the most awkward thing Tony probably ever did. He could try to argue that last night was a dream, a very nice dream that he wouldn’t mind having again, except for the fact he was very much naked when he woke up and so was Rhodey… and last time he checked platonic friends didn’t sleep naked next to each other.

            The only good part was that nobody seemed to suspect anything at breakfast and Rhodey had pretended like nothing changed… which somehow hurt more than if he straight up told him it was a mistake. But he couldn’t focus on that right now, today was the day he shows his face to the public and officially announce the New Avengers… he really should work on that name.

            “Ready, Father?” Alice asked, as they stood behind the stage, peeking through the curtains she can see the whole room was filled with reporters and journalists, Eddie and Darcy were standing in the corner, camera and Starkpad at the ready.

            It took a while for Eddie to come around using a tablet instead of paper and pen but once he realized he can convert his handwriting into print – which came in handy because he often wrote so fast that even he could barely understand his own notes afterwards – plus it had a built in microphone and so many other neat gadgets that he would no longer have to carry.

            “Yes and no,” he admitted fixing his tie. “I’m thrilled to show off what a proper team can do, but I know it’s only a matter of time… before they come back.”

            “And when they do, they will rue the day they ever turned their backs on those they were supposed to protect.”

            “… You’ve been scheming haven’t you? That’s your scheming face, don’t deny it.”

            Alice just laughed before walking on stage, in Wakanda, several people including the royal family not attending and the Rogues stopped what they were doing and watched in anticipation. Alice Stark had quickly become a sensation after news of what she did to former Secretary Ross came out.

            “Good evening everyone today is a very important day for a lot of us. Today the New Avengers will come forth and sign the Hero Accords – sounds so much better than Sokovia Accords doesn’t it? – Which have been rectified to be fair for all parties involved, but most importantly, today we welcome back a true hero… my father, Tony Stark!”

            Applause filled the room as Tony stepped from behind a curtain; everyone was shocked how young he looked. He took his daughter’s place in front of the microphone, giving the room a moment to settle down before starting.

            “Thank you all, and thank you for treating my daughter with the respect she deserves. As Alice stated the New Avengers will be signing the Accords today, but before that I will take a moment to answer some questions, you first,” he pointed at a reporter in the second row.

            “Mr. Stark, can I start my saying you look fantastic? Have you recovered completely?”

            “Thank you, and yes actually I will keep it brief but thanks to some magic and a whole lot of dumb luck I am now about twenty years younger and in better health then I have ever been. PSA kids, take care of yourself, because you won’t believe the difference.”

            “Mr. Stark, who is leading the Avengers now that Captain America is a wanted terrorist?”

            “As of right now, I am leading the new team until further notice.”

            Mr. Stark,” J. Jonah Jameson raised his hand. “A lot of people are still wary about the Avengers; do you have anything to say that might ease their worries?”

            “There was an idea… an idea called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles we never could. That was what Nicolas Fury wanted, but when he tried to search for candidates, it was shut down in favor of weapons which I firmly believe was HYDRA’s doing. End of story, right?” he paused and took a deep breath, the man in question was sitting next to Coulson and Hill, Tony knew how much the Avengers meant to Fury and how much he blamed himself for their piss poor behavior. “No, when a brainwashed Loki arrived Fury knew it would take something more to stop him, so he gathered us without the proper procedures and by some miracle we were able to save the earth despite us being at each other’s throats for most of the time we were together. I am here to tell you all that this time… this time is different; each and every single of us has gone through evaluations, tryouts, and team building simulations. It’s no longer just a group of strangers brought together because of an alien invasion, it’s a team made up of people who want to make the world a better place.”

            You could hear a pin drop, not a single person made a sound, suddenly Tony clapped his hands and everyone jumped.

            “Now, let’s get this show on the road! Behind this curtain are people I am proud to call my teammates and I promised them a party after this so…” Everett Ross brought out the Accords, Tony was the very first person to sign them and Darcy made sure to get a good photograph. Tony shook Everett’s hand with a smile and went to stand at the end of the stage with a microphone so he can announce everyone as they came out to sign. “First, let me introduce you all to the Avengers Mutant Liaison, Alice Stark also known as the Cheshire Cat!”

            Alice signed, sparing a look at Charles Xavier who watched from the front row – which was dedicated to friends and family – with pride. After she signed and shook Ross’ hand she smirked at the crowd and disappeared in a mist, reappeared beside her father much to the awe of the room.

            “Avengers Wakanda Liaison, Prince T’Challa, the Black Panther,” T’Challa hadn’t been sure about attending the conference considering the company he kept in a gilded cage back home, but now upon hearing Tony’s speech and seeing his father’s proud smile… he wouldn’t have missed it for anything.

            “Avengers Military Liaison and Head of our up and coming Guardians taskforce, James Rhodes, the War Machine which I still think is better than Iron Patriot because he’s not my damn sidekick!” Rhodey stepped out with a smile and an eye roll before signing his name.

            “Avengers Head of Research, Bruce Banner and the Hulk,” Bruce had forgone a suit in exchange for a lab coat because he honestly hadn’t worn a suit since his senior prom.

            “Asgard Liaison, Thor Odinson and co-Head of the Mystic Arts division, Loki Friggason,” both wore a mixture of Asgardian and Midgardian clothes.

            “Co-Head of the Mystic Arts division, Dr. Stephen Strange,” Stephen decided to wear his usual robes but left the Cloak of Levitation behind… mostly because he didn’t want to risk another… incident before he had the chance to talk to Tony.

            “Janet van Dyne, the Wasp,” Janet smiled at her husband and daughter who sat in the front, Hank still hadn’t decided if he wanted to put on the suit again but had agreed to work in the research department.

            “Now keep in mind, some members have decided to keep their identities secret and I ask that you respect that. Wade Wilson AKA Deadpool, Spider-Man, Vision, Colossus, Cable, Eddie Brock,” Eddie smiled as he walked upstage, Venom materialized as a head on his shoulder which caused the crowd to shout.

            “We are Venom,” he hissed happily, pushing into Eddie’s raised palm like a cat.

            “And we,” Tony said proudly as everyone grouped together for a photo.

            “Are the Avengers!” They shouted in unison.

**TS**

            “… This is bad,” Clint said. “This is so fucking bad- Deadpool?! They actually made that asshole an Avenger?!”

            “Who is he?” Steve asked, not taking his eyes off the screen. He couldn’t believe Tony would butcher Fury’s words like that for his own agenda.

            “A mercenary, a fucking crazy one at that; me and Nat had infiltrated a possible human trafficking ring when this asshole bursts in killing everyone while asking ‘where’s Francis?’ we got away because he was too preoccupied running someone over with a Zamboni.”

            “This just proves Tony has no business leading the team,” did none of these so-called heroes realize how unstable Stark was? Or maybe he paid them enough not to care? “Once Nat talks some sense into him, we’ll be home and be able to fix it.”

**TS**

            Tony expected something horrible when Rhodey texted him to come up to the penthouse, though he thought his friend would tell him that what they did was a mistake and that they needed to pretend it never happened. Instead, he walked into what could pass as an intervention except Pepper was nowhere to be found… or Happy… or his daughter or really anyone else besides the ones wanting his ass according to Rhodey.

            “I stopped drinking,” he blurted out, just to be safe.

            “And we’re very proud of you for that, Tony,” Bruce told him, equal parts nervous and trying to at least pretend he wasn’t.

            “We’re actually here to ask if you’d be interested in a… little arrangement,” Loki drawled, turning to glare at Rhodes. “I’m sure Colonel Rhodes mentioned it at some point while he had you bend over your desk last night.”

            “H-how do you know about that?”

            “Oh I caught a delightful show while walking around the mansion… insomnia is quite bothersome I’m sure you know. I would have stayed but without permission it didn’t seem appropriate.”

            Oh god, how much did he see? How much did he hear? Loki held his gaze before smirking before mouthing, ‘you like to be watched?’… Fuck his life.

            “So this arrangement,” he decided to shift topics. “How exactly would it work?”

            “Very simple,” Stephen stepped in. “It would be just like any ordinary relationship except with the five of us, we would all take care of you and each other.”

            “And… what exactly would you guys get out of this?”

            “… The same thing as you, Tony,” Thor frowned. “Love and respect, all that we ask is that you are honest when there is something you do not like.”

            “It just seems… too easy,” relationships were never easy, even with Pepper because of Iron Man. “What if I say no?”

            “Then the answer is no, and we remain friends and teammates.”

            “… and if I say yes?”

            “Then we would start talking about our comfort zones,” Bruce told him. “I don’t like anything that causes harm even if it’s temporary.”

            “I can’t be in total darkness,” Loki offered, shaking away a bad memory.

            “Most bodily fluids have no place in the bedroom,” Strange said.

            “Neither do knifes or fire for that matter,” Rhodey added.

            “I refuse to call my lover horrid names,” Thor stated.

            They turned towards Tony who wondered how they could be so open when he couldn’t even get Steve to admit he hated the cold.

            “I don’t like a lot of things. Electric play and blindfolds… and I don’t like being completely immobilized.”

            “Can you explain that last one?” Stephen asked, watching in curiously.

            “Slap me with some handcuffs or even hogtie me I’m fine, I can still move... but if I’m paralyzed…” memories of Obadiah flashed in his mind, Rhodey knew about him stealing the arc reactor, but he didn’t know what he did before that.

            “We would never go that far,” Rhodes promised. “It would be unacceptable if we didn’t make you feel good too Tones.”

            “I… want to say yes. I really do, but…”

            “You don’t want to be hurt again,” Bruce finished in understanding.

            “I’ve been hurt in every single relationship I’ve been in… even with Pepper because she couldn’t accept a very important part of me, Steve… was great until he wasn’t,” and don’t even get him started on Alice’s mother, his daughter was truly the only good thing to come from that dumpster fire.

            “I wish there was some way we can ease your doubts of our intentions, Tony,” Thor sighed. “You are a warrior deserving of so much love.”

            “… I’m saying yes… but I want everyone to be honest with me, about everything no matter what, I’m not a big fan of secrets.”

            Everyone smiled assuredly, happy that he was willing to give them a chance.

            “I swear you won’t regret it, Tones,” Rhodey told him, pulling him into a hug. Suddenly his phone beeped and he frowned at the text. “I guess we’re being missed downstairs…”

            “I wish you speak with you later, Tony,” Thor spoke up. “In private perhaps?”

            “Ah… sure Goldilocks, I’ll stop by your room later,” he promised, noting the look Loki gave his brother, apparently the God of Mischief knew what was going on.

**TS**

            The party somehow seemed to be over too quickly, Tony had stayed behind to wish T’Chaka and T’Challa a safe journey home and seeing everyone else off before leaving for the mansion. He was in fact not stalling his conversation with Thor, he was simply being a good host. When he made it home, he slowly – not wanting to wake anyone despite it only being six in the afternoon – made his way to the god’s bedroom and knocked.

            Thor had answered almost immediately, and Tony was gifted a view of the god’s sculpted chest as he had changed into a pair of sweatpants. Thor had happily ushered him inside and Tony was amazed by what he did to his room – some kind of Asgardian magic making it as big as Thor’s old floor at the tower.

            “Thank you for seeing me, Tony. I fear this conversation is long overdue.”

            “What exactly is overdue? What did you want to talk about?” Did Thor change his mind already?

            “I wish… to apologize to you,” Thor hung his head in shame. “For my actions towards you when Ultron had destroyed your home… and believed to have killed your son.”

            It took too long – honestly, he preferred to not thing about that shitshow – to remember his teammate’s hands around his neck.

            “You were rightfully upset-”

            “That is no excuse! I liked to think I had gotten better since my exile… but the truth is my temper still gets the better of me, as Loki often reminds me. After everything that has happened, I feel it would be hypocritical of me to cast judgement on our former teammates if I don’t address my own shortcomings,” Thor caressed Tony’s face softly. “I beg of you Tony… can you forgive me so that we may start over?”

            “I…” So close, so fucking close… “yes, I forgive you, Thor.”

            As if to prove it, he reached up and brush his lips against the god’s, however before he could pull away Thor grasped his head and pulled him into a deep kiss.

            “Thor!” Tony gasped when he felt hands cupping his ass.

            “My apologies,” Thor mumbled into neck though he didn’t sound sorry in the least. “I am afraid I’m a bit envious that Colonel Rhodes has had you already… Loki spent most of the party tormenting me with pieces of what he saw last night.”

            “W-What did he say?” he could feel his jacket being pushing down and his tie undone, and was that the bed he was suddenly seating on?

            “That you make the most delightful noises,” his vest was now on the floor, quickly followed by his shirt. “that your ass is perfectly round…”

            Thor gently brushed his hand across Tony’s chest, teasing one nipple causing him to gasp and moan, “and that you are quite sensitive here…” He licked the other nipple before gently sucking it into his mouth.

            “N-not… not there! Please…” Tony begged, already feeling his trapped cock harden. He already felt like he could explode, and his pants hadn’t even come off yet!

            Thor ignored his pleas, making sure to give both nipples equal attention with his mouth. He gently cupped Stark through his trousers and was pleased to feel how hard he was, he wondered if he could make him come just from this. His answer came when Tony shouted, and his hand suddenly felt damp. He let him catch his breath and admired the love bites over his chest.

            Tony draped his arm over his eyes and tried to steady his breathing… did he just come from nipple play… alone? He couldn’t even do that in college and yeah there had been some who tried. He heard a belt being undone and his soiled pants and boxers being pulled down, he hoped Thor didn’t just toss them into the laundry, last thing he wanted was for someone like Alice to find them- “THOR!” he nearly jumped out of his own skin feeling his soften cock being engulfed in warmth. To his amazement – and embarrassment – he quickly became hard again.

            “H-how?”

            “Everyone knows I am the God of Thunder and Lightning…” Thor mused with a mischievous smirk better fitted for his brother, as he cleaned the remaining cum off Tony. “But many forget that I am also the God of Fertility… and as such I can make a man’s refractory period nonexistent which I plan to use to my advantage tonight.”

            “What… what are you going to do?”

            “I hope you don’t have plans later Tony,” Thor told him as he took off his sweats, freeing his cock that definitely belonged to a god – not that Tony would have any references for that – and grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside table. “Because I plan on doing you, for the rest of the night.”

            Coating his fingers, he started with one while grasping Stark’s cock, making sure to tease the tip every time he hit his prostate. It didn’t take long before he was coming again, and Thor used his cum as extra lube to add a second finger to start again… and again with a third… and again with a fourth until the man underneath him was a mess.

            “How… how many more until you finally fuck me already?!” Tony couldn’t take much more… he couldn’t even remember how many times he came but he knew it was more than he ever did in a single day.

            “Patience, Tony… I do not wish to hurt you. Your body must be properly stretched and lubed… and relaxed first,” truthfully four fingers was a bit much… but Thor didn’t want to cause any discomfort… and the face Tony made each time he came was… mesmerizing.

            Finally, he figured Stark to be more than prepared enough, and eased him onto his cock, watching his eyes widen the deeper he sank until they were flush against each other, the smaller man’s arms wrapped around his neck like a lifeline as he thrusted in and out; the sounds Tony made driving him further to his own release, only stopping when he felt Tony come again to give him a moment rest before continuing.

            “Oh- fuck- god- Thor- please!” he wasn’t sure how many more he had in him, could he die from this? Death by Norse cock…

            “Does the Man of Iron enjoy being taken by a god?” teased Thor. “Does he enjoy the feeling of Thor’s Hammer?”

            “Holy hell, Thor that was corny as- FUCK!” Tony came one last time, Thor following right after.

            They laid there panting, Tony ready to fall asleep and barely registering Thor picking him up and carrying him into the bathroom, or the feel of warm water as he was gently cleaned up. He tried to reach for the clothe but Thor held it out of his reach.

            “Sleep, Tony. I will take care of you.”

            He slowly drifted away, when was the last time someone took care of him? Steve?... Steve did at first, but slowly left him alone… how long until everyone else leaves?

**TS**

Alice grumbled as she answered the call. “Your Highness, it’s currently three in the morning and I have had to spend several hours blocking out unmentionable sounds from my father, so this better be good.” At least the Barton’s were staying on the opposite side of the mansion, and their room had been made soundproof so they wouldn’t be disturbed by the alert or Avenger shenanigans.

            “… I will not ask. But I have been informed by my mother that we’re short a head amongst our… guests.”

            “One of those dunderheads decided to leave eh? It would be asking too much for it to be the Sokovian twat considering her head is wanted on a Vibranium platter on every single continent.”

            “It’s Romanoff, we believe she is seeking out Tony… I believe they still think they will be welcomed back with no consequences,” how exactly they could have come to that conclusion is beyond him, but even his father had stopped trying to understand them ages ago.

            “Oh really? And she’s supposed to be the smart one, she must still think she can hide… but father made sure he could always find her no matter how good of a disguise she wore.” It was something he worked out after the first time she betrayed him. “I’ll keep an eye out but for now I want to see what she does… there’s a good chance she’s still running errands for Rogers and we could use this to flush them out of your home.”

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            “Good morning, Sir,” JARVIS, ever dignified JARVIS came into the room without so much as a raised eyebrow to the fact his master was very much naked under the covers next to an equally naked Thor. “It is currently nine AM, the weather is partly cloudy at forty-one degrees with a small chance of snow later on.”

            “Thank you JARVIS,” Tony attempted not to blush when he fully came to his senses and realized where exactly he was. It was not like his baby hadn’t seen him in all kinds of states but camera lenses were different than the eyes staring at him. “What are the chances I can sneak out of here without someone knowing what happened last night?”

            “Sister Alice has requested all rooms be soundproofed in the near future, so it is safe to say everyone is fully aware of yours and Master Thor’s activities with the exception of the Barton children.”

            “Oh my god!” he buried his face in his hands. “I wasn’t that loud, was I?!”

            “Vision contemplated checking in on you at some point out of concern,” he gave Tony a once over as if ensuring he was indeed unharmed. “I took the liberty of explaining your screams were far from duress.”

            “Oh god!”

**TS**

            Tony entered the meeting room, avoiding looking at everyone and wishing the ground would just swallow him up already because there was no way it could get any worst.

            “Good morning,” and of course the universe wants to make him suffer, because there was Bruce Wayne standing next to his daughter with the most smuggest not smirk on his stupid face.

            “What are you doing here?” Rhodey narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

            “The Justice League wants to officially partner up with the Avengers, and as the Leagues main benefactor it only makes since I would be the one shaking hands with the Avengers leader.”

            “Which would be Tony… who you hate.”

            “Don’t believe the tabloids Colonel, me and Tony were actually very close for a time…” he glanced over at the man in question. “Very close.”

            “Oh god shut up!” Tony groaned; he did not want this conversation to happen! Not in front of his… boyfriends? – were they his boyfriends? – or his daughter for that matter!

            “Before this turns into a conversation I really do not need to hear,” Alice turned to glare at a certain thunderer who couldn’t even bother looking ashamed of himself. “And really, there are things about my father that I just do not need to know, thank you. We have a situation with a certain Spider.”

            “Peter isn’t doing dumbass shit again, is he?” Tony asked in concern, after the incident with the Vulture he had half the mind to confiscate the suit until his eighteenth birthday.

            “No, thanks to Venom and Deadpool Spider-man hasn’t returned with so much as a bruise lately, I’m talking about Romanoff. She left Wakanda, probably running errands for Rogers again which means she’s no doubt seeking you out about their nonexistent pardons.”

            “As if that’s Tony’s responsibility anymore,” Banner scuffed. “He’s not their damn lawyer.”

            “No, but it does bring an opportunity to clean up Wakanda’s pest problem,” Wayne said. “I had come to propose a plan to Tony, but seeing as he is in a relationship, I will need to come up with something else.”

            “We just need Rogers to decide to leave Wakanda,” Alice cut in. “If he leaves the others will follow and we can pick them up without revealing we knew where they were the whole time.”

            “But he won’t leave without a good reason, that’s why Natasha is doing his dirty work, it doesn’t matter in the long run if she gets caught, they need soldiers, not spies,” Rhodey stated.

            “He’ll leave if she gives him a good reason to,” Tony said. “He always listened to her more than he ever listened to me, if she told him jump off the Helicarrier he’d do it without a parachute and honestly believe it was the right thing.”

            “So… we give her something interesting to report back, something that will definitely get Mr. Self-Righteous’ attention.”

            “We’ll have to brainstorm some ideas for later,” Alice frowned. “I have a therapy session today but just so Charles will get off my back about it. And Father, you promised to stop by the institute later.”

            “Yes, institute, today, I’ll be there,” in truth he had forgotten about it but he’ll have FRIDAY give him a reminder later. Honestly he wasn’t sure why she wanted him to meet these particular friends of hers, or why they couldn’t just come to the mansion.

**TS**

            Clint knew he fucked up.

            He saw the numerous missed calls from Laura, listened to her increasingly panicked voicemails asking – no, begging – him to come home because the farm had been compromised and they were surrounded. Now he couldn’t get an answer, except for one text.

            Safe with Tony – LB

            But where exactly was safe? Did Stark put them up in the Tower? Or did he have a safe house? Clint wanted answers had no way of getting them so instead he laid in bed wondering where it all went to shit.

            He remembered Steve calling because Stark – and when did Tony turn into Stark?! – had Wanda locked up in the compound. He remembered promising Laura he’d be back in a few days after he checked on her and maybe lectured Tony about a persons right to freedom or something. He remembered groaning about how Steve was overreacting because Wanda was fine – she was cooking with Vision for fucks sake! – and was ready to call him and ask can he please not drag the rest of the team into his quarrels with his boyfriend?

            … But why did he attack Vision?

            … Why the fuck had he been so angry at Tony? Ultron? Why wasn’t he mad at Bruce then? He stopped being afraid of Mean and Green a long time ago… why wasn’t he mad at Wa-

            He clutched his head, feeling as if it was being split open with a dull knife, he tried to remember the technique Loki told him to shake off mind control, he had been so fucking proud when he managed to keep Wanda out of his head back at that warehouse… or did he?

            The pain had stopped, luckily it wasn’t an active attack, just leftovers from before… but what it meant made his blood freeze.

            Wanda hated Tony with every fiber of her being… suddenly everyone seems to have an issue with the genius. Wanda hated being blamed for anything, suddenly everything was Tony’s fault and his alone – she was terrified of the Hulk so she wouldn’t dream of angering Bruce after the first time – Wanda fucked up and jump-started what Clint was waiting for since Thor arrived, suddenly every single government and Tony was the bad guy…

            Holy fucking shit!

            He needed to talk to someone! But who could he talk to? Steve was so far gone Clint wondered if there was anything left anymore, Sam followed Steve’s orders like a good soldier, he didn’t know Scott well enough to trust him, Natasha left… a suicide mission now that his head was clear enough to think.

            He needed out of here, lord only knew what she was doing – she could be listening to his thoughts right now! – Fuck off! He waited for pain, for any sign that she heard him but nothing. Maybe she was busy mind fucking someone else? Either way he needed to get out.

            Unfortunately he knew he would be filled full of lead before he made it to North America, hell he had taken out targets with less charges than what he was facing, and whatever idea of pardons Steve thought they were getting were effectively nonexistent – kind of happens when you cause more damage than Al Qaeda – but he also knew he couldn’t stay.

            Trying to steel his mind and project the same anger and arrogance he had earlier he left his room. Sam was watching the news, something about Bruce Wayne set to meet Tony Stark about the Justice League signing the Accords… if that was true then Steve could consider them all fucked because nobody is going to care about a disgraced Captain America when Golden Boy Superman is around. Scott appeared to be reading a book, however Clint’s eyes could make out a packet of sorts behind the Wakanda Wildlife vol. 2… the accords? Maybe Clint wasn’t alone, but he needed to get in touch with Tony or someone who can pass on a message because it was only a matter of time before Wanda got annoyed with her new cage.

            Wanda and Steve weren’t around, though he could faintly make out sounds coming from Steve’s room and resisted the urge to burst in arrows firing. He’d feel guilty about not helping him later, hell he’d pay for whatever therapy he wanted and needed as soon as they were free from that witch!

            They were warned not to leave the apartment King T’Chaka had given them away from prying eyes, looking back it was a miracle the man hadn’t set it on fire with them in it for their behavior. But Clint needed to speak with someone with authority who could hopefully get in touch with Tony… he just hoped the guards weren’t ordered to shoot first.

            “Mr. Barton?” as expected he had barely made it out two steps before someone had spotted him.

            “Listen, I know I’m not supposed to leave, but I need to talk to Tony Stark or someone who can get a message to him.”

            “Prince T’Challa is due to arrive later today if your team wishes for an audience.”

            “My team is all fucked up right now! Wanda… she’s been messing with our heads for who knows how long and honestly I would rather sit in a cell than stay in the same space as her.”

            “… Then I have no choice but to bring you with me, however I’m sure Queen Ramada would love to hear your tale.”

**TS**

            Tony just wanted a cup of coffee, and trusted Wayne not to do anything to his team while he went into the kitchen. Darcy was there as well and Tony naively assumed she was too engrossed into her tablet to speak to him.

            “So did you enjoy Thor’s Hammer?” she asked suddenly and had the audacity to shriek when she was sprayed with hot coffee as Tony choked.

            “I better not see any mention of anyone’s sex life on any of your accounts – professional or otherwise – or you’ll wish you were back watching stars in the desert.”

            “Relax Boss Man,” she held up her hands in surrender but accepted the towel he handed her. “Everything is strictly PG13, though I can’t say the same about our fans… I’ve already reported multiple sexual fanfictions about Spider-Man today, Deadpool was not happy to find out a lot of people ship them.”

            “… They do know he’s underage right?” he was sure that tidbit was released when Peter signed.

            “They don’t really care and it’s disgusting. They try to justify it as a fantasy or whatever, something not real.  Look, here’s one shipping him with you!”

            “… Release a statement- no two statements. Any and all sexual works of Spider-Man will be considered child porn and violators will be persecuted. Also if anyone thinks I’m a pedophile they better have ample evidence for my lawyers,” This was going to be a long day; he could feel it in his bones. “FRIDAY, how much longer until QUEEN is ready to wake up?”

            “Her coding should be finished in approximately twenty-four hours, Boss,” FRIDAY offered.

            QUEEN was Tony’s newest AI, designed to seek out suspicious or harmful content on the web that could damage an Avenger’s reputation and act accordingly with the legal team.

            “Already done, just need your signature. Should I keep my eyes out for anything else nasty? You’re still the most popular but now most of the Tony/Steve works are either abandoned or deleted.”

            “Nobody knew about our relationship outside the team,” Tony frowned.

            “Didn’t matter if it was official, people either suspected something was going on or they thought you two were hot together. Nowadays it’s a tie between you and Strange or you and Loki.”

            “Well, they’re not wrong…” he muttered, wondering when the internet became so weird, back in his day everyone kept that shit in their journals under their bed and shared it with only their most trusted confidants. Before he left, he turned back to Darcy. “And to answer your question, yes I did, and you should be jealous.”

**TS**

            Alice sighed as she stepped into her new therapist’ office. Really, she didn’t see why she needed this. Yeah, her childhood up to age eight sucked but she made peace with it a long time ago. But apparently frequently ditching reality for a world she may or may not have created wasn’t ‘making peace’ according to Charles.

            “Good evening, Alice,” greeted her doctor, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a full beard and mustache. “My name is Dr. Angus Bumby, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

**TS**

            Natasha was angry. At Bruce for leaving her without even saying goodbye or giving her a reason why he needed to leave; sure, she made him turn into the Hulk when he was afraid to, but it was necessary! And at Tony for being Tony and not being able to act like an adult for once!

            Now here she was, an Avenger who should be riding in luxury on one of Stark’s planes now forced to stowaway on a dirty ship like a criminal! Even when she was working for the Red Room she always had nice accommodations, often paid for by her unsuspecting target. SHIELD occasionally had her ride like a middleclass nobody to blend in, God she was so dumb to complain about how small economy was when now her legs were practically wrapped around her head!

            Tony better buy her a brand new wardrobe for this! And a bathtub – what the hell kind of billionaire didn’t have a bathtub or a pool?! – Natasha had tolerated his aversion to water for long enough it was time for him to be a big boy and get over it!

            When she sees him again all bets are off, Tony Stark needs to be controlled, even if it meant keeping him in bed until he was needed. It would be a good gift for Steve too, he always pouted about Stark being too busy, of course she’ll need to teach him how to handle Tony; sleeping with a man was one thing, cuffs and rope might give the soldier a heart attack.

            Little did she know, another billionaire philanthropist was thinking the same thing.

**TS**

            “Welcome, Mr. Stark,” Charles greeted with a smile, “might I ask why you brought a pie?”

            “… Vision learned it’s polite to bring something when visiting neighbors,” which sounded lame, but his baby was learning manners – good – manners and he refused to discourage his son.

            “I see, perhaps one day he can come over and teach proper etiquette to the students, I’m afraid I overlooked that subject much to Erik’s distain.” And really, he’ll never understand how Erik could know or even care about such things, maybe even more so than Charles who grew up breathing it.

            “I’ll be sure to let him know, he was really looking forward to seeing it when I suggested Wanda study here,” of course she refused because she thought it was degrading and something about not trusting telepaths. “I don’t suppose you know why Alice was so adamant that I come here?”

            “Erik is bringing them as we speak.”

            Suddenly a gust a wind flew passed and Tony was free from his apple and cinnamon offering. Which was a good thing otherwise he would have dropped it seeing the boy who took it in all of his silver haired glory.

            “… Pietro?!”

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            “… My names Peter, actually,” the Pietro lookalike said after looking like he swallowed something sour, he lacked the accent Tony remembered and his face was less severe. “The only one who calls me Pietro is my mom when I’m in trouble.”

            “Tony, this is Peter Lehnsherr; one of Erik’s children. Peter this is of course Tony Stark, Alice’s father and she asked him to come and meet you and Wanda.”

            “W-wait, wait! There’s another Wanda?!” he hadn’t bothered putting up his defenses because most telepaths get a serious headache just trying to skim the top of his thoughts, of course Wanda never bothered actually entering his head so much as forcing external thoughts into it.

            “Peter!” a young woman came running around the corner closely followed by an exasperated Erik. “Don’t you dare eat that whole thing by yourself, you little shit!”

            “But it smells so good!” Peter held it out of his sister’s reach. “And Mr. Stark brought it himself!”

            “Children, please behave!” Erik groaned like a dad who was so done.

            “Wanda, language; and before you ask, I mean the proper English one. Peter, give that to Erik, and if you stop vibrating, I’ll even give you an extra big slice of it. Now both of you, Mr. Stark is obviously very confused, so we best have a seat so we can explain.”

            Confused was an understatement, but he let them usher into the lounge where he got to witness Erik effortless cut up the pie with a knife in the air before distributing it. Peter as promised got an extra big piece which he probably would have shoved into his face if not for the glare of his father and sister.

            “Now, Tony I’m sure you have questions. I’ll try to start with the obvious, no, they are not clones, these two are the biological children of Erik Lehnsherr and Anya Maximoff, and the reason why Alice wanted you to come so badly was to help them, specifically Wanda.”

            “Okay… I’m assuming the issue is that people mistake you for the other Wanda,” Tony theorized, he could understand why, she looked very much like Maximoff except her face was softer and she held herself much more mature.

            “Unfortunately yes, the Wanda everyone knows by now is our cousin from our mom’s side of the family… do you want to hear a sad and slightly pathetic story?”

            “Sure,” he took a bite out of pie, Vision had definitely improved thanks to JARVIS’ teachings and probably a good amount of the Food Network.

            “My mother had an older brother named Oleg, they survived a whole lot together and were so close even after Mom moved to the states to study, at some point he married a woman named Iryna who… had some issues.”

            “She was jealous of literally everything and everyone especially our Mom, she didn’t think it was normal for siblings to be so close and always tried to one up Mom,” Peter explained. “She was so angry that Mom got a degree with honors when she couldn’t even finish whatever is the equivalent of high school over there. When she found out Mom was pregnant she immediately pushed our uncle into having kids even though they were struggling to make ends meet.”

            “Even worse when she found out Mom was expecting a girl and was planning on naming her after their late mother Wanda, she insisted she was going have a girl and wanted to name her Wanda. Mom of course gave birth first and it turned out she was having twins, she kept the name Wanda for the girl and named the boy Pietro after her grandfather who helped raised her and her brother when their own father abandoned them.”

            “And somehow Iryna had twins as well and gave them the same names?” Tony asked. It seemed so dumb but he’s watched enough Jerry Springer to see it was possible.

            “Actually, no. Cousin Wanda is an only child.”

            “… Then who the hell was calling himself Pietro?”

            “We don’t know yet,” Charles sighed. “There are no records of another Pietro Maximoff, and I was never able to locate him with CEREBRO when he was alive, and it couldn’t be because of his speed because it’s been calibrated to register Peter even when he’s going his absolute fastest.”

            “And I could’ve left that bootlegged punk in the dust when I was ten!” Peter exclaimed confidently. “The clips I saw reminded me of when my powers first manifested, I’ve gotten much faster since then.”

            “I can attest to that,” Erik added.

            “Okay… I’m going to need some time to figure out all the variables before I can even think of a solution,” Tony could feel a headache coming on. A Wanda that didn’t hate him, a speedster that shouldn’t have existed, more family drama than a Spanish soap opera…

**TS**

            When I first started training, I was forced to wear not a stitch of clothing.

            “Your dignity is not worth your life,” Grandfather told me as I tried not to cover up lest I get punished again. “It should not matter how exposed you become in a fight, what difference does it make what dead eyes have seen?”

            “What if they aren’t dead, Grandfather?”

            “Then you have failed and deserve the shame.”

            Mother warned me what men liked to do to fallen girls in battle, however I was gone before I would train with the men…

**TS**

            “… ice? Alice?” Alice jolted awake, surprised considering she didn’t even remember falling asleep.

            “I’m… sorry Dr. Bumby,” was she that tired? Perhaps she should start going to bed earlier, JARVIS and FRIDAY always got on her case about her sleeping habits but… have they seen her father?

            “That’s quite alright, Alice, you seem exhausted after talking about your family,” Dr. Bumby assured. That’s right, they were talking about her family… or at least the censored version of it. “I think we can stop for today, I’d like to speak with you again next week.”

            “Of course… I’ll work it into my schedule doctor…” she felt strange. She wanted out of the room and into a bath… maybe she should pop into Wonderland for a few hours?

            She bid the doctor farewell and sluggishly evaporated to her room at the institute, she locked the door and threw herself onto the bed, her body felt wrong… a hand subconsciously slipped under her shirt, and she gasped feeling her nipple so erect and sensitive.

            Why? Was it almost her time of the month? Her body has never reacted this strongly before. She should stop… there were impressionable children and telepaths nearby… she should at least go somewhere else. But it was like she was on autopilot, one hand dipped into her shorts and found herself already soaked.

            “Oh shit…” she half moaned as she teased herself. How long has it been? She was no virgin – the Queen would truly want her head if she knew what her and Stayne had done behind her back – but this was different, it was like being touched for the first time.

            She needed release; her body practically screamed for it! She turned onto her stomach and bit into her pillow as she worked two fingers into her dripping pussy, her shorts and panties hanging down one leg.

            “Myshka,” Piotr’s voice suddenly spoke behind her door. Alice froze in fear, he couldn’t see her like this! “You just came back from therapy yes? Would you like anything?”

            Yes, your metal dick in my- “N-no Piotr, I’m good just… very tired. I think I’ll take a cat nap for a bit.” Please just go away, go away before I do something I’ll regret…

            “Okay, enjoy your sleep, let me know when you wake up and I’ll bring you lunch.”

            She held her breath until she could no longer hear his footsteps and let a strangled mixture of a cry and a moan, her hands continued their assault and her mind filled with fantasies of a certain Russian with a few of Wade thrown in because fuck it she was desperate!

            Suddenly she felt her orgasm rip through her, taking her by surprise and leaving her gasping for air. Several minutes passed before she regained her senses and looked down at the mess she made of her bed in shame.

            “… Why did I do that?”

**TS**

            Dr. Bumby watched her leave his office, his calm expression dropping into one of glee as he pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. A personal concoction of his, when mixed with a patients drink served as both a sleeping agent and a minor aphrodisiac, Miss. Stark would no doubt be following his suggestion after the micro dose he gave her with her tea.

            Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t dare use such things against a high profile patient, but his benefactor had personally requested for her to be properly broken for their plans, assuring him that as long as he didn’t rush the procedure or bring unnecessary attention to himself no one will suspect him and he’d be able to continue his work.

**TS**

            Bruce Banner couldn’t sleep. Far too many things swirled in his head; former teammates, current teammates, Wayne and his stupid smug face, Loki being a troll – if he had less control he’d have pummeled him into the ground… again. And since he couldn’t sleep, he opted to do some work in his lab, of course he needed to pass Tony’s own workshop and the light was on so he figured he’d at least have someone to bounced ideas off of and was greeted with a sight that would be burned into his mind for a very long time.

            Tony stood with his back facing the door, muscles and ass – and wow he did have a very nice ass – on full display as he toyed around with whatever he was busy with, completely unaware he had an admirer.

            “So, you weren’t joking about working in the nude,” Bruce’s voice echoed, Tony probably chose not to listen to music until the soundproofing was finished.

            “Jesus fucking Christ, Bruce!” Tony jumped and turned and eye contact Banner you’re not an animal! Remembering he was in fact naked Tony blushed and pulled a chair strategically in front of himself. “In my defense I did warn you that I sometimes worked however I woke up or in this case failed to sleep in-”

            “Tony,” Bruce hoped to gain his attention before he went off on an hour long tirade.

            “- and how can I be expected to wear clothes when the mansion’s temperature is kept comfortable, and I swear nightclothes feel like sandpaper for some reason and you can ask Murdock, he’ll back me up-”

            “Tony…”

            “- right you haven’t met Murdock yet, nice guy for a lawyer, I started up a fund for his firm so his less fortunate clients don’t have to worry about money-”

            “Tony am I going to need to use that technique Wayne mentioned?”

            That got his attention and he started sputtering like a fish out of water, face redder than his suits.

            “He told you about that?!”

            “Among other things… Rhodes might have been taking notes, to be honest I never considered you’d be into that kind of thing,” Honestly Tony always seemed like the kind of guy who would want other people on their knees…

            “… I’m full of surprises,” Tony turned his head. He couldn’t believe Wayne outed him like that!

            “What are you working on?” he peered over his shoulder at one of the display screens. “… that’s my blood.”

            “Yeah… I was working on something for the gamma radiation, you mentioned that your blood was heavily irradiated and other body fluids probably were too.”

            “It was one of the reasons me and Nat never got intimate, I tried finding a way to neutralize it but the Big Guy didn’t appreciate that.”

            “That’s why I thought, instead of something you’d use that could trigger the Hulk, why not something the other person would use to shield themselves against the gamma radiation? Like a gamma contraceptive,” Tony moved over so Bruce could see his work.

            “… How long have you been working on this?” this was too detailed and thorough for something done in a night of restlessness, even for Tony Stark.

            “Don’t get upset? But I actually started working on this when you and Romanoff first started making kissy faces at each other… tried telling Nat about it and she told me to stay out of it, I was going to show you but then Ultron happened and then you left, it does protect me against exposure with your blood but...”

“It still needs to be tested for other exposures,” Bruce couldn’t help but be touched, and pissed at his old team. Don’t get upset? Why would he? Tony had thought about him, he wanted to help him before the idea of them together was even possible, and Natasha… how could she act like it was her decision alone? How would she have felt if Strange came to him and said he could restore her ovaries and he told him to butt out?

            She would have been pissed, because it was her body… yet she saw no problem using his body against him.

            “B-Bruce?” Tony could feel a hand on his back, a little too close to his ass…

            “We should test it,” Bruce said suddenly. He had long ago accepted giving up any sort of intimacy, even when Tony decided to give them all a chance he expected to watch and touch but never touch. But now…

            “Y-you wanna test it now?” Tony yelped, feeling a hot mouth on his neck. “What if something goes wrong?”

            “We could wake up Strange to watch if you want?” Bruce teased, grasping Tony’s cock. He chuckled feeling it pulse and harden at his words, Tony really was an exhibitionist; they should look for a way to explore it further later.

            “N-no, not- not that…” his body betrayed him, he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into Bruce’s hand. Did Wayne tell them the real reason he avoided doctors?

            “I have enough experience with gamma radiation, plus I know you Tony, you don’t half-ass anything,” Bruce grabbed a small vial marked RadAway, because of course Tony was a closeted nerd and he probably had a contingency plan for a nuclear fallout since college. “How fast is its effectivity? How long does it last?”

            “Takes… fifteen minutes to circulate my system, a single dose lasts for about five hours,” he took the vial and downed it in a grimace, he seriously needed to work on the taste.

            “Fifteen minutes, huh?” Bruce had an uncharacteristically evil look when he pushed him onto his work table and climbed on top of him. “There’s a lot we can do in fifteen minutes.”

            “What the hell is with you people in desecrating my beautiful labs?!” first Rhodes violated his ass over his workbench, now Bruce- oh now Bruce had his tongue in his mouth.

            “Human’s just can’t help but destroy perfect things…” Bruce mumbled into his skin as he moved down his neck.

            “That was corny but I’ll allow it because my labs are perfect and- oh!” Bruce’s mouth had found a nipple and started to suck and tease until it was hard then moving to the center of his chest, where the arc reactor used to be. “Ah! Not there… Bruce, p-please I’m still-”

            “I always wondered if the scars around the arc reactor would be sensitive,” Bruce spoke suddenly.

            “… You almost went green on me the first time I showed you.”

            “Because I assumed you knew some genius doctor who was living a good life after doing what should have been impossible to you, seeing how much pain you had to have been in even years later was like a slap to the face,” he followed the path that used to be riddled with scar tissue, enjoying the little sounds Tony made. Sounds of pleasure, not pain and if he had his way he’ll never have to experience anything like that again.

            Tony’s cock was dripping by the time Bruce reached his naval, he gathered up some of the pre-cum on his fingers and used it to tease open Tony’s hole.

            “I’m surprised you’re still tight, I thought Thor would have been more thorough with his Hammer.”

            “Oh my god, seriously?!”

            “Oh, the things I’ve heard coming from that mouth Tony...” Bruce chuckled darkly. That night was torture, listening to his new lover get his brains fucked out of him and not even able to touch himself because he didn’t want to risk anyone nearby getting gamma poisoning…

            Speaking of which, it might not be a good idea to do this in his lab unless they were willing to thoroughly clean and sterilize it later, luckily, they had a nice big decontamination room equipped with a Hulk sized shower.

            Tony didn’t protest when he was dragged away into the adjoining room, more worried about taking off Bruce’s clothes; he succeeded in taking off his purple shirt before he was spun around and pushed against the cold tile wall, Banner continuing his ministrations from earlier. One finger worked his hole open, after a few thrusts it brushed against the bundle of nerves that made Tony’s toe curl and let out a wanton moan.

            “God, Tony…” Bruce added another finger. “That was filthy, if I knew you could make those kinds of sounds our time on the Helicarrier would have been a lot more fun.”

            “Nothing would have gotten done,” Tony breathed out, bracing his hands on the tile.

            “Oh I don’t know about that, you are very good at multitasking,” a third finger was now stretching his hole. “I would’ve love to see you try to work with your pants down, would’ve kept certain people out of the lab, too.”

            “Bruce, please! It’s been fifteen minutes!” he needed more, more than just fingers.

            “Finally,” at least someone had been keeping track. Bruce wasted no time freeing his cock and teasing Tony’s hole with the tip, even after properly stretching he didn’t want to hurt Tony.

Slowly he pushed pass the ring of muscle and had to fight the urge to snap his hips. It had been far too long and Tony’s ass was squeezing him just right, by the time he was fully inside he was shaking, knowing he wasn’t going to last long. He kept still, letting Tony get used to it before grasping the mans neglected cock and setting a pace that was both too much yet not enough.

            Tony couldn’t hold back his moans, not when Bruce was hitting his prostate on every thrust, the bastard wasn’t even that kind of doctor yet he was able to play his body like a fiddle and just when he felt he was about to come Bruce stopped like the sadistic asshole he was before starting again.

            “B-Brucie baby, please- I need… I need to come!” but his pleas fell on deaf ears as Bruce withheld his orgasm again.

            Bruce did it a third time and Tony was ready to cry at such cruelty, surely Bruce should be ready to release yet it almost seemed like he was growing bigger- wait.

            “Bruce?” Tony twisted his neck and sure enough Bruce’s skin had turned greenish and he was definitely growing. “Oh nononononono! Bruce- please don’t- not inside you’ll tear me apart!”

            And Strange would kill them both for being so stupid, if Rhodey doesn’t first!

            “The Other Guy isn’t making an appearance, Tony,” Bruce assured, voice deeper than normal. “He doesn’t want to hurt his favorite Tin Man.”

            Suddenly Tony found himself in the air, while Bruce wasn’t nearly the size of the Hulk he had still grown pretty big and was easily able to lift up the billionaire and carry him over to a full sized mirror – why exactly did he put a mirror in here again? – where he was given an obscene view of his ass being stretched by an over sized and slightly green cock.

            “We both know you like being watched Tony, now I want you to watch yourself getting fucked nice and hard.”

            “Oh god…” he barely had time to prepare himself before Bruce pulled almost completely out and thrust back in, turning his world into a white void, he couldn’t think, could only feel himself being impaled over and over again.

His release approached and this time Bruce showed mercy and didn’t stop, even after Tony painted his own stomach with cum he continued his relentless assault until his own orgasm ripped through. Tony whimpered feeling his insides fill up more than ever, he looked at himself in the mirror and would have came again if he could. Rather it was because Bruce hadn’t dared cum in years or some element of the Hulk, there was more semen than he could hold and it was starting to push Bruce’s cock out of his ass.

Exhaustion took them both and they collapsed onto the tile, Bruce took Tony’s face in his -now normal sized – hands, eyes searching for something.

“Feel sick Tony? We should check your blood for gamma poisoning, I honestly wasn’t expecting there to be so much- mfh!” Tony was apparently more interested in claiming Bruce’s mouth than his own health.

“Shower first, tests later… maybe after bed,” he added with a yawn, before staring intently at Bruce. “… so how was it?”

“Amazing, Tony,” Bruce grinned returning the kiss. “… Stephen’s going to have our heads though.”

“Totally worth it.”

Chapter Text

            It was barely six in the morning with most of the team still sound asleep. Rhodey sat at the table with a coffee in his favorite MIT mug and a tablet in his hand. The public was still skeptical of the new team but the fact they were all very open and willing to compromise where it mattered helped, plus they had an actual PR team this time, not just Tony. Honestly he was a little ( a lot) ashamed to realize how little he did back in those days and as sick as it made him he could somewhat understand why Rogers and his gang behaved like spoiled brats being told to take responsibility.

            Tony was their sugar daddy for years; he designed and built their equipment, he bought them every single thing they asked for – sometimes they didn’t even ask they just used his cards – and they lived a life of luxury on his properties rent free.

            But things were different now; sure Stark Industries, Wayne Enterprises, and several others had set up a fund for equipment and supplies, and even temporary cover living and food in the event someone became too injured for their regular job – which everyone was expected to have to some degree – however personal luxuries were up to the individual.

            Speaking of luxuries, Eddie came into the kitchen to make breakfast, or more accurately Venom was making breakfast while Eddie remained asleep at the counter. Lucky bastard.

            Of course, the alarm chose that moment to go off.

            “Waz happen’?” Eddie startled awake, Venom had retracted, though the alarm wasn’t a harmful frequency he still hated it.

            “Trouble,” Rhodes opened up a live feed of what looked like… white humanoid blobs attacking Metropolis “Big trouble!”

            He ran for his suit, almost crashing into a wet and naked – except for a towel – Tony, they really needed to figure out a better way to suit up. By the time the were ready and arrived at the War Room, a disheveled Bruce stood observing the news feed while Stephen started creating a portal to Metropolis.

            “Is this a Code Green?” Bruce asked.

            “Hold that option open,” Tony took his place over the computer and binged the Justice League, Batman’s face appeared in the corner of the screen. “What do we know so far?”

          “Aliens, no skeletal structure we can figure out, feel like slime and able to knock Superman back several feet, weaknesses unknown.”

            “bitchin’,” he turned towards Rhodes, “I need the Guardians to clear a perimeter, we’re going to try and keep these guys in one place, Bruce, right now I need you observing these bastards for any weakness we can exploit and if worse comes to worse we can see how they handle a good smashing.”

            “Got it,” Rhodes hoped they were up to the task, this would be the first time out on the field.

            “Understood, Tony,” Bruce had already pulled up multiple video feeds of the aliens. “Be careful, everybody.”

            “We’ll have a victory breakfast when we’re done,” he promised, stepping through the portal. “Alright, Spider-Man throw some webs at them and see what happens. Thor hit any stragglers with lightning but be careful of civilians. Strange, Loki if either of you knows any spells to make them less gooey that would be great.”

            “On it, Mr. Stark!” Spider-Man exclaimed over the radio, swinging into action. Tony was happy to see Deadpool follow the kid without having to be told, the insane merc had a soft spot for the young hero.

            “I’ve seen these creatures before…” Loki mumbled in confusion. Where was it?

            At first it glance it would appear like a madhouse with everyone throwing what they had into the mix. However journalists like J. Jonah Jameson would spent over an hour going over how each hero never used the same trick or tactic twice against the aliens unless it was effective. Thor had attempted to zap them with lightning until he saw it did little damage and actually left the aliens charged with dangerous static, which left him utilizing his hammer and forcing them to dispel the built up electricity; Iron Man had cycled through various different weapons ranging from repulsors (which did jack shit) to sound (which seemed to disrupt something in the aliens causing them to lose shape and slow their movements).

            The saving grace however came from Dr. Banner who was able to figure out the aliens were becoming weaker as the sun rose and were actually burning like an Irish ginger stuck in the desert when in direct light. Thor and Storm had then cleared the skies for maximum sun and those who tried to hide in the buildings were met with a newly signed Human Torch and Lex Luthor (AKA Dragonfly) equipped with a UV ray.

            In all it took a little over an hour to eliminate all threats, and almost another hour to organize clean up and schedule a press conference because alien invasions were kind of a big deal.

*TS*

            Steve was pacing. Another alien invasion?! He had been ready for the phone call, ready for Tony to ask him for help, but nothing. So he stood watching the news as Tony failed to adequately lead the team he made and gave their name, watched as the so-called Justice League scramble – and was that woman in a bathing suit?! – it was ridiculous, yet the news claimed otherwise, Tony probably paid them well.

            He hoped Natasha reached Tony soon; once they were back and he was in charge first thing was to remove several members like that Deadpool guy and those people from that weird school Tony tried forcing Wanda to attend, then he’ll focus on getting rid of the Accords and cutting ties with the Justice League, maybe even getting some of them locked up like that guy in black who beats up anyone down on their luck.

            Until then however they were stuck in this gilded cage. Poor Wanda was starting to feel as trapped as she was with HYDRA, Sam and Scott were getting twitchy too, and…

            “Has anything seen Clint?”

*TS*

            “This is troubling,” T’Chaka muttered. “If what you say is true, it is in everyone’s best interest that the witch’s power is contained.”

            “With all due respect the RAFT tried that and it didn’t go so well,” how many of those guards are okay? They were just doing their jobs yet he felt sick to his stomach remembering everything he yelled at them, even when they were suffering from Wanda’s magic. “And I would prefer not being around when it happens.”

            “Of course, we can arrange for you to be returned to the Americans, given your testimony and the fact any telepath or magician worth their talent could see you’ve been manipulated for months, I’m sure Mr. Stark will be able to work something out with the Accords committee.”

            “… I doubt he would, I’ve been kind of a dick to him, said some terrible things to him…”

            “Why don’t we call him and ask?” and with that T’Challa binged Mr. Stark’s number, because of course the ruler of one of the most powerful nations would have him on speed dial. After what felt like hours – but was probably seconds – the other end answered.

            “Senor Pantherness, what do I owe this honor?” Tony’s voice sounded happier than it had in a long time, in fact Clint couldn’t remember the last time his voice didn’t carry anxiety or tiredness.

            “I have an old friend of yours who wishes to speak to you,” T’Chaka motioned for Clint to speak, though he suddenly felt as if he had no voice.

            “… Hey Tony…” Really Barton? That’s the best you got?

            Silence rang throughout the room and he was worried Tony hung up before he heard his voice again. “What cha want, Legolas?”

            “… Can I come home, Bucket Head?” oh shit what if he said fuck no? Clint would if he was in his place, what right did he even have anymore? Would he beg? He would beg if he had to because he already tossed everything away what was his dignity worth anymore?

            “It’s about fucking time you asked, asshole.”

*TS*

            “Tony, we need to talk,” Stephen came to him before he had a chance to disappear after the promised celebratory breakfast, apparently Clint Barton had finally gotten his head out of his ass which meant phone calls to the committee and Murdock but all that could wait.

            “… What kind of talk? Because I already know about the birds and the bees and- oh you just teleported us into medical- oh crap Stephen I know I skipped post fight check but I wasn’t even hit!”

            “This isn’t about skipping medical, Tony…” and he could see he hadn’t been hit, aside from the helmet Tony was still wearing the suit and it wasn’t even scratched.

            “… Did Wayne say something because he’s a lying piece of shit and could probably give Loki a run for his money.”

            “Wayne said lots of things but this isn’t about that. This is about what you and another Bruce decided to do last night.”

            “… Oh. Ignoring how you could know about that-”

            “Banner confessed.”   

            “Traitor. But in our defense, we’re both alive,” which was an automatic success in his book.

            “I’ll counter your defense by reminding you that you failed to test or even examine yourself after the fact,” which begged the question if this was going to be a frequent thing, perhaps he should look for a spell to make Tony’s body… a little more forgiving, especially if Vishanti forbid Bruce got a little too excited.

            “I was going to!” Tony swore and he was! “But I fell asleep and woke up and figured a shower would be nice and then the alert happened and I just… forgot.”

            “Well now is better than never, isn’t it?”

            “… All the doctors are helping with civilians right now.”

            “And I’m what exactly?” Stephen gave him an unamused look.

            “My boyfriend!” Tony reminded him as if it didn’t answer anything. “I’m pretty sure there’s laws or rules or whatever about treating loved ones.”

            “Technically? Yes,” he agreed. “However, compared to everything else I’m sure nobody will care, and besides I rather you not accidentally traumatize some poor random soul.”

            “… I have no idea what you are talking about,” and he was certainly not fixated on Stephen’s hands slipping into a pair of gloves nor was he embarrassingly aroused from it. Note to self, make space in suit for unwanted boners.

            “Oh yes you do, Tony I will admit I assumed your aversion for hospitals were innocently due to the arc reactor,” he grabbed Tony’s chin and forced him to look at him. “Imagine my surprise to find certain videos hidden on your computer.”

            Oh. Oh shit, there were many kinds of videos on his computer which ones did he see?! How did he even find them?!

            “T-those were hidden how the hell-”

            “In a folder titled ‘World Domination’ Tony, I mean there I was thinking you were secretly going villain on us,” Strange kissed him softly before whispering in his ear. “When you just liked watching people tied up in stirrups, completely vulnerable and at the mercy of someone else…”

            “Stephen…”

            “Will you remove the suit so we can get started, Mr. Stark?”

            “I’m not wearing anything underneath,” he admitted, as he activated the release mechanism, he blushed at the intense stare Strange gave him. “Do you mind?”

            “I’m just making sure it comes off the way it’s supposed to Tony,” his face softened. “I rather never see you that way again, if I can help it.”

            That was actually kind of touching and no, Tony wasn’t going to cry about it later… much. The room suddenly felt chilly and yeah, he remembered he was suddenly very much naked, and a certain body part was way too excited.

            Strange leaned in to kiss him again, more deeply and passionately this time. He didn’t notice when he was pushed down onto the bed, more interested in claiming Stephen’s mouth. By the time they pulled away for air, Tony’s legs had somehow found themselves suspended in the air.

            “W-what-”

            “If…” Stephen breathed against his lips. “If you can keep your hands at your side, and let me exam you without interruption, I’ll give you a taste of what you crave Tony.”

            Tony nodded impatiently as Stephen left his side to grab something. He could do this; he wasn’t a mindless animal he could do this- suddenly a lubed finger gently pressed against his hole and he remembered his libido had reset back to his crazy sex days.

            “You’re surprisingly still tight for someone whose been fucked by a God and a partially turned Hulk, Mr. Stark.”

            “Don’t… don’t talk like that when you’re teasing my ass!” he practically begged, fists gripping the sheets so tight it would be a miracle of they don’t tear by the end of this.

            “Oh, but I’m not teasing you, Mr. Stark,” that finger had already managed to find his prostate – fucking doctors he swore – and made sure to hit it each time. “I’m examining you, while also stating facts regarding your health.”

            A second finger was added, and Tony began mentally reciting the elements of the arc reactor to fight against the urge to rock his hips, he could almost taste blood from biting his lips to remain silent.

            “Doc…” he whimpered.

            “Thankfully Mr. Stark I do not feel any tears or signs of radiation poisoning, however I will request a blood test just to be safe.”

            “Is… is that it?”

            “That’s it,” The fingers left him empty and he could hear latex being removed, Strange’s mouth was suddenly devouring his own. “You did so well, Tony…”

            “What… what do I get for being a good patient Dr. Strange?” he grabbed his cock and winced. “Not trying to complain but it’s getting a little unbearable right now.”

            “Mhm… most patients get a sucker; however, I get the feeling there’s something else you want in your mouth, Tony…”

            Stephen moved to the side of the bed, taking his own hardened cock out of his pants, letting out a moan when Tony obediently took him in his mouth. Fuck he knew that mouth could do more than piss people off!

            “Fuck that’s good Tony, s-so good,” he reached over and started stroking Tony’s neglected cock, the resulting moans nearly made him come right there.

            Knock, knock

            Both froze at the sudden interruption.

            “Dr. Strange?” it was one of the medics probably just returned from helping the wounded.

            “Yes?” he attempted to keep his voice even, pulling out of Tony’s mouth and ready to send someone to Antarctica.

            “Have you seen Mr. Stark? I don’t think he’s been cleared yet.”

            “I’m actually finishing up with him right now,” he gave Tony a smirk as he moved back in between his inviting legs, he had given barely any warning before he started to push against that ring of muscle, forcing Tony to clamp his hands over his mouth to be silent. “I’ve already given him a lecture and he will come see either me or Dr. Banner for any future medical needs, isn’t that right, Mr. Stark?”

            “Y-yes, of course, Dr. Strange,” Don’t move, don’t move, for fuck sake Stephen don’t- Strange suddenly thrust all the way in while casting a silencing spell over Tony’s mouth, a shame in his opinion because just looking at his eyes rolling back into his head he would’ve sounded exquisite.

            The medic left, assured that all was well and not having even the slightest clue what was going on in that room. After checking that the coast was clear, Stephen started a punishing pace, relishing the silent screams and moans coming from the genius.

            “You look breathtaking like this, Tony…” he groaned, feeling his release approach. He grasped Tony’s cock and stroked in synch with his thrusts, his free hand teasing his chest. “So good for me…”

            “S-Stephen!” Tony’s eyes widened hearing his voice fill the room but couldn’t stop. “Please, please I can’t take it anymore I need… I need to come!”

            “Then come Tony, let the whole goddamn mansion hear it!” he had already placed another silencing spell over the room, but Tony didn’t need to know that… yet.

            Tony felt his orgasm rip through his body, painting his abdomen in white spurts. After a few more thrusts that nearly drove him insane he felt Stephen release inside him. They remained that way catching their breathe until Stephen pulled Tony onto his shaky legs, casted a cleaning spell, and dragged him through a portal to his room to clean up.

*TS*

            “Are you certain of this?” T’Challa asked warily.

            “I don’t like it any more than you do but keeping him here is going to bring more trouble for us and him,” Shuri told him, looking over the numerous monitors. “If one of those annoying colonizers lets it slip we have the infamous Winter Soldier we’ll have other countries demanding his head.”

            “And they won’t if Mr. Stark is involved?”

            “Mr. Stark has the biggest reason out of everyone right now to hate him, but if he can put that aside to help him, James Barnes might actually get a second chance.”

            “I don’t particularly like asking someone to help treat their parent’s murderer,” Bast knows he would never be able to. “But perhaps this can help them both heal.”

            “We have to get rid of the blond one though, I do not wish to deal with him when he finds out Barnes is gone.”

Chapter Text

            Clint felt sick to his stomach. He hadn’t been able to sleep since he came to his senses or eat for that matter. As soon as King T’Chaka got the all-clear from Tony he was loaded onto a plane and sent back to New York, where surprisingly he was greeted by the genius along with what remained of the former team, he lowkey wanted to bury himself seeing Rhodes – Yeah T’Challa saved him from crashing but he didn’t know that when he threw that back-breaking comment at Tony.

            “Welcome back birdy,” Tony greeted as if he came back from vacation.

            “Good to be back where my head is clear,” he admitted, Wakanda had been nice – or at least he thought it was, he never had the chance to actually appreciate it with all the mind fuckery.

            “Yeah, there’s nothing quite like it,” Loki mentioned, a far-off look in his eyes and Clint wondered if this was what he felt like after the Chitauri.

            He must have really been exhausted because the next thing he knew he was standing in front of the judge, his lawyer – a man named Matt Murdock – and an older man in a wheelchair talked on his behalf which was probably a good thing because he didn’t think he would be able to form coherent sentences right now.

            “I barely touched the surface of Mr. Barton’s mind yet I can see how heavily he has been negatively influenced by a strong telepath, and not for a short amount of time either, this type of damage has been going on for months and has left long-lasting repercussions,” the man, was his name Charles? Explained and Clint didn’t think he liked what it all meant.

            Months? But it hasn’t been that long since he left his family… has it? Or had Wanda been in his head before that? Come to think of it… he named his son after her brother… someone he barely knew and yeah, he saved his life but so had so many other people… people who hadn’t willingly joined a Nazi organization first.

            “Do you believe Mr. Barton had any chance of resisting Maximoff’s influence?” asked the judge.

            “Absolutely not. Mr. Barton had previously fallen victim to being controlled shortly before the 2012 invasion and has received no treatment for it, I fully believe this was done intentionally by HYDRA to further weaken SHIELD should they acquire a telepath.”

            “Then there is only one thing I can do, Mr. Barton,” Clint jolted, making eye contact with the judge for the first time. He was an older man himself and he swore he saw him several times before. “As a former member of the Avengers who was taken out of retirement against your own will, you temporary fall under the Heroes Accords jurisdiction and therefore I hereby sentence you to house arrest within the Avengers facility which I have been informed also houses your family, during this time you will refrain from joining any assignments unless god forbid the world is at risk of ending. You will be kept under close monitoring and given treatment for your mental health; we will meet back in three months to discuss your progress. Dismissed.”

            House arrest? That’s… it? All that big talk about their rights being taken away and his punishment is basically what he was doing before sans therapy? Did Steve even read the Accords? Hell its better than what he would have gotten with SHIELD, or HYDRA, or whoever the fuck was actually in charge.

            It made his already uneasy stomach worsen. What was all that fighting for? Ross was a greedy, corrupt son of a bitch who had a hard on for Bruce Banner for years, but his days had been numbered since Harlem, only reason he avoided jailtime until now was because he was kissing the President’s ass, who can kiss his reelection goodbye now. Clint might actually watch the next election, with popcorn.

            “Hey, Bird Brain,” Clint snapped out of his thoughts and turned to Tony who was halfway out of the room. “You coming or what? Laura can only be so patient with three kids, and by the way, Nate’s allergic to peanuts which sucks because the kid loves peanut butter.”

            “Crap,” he cursed, speed walking to reach him. “He probably got it from me, how bad is it?”

            “Luckily he only broke out in a rash but still, Laura was very upset about it. Vision bought some alternatives to try and so far he likes the sunflower butter.”

“… There’s a sunflower butter?”

            “Apparently you can butter any kind of nut nowadays,” Tony said, frowning outside the window, the was a massive crowd gathered around as well as several reporters. “Crap.”

            “Is this bad?”

            “Well, it’s not good. I was hoping we could keep you a secret for now but we’ll just have to use it to our advantage,” he lead them down a corridor and sent a message to Happy to bring the car over. “Alright Katniss, you don’t remember where you’ve been, you don’t remember where the others are, and don’t mention Wanda, we can’t afford her finding out we know.”

            Clint steeled himself, reporters were never his concern being a spy he was expected to remain unseen, one of the many reasons he chose to retire was because the Avengers were becoming too well known and he didn’t want to bring unnecessary attention to his family. Of course that’s been all blown to hell now and not in a good way.

            “Mr. Stark!” A reporter shouted from the crowd. “Is it true you’ve found the Rogue Avengers?!”

            “That’s a negative unfortunately, Mr. Barton is the only one so far who has reached out to me though I do hope the others will eventually follow his lead.”

            “Mr. Barton, don’t you know where the others are hiding?”

            “No,” Clint tapped his head, and used his best exhausted voice. “Everything is a fog right now; I can’t even remember where I got picked up this morning.”

            “What matters is that he’s back where he belongs, with his family, we’ll find the rest of the Rogues with time. Until then please excuse us, there’s three children eagerly waiting for this man to come home.”

**TS**

            “What happened to him?” Scott asked, watching as Clint was placed in a car with Tony. “He was just sprouting hate towards Stark last week.”

            “Probably had a nervous breakdown,” Sam said. “I’ve seen it happen, stress and anxiety eat away at your mind until you snap and often you can’t remember hours sometimes days.”

            “What will happen to him now?” Steve wondered, concerned. He should have kept a closer eye on him, if he had known he was struggling he would have done something!

            “With Tony acting like they’re buddies again who knows? I just hope his family doesn’t suffer for it.”

            Wanda watched silently from her little corner. She did feel a little guilty playing so rough with Clint’s mind, she had originally intended to send him back to his family after Germany, but she became too focused on Steve’s mind to pay much attention to anyone else.

            Speaking of Steve, she pushed into his mind, and hid a smirk seeing his usual thoughts of Tony gone, granted his thoughts were quite empty due to her constantly messing around them with, but it was progress. She projected a random moment from their time in bed, only she manipulated herself to look like Stark’s spawn.

            Steve winced as if in pain and tried to shake the unwanted images out of his head. Alice was Tony’s daughter… his stepdaughter and he shouldn’t be thinking about her like that.

            Neither of them noticed the small piece of paper Scott snuck into Sam’s hand.

**TS**

            The reunion was touching and there were many tears and yes, maybe Tony shed a few himself holding Nate and watching Laura simultaneously throttle and hug Clint while Lila and Cooper held onto him as if he would disappear if they let go.

            Dinner was ready by the time things settled down, tonight was Alice’s turn though Tony could see her mind wasn’t on the parmesan chicken she making.

            “You ok, kid?” he asked her.

            “Mmm? Oh, yeah I’m fine…” she definitely didn’t sound fine. “I have another therapy appointment tomorrow, and I’m not so sure about it right now.”

            “Therapy is weird. Like most of the stuff mine tells me I already know but actually hearing someone else say it is just agh. It’ll get better over time, though, I promise.”

            “Of course,” she tried to smile but seemed tired. “Things always get better, right?”

            “Right.”

**TS**

            His daughter wasn’t the only one acting odd, Loki had been keeping himself up in his room for the past couple of days, only venturing out for food though according to FRIDAY he also walks aimlessly around the mansion late at night.

            Tonight, he couldn’t sleep either, and against his better judgment of respecting each other’s space he decided to visit Loki.

            He wasn’t expecting to find a passed-out Loki thrashing in his sleep against an imaginary enemy.

            “Loki! Hey, hey, buddy wake up!” Tony gently shook his shoulders, he could barely make out Loki’s frown in the dark- why was it dark?! “FRIDAY, lights please.”

            “I’m afraid I cannot, Boss,” FRIDAY told him, voice distressed. “Mr. Friggason’s magic interferes with the lights in his room when he has a nightmare.”

            “Great, fucking fantastic…” he had to think fast. The arc reactor was immune – mostly – to magic or at least Loki’s magic, and what the others didn’t know is that occasionally Tony felt empty without it, so he build a thin version that he could just stick to his chest, it doubled as a phone charger and gave him the idea to look into nanotech for his suits.

            Hearing Loki whimper in his sleep, he sped to his room and pulled out the arc reactor and the spirit gum he used to adhere it – and haters could suck it because at least he wasn’t a dumbass using gorilla glue or whatever – and ran back to Loki’s room.

            The room glowed with a soft blue light, he gently nudged Loki into consciousness who woke with a start and tackled him to the bed with a dagger in his neck.

            “… Is this payback about the whole performance issues thing?”

            “Tony…?” Loki’s eyes cleared as he regained his senses, he stared confused as if wondering why Tony was in his room and then glanced down at his chest. His eyes widened seeing the source of the light. “Why is your heart mechanical again? Were you injured? Or… or perhaps it was all a dream, and you were never healed. You are still with Rogers, yes. It would be foolish to think you’d actually agree-”

            Tony claimed his mouth before he could continue, maybe he should use his words first but that was a problem he was still working on and judging by how Loki relaxed and started taking control, he was sure he didn’t mind.

            “Still think it’s a dream?” he teased, tapping the light on his chest. “It’s not inside me anymore, this is just a glorified nightlight I stick to my skin sometimes when the nightmares get too much.”

            “You… you are still here,” Loki muttered in awe, hands caressing Tony’s chest, they brushed over his nipples which caused the man to gasp. “You did not die.”

            “N-no Loki, I’m right here, right here with you,” Tony assured not knowing what the hell he was supposed to do. Was Loki delirious? Should he call someone? Thor? Bruce? Stephen? A therapist? “I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but I’m right here.”

            “Thank the gods,” he groaned burying his face into Tony’s neck.

            Tony gently rubbed his back, Loki had obviously just had a nightmare, a very realistic nightmare and Tony could sympathize with that because he has had his fair share himself.

            “My dreams have been torture, if you do not die, then you are still with Rogers, if neither than you and the others reject me…”

            “I’m alive,” Tony assured firmly. “Whatever me and Steve had sailed and sunk faster than the Titanic, and sad for you but I’m quite comfortable and there’s no getting rid of me now.”

            “… You say that, but I doubt you’ll be able to honestly force yourself to stay by my side if you knew the truth.”

            Loki suddenly found their positions reversed, and a rather upset looking Tony staring down at him.

            “I thought we agreed no secrets?”

            “We did,” Loki agreed immediately, not sure if he was aroused by or scared of the hard look on Tony’s face. “I had meant to tell everyone – Thor already knows – but my nerves never allowed me to.”

            “That bad?”

            “Very.”

            “Are you secretly an alien that has little spider looking minions that’s going to molest my face to plant your babies?”

            “I will never forgive Peter for showing us those movies! Thor wouldn’t sleep in his own room for weeks!” which meant Loki couldn’t sleep for weeks with that insufferable snoring!

            “Well, I can’t fathom anything else that would turn me away from you,” Tony assured him, caressing his face.

            Something in Loki broke and try as he might to hold on to his illusion, he could fell it seep away. Pale skin gave to blue, the room suddenly became several degrees colder, red eyes watched his lover’s face waiting for him to revolt in disgust.

            Instead, Tony stared at him with a mixture of awe and fascination. Gentle fingers wiping away tears, and soft lips pressed against his cold ones.

            “That’s actually kind of hot, which is ironic, because you are definitely pretty cold.”

            “You… you can’t honestly say you find this monstrous form attractive?” Loki asked incredulously. “You do not need to lie on my behalf, I know what I am and-”

            Whatever he was going to say completely erased from his mind feeling a very excited and very hard Tony Stark push into his groin, followed by eager hands underneath his sleepshirt and a very hot mouth on his neck.

            “Attractive, is an insulting understatement. I found you divine, something that demands to be worshipped, of course, my idea of worship would’ve gotten me kicked out of church in a heartbeat,” he winked at the hilariously flustered god of mischief.

            Loki couldn’t stop the little moans and whimpers as Tony pulled his shirt off, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down his chest, making sure to give each nipple attention before continuing down, teasing the waistband of his already uncomfortably tight pants. Just when Loki was ready to enchant him to the bed and take control, Tony finally freed his harden cock.

            Tony had to wonder how the hell Loki kept his dick hidden, it was easily the same size as Thor possibly even bigger or at least longer – not that he was keeping records or anything. He grasped it and took it in his mouth, barely managing to take half of it. Relaxing his throat as best as he could, he managed to take all of it causing Loki to release a series of curses in a language he didn’t understand.

            “Gods… so good, that mouth, feels so good,” he breathed out. Shocked when Tony grabbed his hands and placed them on top of his head. “You want me to…?”

            Tony merely hummed around his length, which nearly caused him to release right then and there. Holding the man’s head, Loki thrusted in and out of his mouth, amazed by how well he handled it. He needed more, he needed more of this impossible man.

            Tony felt his pants being pulled down and Loki loosened his grip on his head enough for him to release his cock and turn behind him and see… another Loki? Another smirking, blue Loki holding a bottle of lube and slowly circling a finger around his asshole. The Loki in front of him adjusted himself to be on his knees, pulling Tony’s attention back where it was supposed to be and without hesitating, he opened his mouth to retake Loki’s cock.

            “Good boy,” Loki praised. “So good, Tony. Gods, don’t stop.”

            Tony’s mouth was a sweet, sweet, torture. With every movement the second Loki made, with every added finger, Tony would respond with a deep, vibrating moan that was almost too much to bear. Once Tony’s body was ready, the second Loki vanished, and the real Loki pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop.

            “Turn around,” Loki ordered. Tony obeyed without a word and turned around, laying face down on the bed, ass invitingly in the air. “Perfect, you are so perfect.”

            “N-no need for flattery…” he muttered, embarrassed.

            “On the contrary,” Loki said, easing into his ass. “There is plenty of need for it, you accept me Tony, exactly as I am, you are thoughtful, and ravishing, I have the urge to claim you again and again…”

            He made sure to hit Tony’s prostate each time as emphasis, enjoying the helpless sounds coming from the man. Loki grasped Tony’s neglected cock, timing his strokes with his thrusts, in no time the genius was coming with a shout, Loki quickly following, painting his insides with cum.

            They collapsed on the bed in a shivering mess, Loki summoned the blankets over them and held Tony close. He was worried his natural chill would hurt the mortal, but so far, he couldn’t see any traces of pain. However, he realized a rather uncomfortable predicament.

            “… I cannot pull out.”

            “Jesus fucking Christ…” Tony cursed, trying to move away and yeah, Loki’s dick was stuck, and his insides were cold – thankfully not a painful cold – and fuck if he could get hard again he would. “What the hell do we do now?”

            “We wait I suppose. Go to sleep and it should right itself in the morning,” Loki theorized, in all of his research into his race, he admittedly never looked into their… sexual habits, mainly because he never thought he’d find someone who accepted him as he was.

            “… If Bruce or Stephen find out about this, we’ll both be getting examined.”

            “And if Thor finds out about this, he’ll probably go to mother for advice.”

            “So, we agree this stays between us for now?”

            “Quite.”

Chapter Text

            Alice felt on edge when entering her therapist’s office, but she couldn’t figure out why. She researched Dr. Bumby thoroughly, he was a simple psychiatrist from England, specializing in children and young adults who have suffered traumatic childhoods; no criminal record, no complaints from previous patients, nothing.

            “Good morning, Alice, before we start is there anything specific, you’d like to talk about?” the question was so innocent, yet for some reason she felt herself become warm and wet as memories of what she did after her last appointment assaulted her mind.

            “… Nothing comes to mind, Doctor…”

            “Very well, we spoke a lot of your mother and grandfather last time, how about we talk about your father today?”

            “I didn’t meet him until I was about eight years old, he didn’t even know he had a daughter, I was the result of a very questionable drunken night,” she sighed trying not to shift and squirm in her seat, what the hell was wrong with her?
            “Questionable drunken night? So your father took advantage of your mother?” She narrowed her eyes as he leaned forward.

            “No, my father was the one who was nearly passed out drunk, mother wanted his brains I guess, too bad for her I’m not nearly as smart as him.”

            “I see, how did you meet him?”

            She tried to figure out how to phrase it without technically lying, her father had been a mission at first, her grandfather wanted his weapons and technology, so she was put in his path to gain access, but something happened that neither she nor her grandfather could predict. Tony Stark loved her, not just out of obligation, but honestly loved her and tried to make up for eight years he wasn’t there.

            “My grandfather sent me to him, I guess he was tired of raising another man’s child.”

            “That must have been difficult, did you two get along at first or did it take time?”

            “It was… awkward, he didn’t know how to be a father and I didn’t know how to be a daughter who didn’t need to do things in order to get attention.”

            “I can only imagine… tell me, and I’m asking this purely because of your father’s reputation in the past, but has he ever been… inappropriate towards you?” she frowned, not liking the question at all and not seeing what his ‘reputation’ had to do about it. “Even accidentally, you did say he had no idea how to be a father…”

            “I mean he sleeps in all manners of dress, so I have occasionally seen more than I wanted, but he wasn’t ever deliberate about it and did try to be decent around me,” she took a sip of tea, and almost immediately felt her mind become weirdly calm…

            “And he never shall we say… barged in on you? Or made you feel uncomfortable?”

            “Once by accident, I was fourteen and forgot to lock my door when I was changing… he apologized for it though…”

            “I’m grateful to hear you have such a good father…” he stood up and approached her, observing how her eyes were becoming unfocused and glossy, his concoction taking effect. “Is there anything you feel you can’t talk to him about? Anything at all?”

            “… his old business partner raped me while he was missing in Afghanistan,” why did the stupid memory have to come back? She spent far too long trying to forget being weak, it wasn’t her fault he had that stupid device that made it impossible to move and almost impossible to breathe… she spent so long in Wonderland until she heard her father had been found and even then, didn’t come back out of shame, sleeping with Stayne instead and pretending he was her first because it was her choice! Until her father almost died again and by then Obadiah was dead so she didn’t see any point in bringing it up…

            “Oh? That’s a very important bit of information don’t you think? Why haven’t you told him yet?”

            “It doesn’t matter, the guy’s dead anyway…” she felt her body become heavier… why was it so heavy?...

            “But it does matter my dear…” he caressed her cheek; she didn’t move or acknowledge his touch and he knew she had fully succumbed to the drug. “But let’s explore that terrible situation a little more first, shall we?”

**TS**

            “I need to borrow your body, Tony,” the fact that Wayne had the audacity to act shocked and offended when he was then sprayed with coffee by multiple different people just showed Gothamites had absolutely no tact whatsoever.

            “I beg your absolute pardon?” Tony coughed as he tried to breathe with Rhodey and Strange both patting his back.

            “I need to borrow your body, I have a plan to get rid of your little Black Widow problem and Wakanda’s unwanted guests,” Wayne tried wiping away the coffee on his face, Alfred was going to be pissed when he got back, coffee stains were apparently just as hard as blood to get rid of.

            “And you need my body for that?”

            “Do you really want me to explain in front of your… boyfriends? Husbands? Whatever the hell is going on?”

            “Yes,” pretty much everyone said in unison as they glared at him. Tony was just thankful the Barton’s weren’t present, and Vision was currently at the Institute with… New Wanda? Good Wanda? The one that didn’t hate his guts.

            “Fine,” Wayne rolled his eyes. “You asked for this… since we all know Romanoff is on her way, and according to surveillance she’ll be arriving in New York within a day or so, we use her to set up a trap. If she were to think Tony was being… manipulated into the Accords or even giving control of the Avengers to someone Rogers deemed unworthy he’d come running half-cocked right into SHIELD’s arms.”

            “And this… unworthy person would be you I assume?” Loki narrowed his eyes, as he shifted closer to Tony as if to shield him from the man, ever since he spent a whole night stuck inside him he’d been very… clingy and protective.

            “A billionaire playboy with a history of breaking his toys? Why not? I mean we could try to get Hammer-”

            “NO!”

            “Oh god no, I would rather be skinned alive and dumped into a vat of salt water than have Hammer touch me,” Tony shook off a chill, he always got a weird vibe from Hammer, he just looked like a creep, and the fact he went through PA’s like they were going out of style didn’t sit well with him.

            “Okay then,” Wayne took a sip of his own coffee. “It’s not like I’m demanding your firstborn or even your virginity – I have it on good authority that someone in this room took care of that already-”

            He caught Rhodey's satisfied smirk. “-and you know me, Tony.”

            Tony had to let a deep sigh out, yeah he knew Wayne, he was honestly the first nontoxic sexual experience he had, which now that he thought about was just… sad. If he was still single he would have agreed without hesitation if only to feel something besides loneliness and self-hatred but he wasn’t single and he was trying to work on the whole self-hatred thing.

            “What do you think, Tony?” suddenly all eyes were on him and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say.

            “I’m not a cheater!” he supposed that was as good as any point he could make on the spot.

            “Nobody said you were, Tony,” Banner said placatingly, raising his hands. “it’s not cheating if we all can agree on this… plan but it all comes down to if you are comfortable with this.”

            “I… well, me and Wayne have history so I know he won’t try to harvest my organs but… I don’t want to do this and you all get upset over it.”

            “I won’t be upset, I honestly think Rogers lot have caused us trouble long enough and it’s time to round them up, and I think T’Challa would appreciate not wasting resources on them anymore.”

            “I can… tolerate it but I will be monitoring him and if I see signs of distress I will rain hell,” Strange sighed, giving a hard stare at Wayne.

            “I can record it for you if you want,” Wayne gave his signature not-smirk.

            “… Actually yes,” Rhodey rubbed his chin. “And I’m not saying this in a perverted way – mostly – but I want to be able to see he’s being treated right.”

            “Oh my god…” Tony buried his face in his hands.

            “Mm… what do you mortals call it? Research purposes?” Thor crossed his arms in agreement.

            “I will allow it if I can see he’s enjoying himself,” Loki glanced at a very flushed Tony and smirked. “And perhaps learn a few tricks for later…”

            Sir,” JARVIS suddenly rushed in, looking deeply troubled. “The institute is on the phone… something is wrong with Alice!”

**TS**

            “Alice?” Erik’s voice pierced her very unfocused mind as she stumbled into the mansion. “Are you okay?”

            How did she get there? She was in therapy and must have fallen asleep again and when she woke up, she felt… wrong. Wrong, wrong, WRONG! Her skin felt… itchy and disgusting like she hadn’t taken a shower in ages.

            “Alice?”

            “Hey, future stepdaughter, you home?” Wade popped out of nowhere and waved a hand in her face.

            She instinctively grabbed his hand and threw him over her shoulder into Colossus who came to greet her.

            “Ow! Geez okay, okay, no more hot daddy jokes I promise!”

            “Myshka? What is the matter?” Colossus’s voice seemed so far away… she needed to get away, far away… “Myshka- Alice!”

            She disappeared into thin air without a word, appearing in her sanctuary of Wonderland, more importantly in the woods surrounding the Red Queen’s castle where she knew a certain Knave would be out hunting, thankfully alone. Stayne did not push her away when she kissed him without a word, his arms wrapping around her possessively as he carried her to a little cottage few knew about.

            She just wanted this terrible feeling to go away, whatever it was…

**TS**

            Wade had started pacing Xavier’s office, all wisecracks and bullshit gone from his face and voice. “Something happened, something really, really bad happened...”

            “I already called her old man, he says everything is fine at the mansion, nobody’s dead,” Cable told everyone.

            “Unfortunately, her mind is almost always blocked from me…” Charles sighed. He hated not knowing what was wrong with his students. “Perhaps she is simply having a… bad day? I’m sure she’ll return when she is ready…”

            Nobody really liked that, but it wasn’t like they could pull her out of wherever she went, none of them had ever gone with her to ‘Wonderland’ and nobody could confirm if it was a real place or not.

**TS**

            Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

            Tony couldn’t keep still after he got off the phone with Cable. Something was wrong with his baby, and nobody could tell him what or where she was! He tried calling her but it went to voicemail each time, after the third attempt he finally left her a message.

            “Come home,” his voice trembled. “Whatever is wrong we’ll figure it out like we always do… just come home… please…”

            He even broke his rule about privacy and went through her room, the first thing he noticed was that it was messy… Alice was never messy. No, even as a child her room was always neat and organized and for so long impersonal, it took ages for her to put any sort of poster or picture on the walls. But right now, it was a mess, her bed hadn’t been made, books from the library were scattered around, and there were empty bottles of vodka lying around… Alice didn’t drink.

            He sent a message to Wade to check her room at the institute and was shocked to hear it was in an even worse state. In Wade’s words, it made his own room look like a five-star hotel.

            He dug around desperately for something, a clue, just anything! There was a business card on her side table for a Dr. Angus Bumby, didn’t Xavier tell him her therapist was a woman? He pocketed it for later and continued looking around, he was about to give up and head for the institute to search that room when he realized the draw was rather shallow… without thinking he broke it apart and an old diary fell out of the hidden bottom onto the floor.

            His breathing became shallow, he picked it up and slowly read through it, it started from when she first arrived and talked about many of the challenges she faced, wondering if he truly cared about her or if she was just an obligation to him too. Wondering why her mother put so much effort into her just to abandon her…

            He thumbed through the pages until he came across one dated the day after he was captured in Afghanistan.

            “Stane came by again today, I don’t know why he keeps coming over, he should be trying to find my father! How hard is it to find one man in the desert I could probably do it within a week, but no… Rhodes won’t let me, and Mother and Grandfather stopped replying to my messages a long time ago…”

            “It’s been almost a month now, where the hell could he be? Stane has been trying to talk to me about my future, he says he could adopt me and I could keep the house and follow in Father’s footsteps, but I’m not a genius like Father and I don’t want to be adopted, I don’t need to be adopted. Because Father is going to come back.”

            Tony felt tears forming, she had been alone for three months… but a sudden chill filled his heart. She had been alone for three months with Obadiah Stane coming as he pleased. He fought down the bile threatening to rise, there was no way Obie did anything… he wouldn’t… Tony had been his only victim and that was because of alcohol. He turned the page, the writing almost ineligible, and felt his heart stop.

            “I woke up last night to a painful ringing in my ear, I couldn’t move, I could barely breathe, I felt like I was dying. Stane was there, smiling at me, holding something in his hand. He told me it was time I started being a proper woman. I tried to scream as he ripped off my nightgown but no words came, not even with the pain. It hurt, it hurt so much, how can anyone enjoy sex when it hurts so much? He told me I was better than my father, did he do this to my father? I don’t know, I don’t know how long it lasted before he left me alone… I need to leave; I need to get aw-”

            The entry abruptly ended, Tony threw the book away from him as if it was on fire and burst out of her room towards the bathroom where he brought up everything, he ate that morning.

            “Tony?!” who was that? He looked up from the toilet and saw Rhodey kneeling beside him.

            “I’m a real piece of shit excuse of a father!” he sobbed hysterically into the toilet bowl, bringing up more coffee mixed with whatever he had for breakfast. “I failed, I failed a long time ago, I shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near children!”

            “Okay, easy, deep breaths, and tell me what happened. How did you fail?” Rhodey tried rubbing circles onto his back. “Talk to me, Tony…”

            “Obadiah…” he gasped trying to control his heart, he could feel a panic attack coming and there was no stopping it. “Obadiah… raped her…”

            “Obadiah- oh… oh my God… okay… let’s get off the floor before you crack your head open, come on,” he practically carried him out of the bathroom. “FRIDAY, emergency Ironheart meeting, Thor’s room.”

            “Right away!” FRIDAY’s voice rang out as he led him to the Asgardian’s room, it was the biggest out of everyone’s and was the most decorated so Tony wouldn’t feel claustrophobic but also wouldn’t feel like he was stuck in infinite space.

            Rhodey dragged him into the spacious room, nobody else was there yet thankfully so they weren’t being bombarded with questions, he sat him on the edge of the bed and held onto his hands trying to keep him grounded.

            “Deep breaths with me, Tony, in and out…”

            The door burst open and Thor rushed in followed by the rest of them, at any other time Loki would have had a comment about him being a brute but right now he had nothing and didn’t care at that point.

            “What happened?” Strange was the first to speak, keeping everyone else back so as to not overcrowd Tony.

            “Tony found something… disturbing,” Rhodey had no idea how to even explain the situation.

            “I’m a horrible father!” he still felt sick but there was nothing left to bring up so he was basically dry-heaving. “Should have just died in Siberia…”

            “Enough! Don’t you dare say that!” Banner had somehow broken through Strange’s shield – or perhaps Strange had let him through – and grasped Tony’s shoulders. “Don’t you dare ever say that again! I don’t know where Alice is, but I know she’d be slapping you silly for even suggesting that!”

            Tony caught sight of Wayne standing awkwardly in the doorway, trying to decide if he should intrude or not, “Might as well come in Wayne… you can tell me you told me so!”

            “I told you… what so?” Wayne narrowed his eyes and stepped over the broken door. “No riddles, Tony I get enough of that already.”

            “Obadiah, you were right about Obadiah… I should have thrown him in the gutters the second I took over the company…” he buried his face in his hands.

            “Someone needs to explain something like… now,” Strange took a second to repair the door to give them privacy even though there wasn’t anyone around.

            “Obadiah was Howard Stark’s – Tony’s father’s – business partner, treated Tony more like a son than Howard did, however, he was a sick son of a bitch, raped Tony right before he left for MIT, and got away with it because he claimed he was drunk and Howard didn’t want that kind of publicity surrounding his family, when Tony took over the company, he kept him as a partner which is what caused our relationship to deteriorate,” Wayne explained.

            “And you were right!” Tony chuckled hysterically. “I thought him having one last go at me while I was dying from him ripping out my arc reactor was the worst of it… no, while I was fighting for my life in Afghanistan do you know what he did?”

            “Tony…” Rhodey tried to hold onto him but he pushed himself off the bed and began pacing erratically.

            “No, no! Do you know what he did?! He forced himself on my daughter! And I didn’t… I didn’t even know, I thought she went back to her mother because she was gone when I returned, I remember thinking that at least it was me and not her…”

            Everyone was dead silent, unsure how to react or respond, Thor slowly pulled him into a hug and everyone else slowly made their way into embracing him as well.

            “That monster took advantage of both of you, and it’s neither yours nor Alice’s fault…” Thor stroked Tony’s hair. “And when we find her, we’ll make sure she understands that too…”

**TS**

            “Whatever is wrong we’ll figure it out like we always do… just come home… please…” Alice listened to the message several times, even though she and Stayne had gone at it well into the night and the sun was just starting to peak through the trees outside she hadn’t been able to sleep. She felt somewhat better, at least she could think clearly now, but much like the first time she slept with Stayne she just felt… empty.

            Stayne still slept next to her, dead to the world and would probably not wake for many hours, usually one of them would leave before the other woke up, less awkward that way, she bathed quietly and redressed, before leaving the cottage. She could go visit the Mad Hatter or perhaps have tea with the White Queen, but truly she wasn’t up for either of those things…

            Alice…

            That sounded like her father, wait… was he sobbing?

            Alice come home… please… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…

            Sorry? What did he have to be sorry for? She felt Wonderland fade away as she traveled back towards the mansion, she kept herself invisible as she searched for him. She first checked his lab and after that his room, but he wasn’t in either, she finally found him in her room, kneeling over her messy bed as if he was praying.

            “Father…”

            “Alice!” Tony jumped up so fast he felt his head spin, but he didn’t care, he pulled her into a tight hug and didn’t want to let go. “I’m sorry… I’m a terrible father, I let a sick son of a bitch near you…”

            She caught sight of her old journal, oh… so he found out what happened. She held onto him and felt her own tears start to fall.

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            “…lice?” she dazed into nothing, it felt so peaceful to just… not be anymore… “Al…”

            “Alice?” she finally snapped back into reality, which she wasn’t a fan of right now, somehow she ended up in Medical and her father was there with a female doctor.

            “… Why am I here again? It happened a long time ago…” her voice sounded so far away and empty…

            “This isn’t about that piece of shit Stane… this is about what happened after your therapy session… don’t you remember?” Tony grasped her shoulders, trying to keep her grounded. “Something had to have happened…”

            “… I fell asleep?”

            “Okay… please just humor me and let the doc check you out. I can stay or I can leave, it’s up to you and FRIDAY is monitoring the area to make sure everyone else stays away even Strange-”

            “I got it… I’ll be fine…” she sighed and he kissed her forehead, reluctantly leaving her to the doctor’s care.

            “Alright, Alice… you said you fell asleep, do you remember what you were doing before that?” the doctor, a redheaded woman she swore she had seen around before though she couldn’t recall her name, asked her softly.

            “I was talking to my therapist; I had some tea… and that’s it…”

            “Okay… I’m going to draw some blood to test and then I’m going to look you over…” she pulled out a needle and drew multiple tubes of blood that she set aside to be sent to the lab.

            She slowly and cautiously helped Alice undress noticing the tattoo on her back, “I like your Cheshire Cat tattoo by the way, do you prefer the old animated movie or the life action?”

            “The color scheme in the life action was easier on the eyes, but the weird romance between Alice and the Mad Hatter ruined it…” She sluggishly pulled off her shorts.

            “I agree, I swear everything is a romance nowadays…” the doctor noticed some bruising on her thighs. “… are you… active?”

            “Yes…” Alice looked down at her thighs. “Huh… Stayne usually doesn’t leave bruises…”

            “Stayne?”

            “The Knave…”

            “Oh, yes…” Alice wasn’t sure if the doctor believed her or was humoring her. “And is he a gentle lover? Those bruises are pretty dark…”

            “Can’t complain I guess… but he wouldn’t leave bruises… too risky if the Red Queen finds out.”

            “Oh, I can imagine you’d both lose your heads,” the doctor nodded in agreement. “Okay… if not Stayne do you have an idea where they came from?”

            Alice thought and thought but couldn’t remember a thing. She didn’t fall anywhere; her shorts were not tight enough nor would they leave finger-shaped bruises…

            “Don’t squirm so much, you’ll hurt yourself! That’s it… relax… it feels good, doesn’t it?”

            “…Al…ice…?”

            “That’s a good girl, hold still now… you feel wonderful my dear…”

When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.

            She doesn’t notice the doctor trying to gently shake her back to reality nor does she notice when she starts trying to redress her…

Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.

            She doesn’t notice when her father rushes back in and holds her tightly as if he’s afraid she’ll disappear forever…

The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.

            “Come back to me, come back, we don’t have to think about it anymore…” he trembled into her hair, holding her tight in hopes that if she vanished, she’d take him too…

But here, in Dreamland’s centre,
No spoiler’s hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.

            “She’s starting to phase out!”

            “Give her a suppressant, she’s not stable enough to be disappearing again!”

            “That’s a last resort, Tony!”

            “I’m her goddamn Father and I said give her the goddamn suppressant!”

I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.

            She felt a sting and a chill throughout her body as her father held onto her and stroked her hair.

            “I’m going to kill that sonofabitch…”

**TS**

            The office of Dr. Bumby burst open in an over-the-top explosion that sent everything but the flowers on his desk flying.

            “Knock, knock,” Cable growled.

            “Paging Dr. Rapist!” Deadpool screeched, unsheathing his katanas.

            “I beg your pardon?” he bristled; he wasn’t scared of some government-sanctioned thugs, soon enough his benefactor would be taking care of those imbeciles anyway.

            “Oh, you’ll be begging shortly…” Deadpool narrowed his eyes.

            The metal bars on the windows suddenly broke away and wrapped painfully around him.

            “This is ridiculous! You have no right to harangue me like this!”

            “When the League of Assassins finds out you cost them a pawn because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, they’ll do a whole lot worse,” Batman came in through the window, his signature glare amplified to eleven. “We both know Ra’s al Ghul doesn’t like having his time wasted…”

            “As much as I’d love to see you hung by your balls with a sword rammed up your ass,” Deadpool snarled. “A lot of people want to talk to you, Doc.”

**TS**

            James Barnes sat on the floor in front of his bed, why he wasn’t on his bed was simply because he wasn’t used to having a bed in so long… he had been expecting a small army waiting and watching his every move when he came here, instead Stark and Rhodes escorted him to his room and gave him the ground rules.

            “No shooting anyone, no stabbing anyone, no choking anyone – unless they’re into that, I don’t judge – the south wing is where Barton and his family live so it’s best to avoid that area, there’s a gym in the basement and a pool in the backyard, everyone is expected to clean up after themselves, the kitchen is fair game unless something is labeled otherwise, you are allowed to outside but considering your still a wanted man you need to stay within the perimeter of the mansion.”

            And that was it, granted there was a voice in the walls that called itself FRIDAY and answered all his questions regardless of how mundane they were. But there were no cameras, no guards, his room was near the other residence, granted a little further down the hall, but nothing was stopping him from leaving, and nothing keeping them away from him… it was… weird.

            He had already resigned himself to being treated like a criminal, yet he was more like... he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be.

            He felt his stomach growl, and with FRIDAY’s help managed to find the kitchen, there was only one other person there eating a bowl of fruit. He was quite massive and seemed down, Barnes wondered if he dared intrude but his stomach not so kindly reminded him that he needed sustenance.

            The stranger glanced up from his fruit and raised an eye, his accent heavy, “You must be the new guy…”

            Barnes stiffened hearing his Russian accent but forced himself to nod, “Not sure if that’s accurate, I’m not really part of the team…”

            “You are here so that means you are, or will be, I am Piotr Rasputin, but most call me Colossus.”

            Honestly, he couldn’t blame them, he was huge; he wasn’t sure what his mother fed him but damn… He managed to steer himself towards the fridge and found another fruit bowl, apparently, someone decided to make several, but they weren’t marked or labeled so he took one and went back to his room, passing a man in a wheelchair who gave him a polite nod. He didn’t remember him as part of the Avengers but what did he know anymore anyway?

**TS**

            Alice’s blood came back with traces of some kind of anesthetic and aphrodisiac, which Batman had found amongst Dr. Bumby’s belongings, according to the doctors small exposure could cause short-term amnesia and make one more prone to suggestion. However digging further into Dr. Bumby’s past, Tony found something disturbing…

            Angus Bumby once had a practice in England, working with orphaned children and helping them find homes, which sounded all well and good until he dug further and noticed most if not all the children that had been under his care were taken away from their adopted homes because their new father or mother or brother were molesting them. And every single child had been reported as being… docile as if trained to accept that kind of treatment.

            Dr. Whistler, the woman who was actually supposed to be Alice’s therapist but had been unexplainably dismissed, had theorized the children had all been subjected to Bumby’s drugs for an extended period of time, and Alice could have easily been next had Bumby not lack self-control.

            To say Tony was pissed was an understatement, it was a miracle he hadn’t spontaneously combusted yet. He just wanted to take his daughter and go elsewhere for the next millennium, if possible, maybe go back to Malibu now that the house was rebuilt, but he knew he couldn’t. No, he had to fix Barnes’ head like he promised and honestly, it wasn’t a good idea having him roaming around with HYDRA’s crap in his head anyway, he had to get the Rogues out of Wakanda before people got suspicious, maybe try and get married before his… boyfriends? Augh, he was too old for that, his lovers got tired of him.

            Which brought him to now, the boat Natasha was not so secretly stowed on was about to arrive in a few hours, he had already arranged with SHIELD and local law enforcement to not approach or even acknowledge her presence, and thanks to the cooperation from the media it was assumed the Avengers stayed at the compound so he knew where she would go.

            As much as he didn’t want to leave his daughter, he had to, of course, Colossus was going to be with her, and that guy was the gentleman people thought Rogers was – and maybe at one point he was – so he wasn’t too concerned even if he could see the affection in his eyes from space and why couldn’t she see it he didn’t know.

            “Let’s do this, Wayne…” he sighed, he just hoped the others kept their promise about not getting upset about this…

            Bruce Wayne for his credit didn’t even say anything snarky or even remotely flirtatious as they got into his car.

            “We can still figure something else if you’re having second thoughts, Tony…” On the contrary, for some reason, the bastard has been extra considerate lately…

            “I always have second thoughts, and third and fourth… comes with the territory of being a genius, but we don’t have time and honestly? I’m just so damn tired of it… if I thought I could I would have just fetched those punks myself but Wakanda doesn’t need that kind of publicity right now… do me a favor and fuck me hard enough I can’t think for a while?”

            “Be a good boy and make this convincing and I’ll set you and your boys up with a surprise later,” he chuckled, taking a drink of water because apparently he decided if Tony was too good for alcohol then so was he. “You won’t be thinking for a while…”

            Tony hmphed and crossed his legs, cursing his body’s reaction to Wayne’s teasing, there was a time when he would do damn near anything to be called a ‘good boy’, he guessed that’s what happens when you grow up with little positive reinforcement.

            The car ride was quiet as they approached the compound and Tony felt a deep ache in his chest. This place was supposed to be home, where his family lived and worked yet it held nothing but bad memories and nightmares and pain… there weren’t any traces of Spiderman swinging through the trees or Laura and the kids running around, no mutants accidentally cannonballing into the yard because they underestimated their landing, hell it didn’t even smell right… no flower beds or shrubs or anything else Cable insisted on because the future was fucked if we didn’t help the pollinators.

            “… I’m bulldozing this place to the ground when we’re done,” he choked. “I’ll build… I don’t even fucking know, something useful. A hospital? An orphanage?”

            “I’m sure you can figure something out,” Wayne guided him inside which had been recently cleaned, a lot of the furniture was still there, giving it the illusion that people still lived there, but the emptiness was suffocating… “Take a deep breath, Tony, we still have some time before Romanoff gets here…”

            “… You wanna hear something ironic? This place feels like how the mansion used to… empty and depressing…”

            Wayne hummed in understanding, standing behind him and slowly digging his thumbs into his neck, using an almost painful amount of pressure but knowing Tony liked it that way. He glanced up at a camera – one of several – that was hidden around the compound, Tony’s boys were no doubt already watching.

            Tony’s phone binged and he glanced at it, Natasha had officially arrived on shore, and as expected was making her way to the Compound, Coulson made sure there was an unlocked vehicle for her to hotwire, they were still looking at forty minutes to an hour depending on which route she took.

             “So… Mondays am I right?”

            “I swear to God…” Wayne chuckled, moving his hands down his back and untucking his shirt. “It’s like being on patrol with the Boy Scout, maybe I have a type…”

            “I mean… who wouldn’t want Superman? Except for me, I’m very happy where I am, thank you.” Tony sighed feeling his hands under his shirt. “You never thought about taking that chance?”

            “I like my head right where it is, thank you,” Wayne pinched a nipple and chuckled at the squeak that resulted. “We have forty minutes to an hour of foreplay, Tony… try not to come in your pants before we even start.”

            F-fuck you, that was one time…”

            Wayne just chuckled and made quick work of his shirt, taking off his own tie and wrapping it around Tony’s wrist, holding them behind his back.

            “W-what the hell are you doing?”

            “Making it look convincing, I’m supposed to be manipulating you, aren’t I?”

            Tony was about to make some sort of snarky comeback when Wayne’s hand undid his belt and slipped into his pants and boxers, he was already getting hard and Wayne had barely touched him. He tried to show restraint because he didn’t want his lovers getting the wrong idea watching him and- oh God… they were watching him…

            His cock hardened almost painfully fast at the thought, they were watching him being fondled and groped by someone, hell knowing Wayne he wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity so they would be seeing him being full-on fucked by the other man…

            “Someone is suddenly very excited…” Wayne chuckled pushing down his pants and underwear, Tony’s cock stood fully hard and even starting to drip precum…

            “Shut up… shut up it’s a normal reaction…” Tony panted, he caught sight of one of the cameras which was positioned just right so they could see everything… “Fuck…”

            “Smile Tony, we wouldn’t want them thinking you’re not enjoying this…” Wayne began stroking and tugging on his cock, he kept it up for several minutes until he could tell Tony was close and pulled away.

            “A-asshole!” Tony’s legs trembled; he just needed a little more… “Fucking sadistic prick…”

            “We still have plenty of time,” Wayne pushed him down to his knees, using his discarded clothes as some cushion against the hard floor. “In the meantime, let’s keep that foul mouth of yours occupied…”

            Tony didn’t protest, instead, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes and Wayne set a steady pace, he wasn’t ashamed to admit he actually enjoyed sucking cock provided whoever it was attached to wasn’t trying to choke him to death on it. It kept his mind distracted just enough that he felt he could relax and it also kept him from running his mouth which many considered a bonus.

            “Good boy… keep going for a bit…” Wayne groaned, checking his phone, Natasha was still twenty minutes out… however, he noticed another little dot on the screen… a certain red and blue-clad boy scout was somewhere outside… why was Superman outside? He hadn’t called him in, he didn’t even know his identity yet as far as he was concerned this was something between Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark…

**TS**

            This was wrong, oh so very wrong… he should be flying as far away as possible at the speed of light, yet Superman couldn’t bring himself to move, Batman had only told him that Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark were setting up a trap for the Rogues, it wasn’t his business and he didn’t need to know the details until they arrived and needed to be detained.

            He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, honest, he had only planned to patrol around the compound to make sure no enemies were lurking about, he had no interest in whatever political, business mumbo-jumbo Bruce and Tony were going to be talking about… except they weren’t doing much talking…

            Oh God… he wasn’t sure how this was setting a trap, other than the rumors that Stark and Rogers were in a relationship before everything blew up so maybe they were trying to make him jealous? Honestly, if he saw a certain cowl wearing… ah… colleague of his on his knees sucking on someone else’s cock he’d have burned down everything in his path to stop it…

            As a friend though… because Batman wouldn’t do that… no, no Batman definitely didn’t get on his knees for anyone… he was definitely the one people kneeled for… the man Superman wouldn’t mind kneeling for- no, no not going there!

            He saw a car approach and made sure to stay hidden, something Batman always got on his case for, but it wasn’t his fault he rarely needed to hide…

**TS**

            By some miracle Natasha managed to drive all the way to the compound without any issues, she was exhausted, hungry, and pissed, and she smelled like spoiled fish which didn’t help her mood at all! She could see a vehicle in the driveway, though it wasn’t one she recognized, but knowing Stark he probably bought a whole new lineup of cars while they were gone.

            She snuck in, and nobody else seemed to be around, as expected the new team couldn’t stand to be around Tony for long either, like straight alcohol it needed to be in small doses. She heard movement and sounds coming from the main room and crept through the shadows. Freezing in place, and instinctively grabbed her phone, because Rogers would never believe this...

            There was Stark, naked, his arms bound behind his back with a tie, another man stood in front of him with his cock in his mouth and it took Natasha a moment to recognize him as Bruce Wayne, another billionaire waste of space.

            “It only takes one word, Tony…” Wayne teased, pulling out of his mouth and pulling him to his feet. He fondled his balls, if she had to guess, judging by how swollen they were and how Tony whimpered, he’s been on the edge for a while now…

            “B-Bruce, please… you know I can’t…” he let out another whimper when Bruce took his hand away.

            “Oh, but you can… come on… it makes so much more sense to combine the Avengers with the Justice League… and just think about it…” Wayne slowly stroked up his cock, forcing him on the tip of his toes to maintain the contact as he reached the tip… “you won’t need to do a thing… doesn’t that sound good?”

            “W-What if they come back? S-Steve won’t agree…” Tony panted and squirmed desperately trying to get any sort of friction.

            “The Avengers isn’t Rogers’ problem anymore, and neither are you… just one word Tony… you want it so bad, don’t you? Wanna just be able to relax and not think…”

            “Y-yes… Bruce… j-just once… please?”

            “No, no… all or nothing Tony…” Wayne teased his ass with his cock. “it’s right here Tony… just say the word…”

            “Y-yes, yes! Okay! I’ll sign… I’ll sign the Avengers over to the Justice League…” Tony’s groaned and rolled his eyes back as Wayne finally sunk in, setting a steady pace.

            “That’s a good boy… I knew I could get you to see reason…”

            Natasha wasn’t sure if she was turned on or disgusted, she knew Stark was a manwhore but actually seeing him give in to another man was a whole other matter. She quickly sent the video to Rogers will a warning to not watch it in front of anyone. For now, she needed to get out of there, with how exhausted she was she didn’t think she could take on anyone not even Bruce Wayne. She’d lay low until Steve figured out how to get there and deal with this mess.

            Leaving the building she suddenly felt bolts of electricity shoot through her body and fell to the ground, in her darkening vision she swore she saw Clint approaching…

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            She could see Wonderland but couldn’t reach it, it felt like a bad dream that she couldn’t escape from, an invisible wall locking her in…

            “Alice?” she barely noticed Xavier as he wheeled himself in front of her bed as she sat and stared aimlessly into nothing, trying to reach Wonderland… “Oh Alice…”

            Charles hesitated to touch her, but after a moment reached for her hand and held it tight as he tried to reach out into her mind, it was like being stuck in a broken revolving door, he was desperate to reach her and she was desperate to reach her sanctuary that was out of reach due to the suppressants.

            “This is all my fault, my dear, I should have been more involved and asked questions instead of just assuming your therapy was going fine…” he sighed and brushed his thumb over her hand. Can you hear me, Alice?

            Alice continued to stare into nothing, her thoughts distant and out of reach, he sighed again and continued to hold her hand. He would never forgive himself for not protecting her more…

            Please come back Alice, you don’t need to run away to Wonderland anymore…

            He continued trying to reach her mind, digging further and further, until he saw just a hint of a memory but couldn’t make sense of it, a lab… wait… no was this Wakanda? No… now it was somewhere completely different. His head became overwhelmed with sensations. Too late did he realize the suppressants were wearing off and she was reaching out everywhere in the world.

            A-Alice…

            He woke up on the ground with Colossus kneeling over him, Alice nowhere to be seen…

**TS**

            “Intruder alert! Intruder- Agh!”

            When did she stop caring about chopping off the heads of useless grunts? Or better question why did she ever start? It was so easy to just kill and kill without a second thought. And a HYDRA base – or was it AIM? Either way, it was perfect for getting rid of frustrations without those pesky morals getting in the way.

            Why was she here again? Oh yes… because when her powers returned, she overheard basically everything in the world including a certain group of people saying her name and how she was almost ready… ready for what, she didn’t know but she was going to find out even if she had to rip everyone to shreds first.

            And to shreds, they went… one by one… they might not have been willing to talk, or perhaps Alice wasn’t interested in listening to their words, but their computers were more than willing.

            Project Queen? What the hell was that? The file contained Dr. Bumby’s profile and hers, where they got so much information on her, information that wasn’t public knowledge she didn’t know. There was also a list of men…

          Thor – Mostly likely needs to be artificially inseminated, will need a sample.

          Cain Marko (Juggernaut) – Could be naturally inseminated if strength can be controlled, otherwise artificially inseminated.

          Winter Soldier – Can be naturally inseminated, must reclaim subject.

          David Haller – Could be naturally inseminated if the subject can be convinced, otherwise a sample will be needed for artificial insemination.

          The first subject must be chosen and prepared before the Queen is ready.

            She read, and reread, and reread it over and over again. She was no genius but it was crystal clear what she was reading. It all made sense, why Bumby had made her horny as fuck, why he made her more receptive and unable to fight back… she was supposed to be impregnated like a fucking cat in heat!

            Why? Who’s perverted fucking idea was this?! She searched and searched for a clue and could only find one name as a benefactor, Henri Ducard… Henri Ducard was a detective in Paris, one of the best in the world who if her father was correct taught a certain Uncle of hers in his younger years and would have no knowledge or reason for targeting her. But she knew one other person who often used that name as an alias when he needed to travel without drawing attention… her grandfather, Ra’s al Ghul…

            Before she knew it, she slammed her fist through the computer screen, not even caring about the cuts and blood oozing through the wounds as her healing factor was already working on it. Her grandfather did this… he had her violated and mindfucked and was ready and willing for her to carry lord only knows how many children from different powerful men. Honestly, she didn’t know why she was so surprised, it was no secret how she and Damian came into the world…

            Despite trying to hold them back she felt tears start blurring her vision. Was she truly not good enough for anything other than being an incubator?

            There weren’t any more soldiers or scientists or anything else for her to kill away her feelings, but strangely she could hear something moving around further into the base, it didn’t sound large or even human so she angrily wiped her eyes and sought it out. Was it a child experiment? An animal experiment? Someone’s pet they stupidly brought with them?

            She got closer and closer and finally came across a secured door with the words DANGER! SHARK! in big bold letters over it. Weird, she couldn’t hear any water… she forced the door open and came across… nothing… just a big open room…

            “Mrrrr?” she glanced down and froze, blinking once, then twice at the… baby shark with four little legs kneeling and looking at her curiously.

            “…. Hi?”

            The little shark gave her a big grin showing off its very sharp teeth and pawed at her legs like a dog, “Mrrrr?”

            “… How the hell am I supposed to kill something so goddamn adorable?” she hmphed and kneeled to pet it, the shark rubbed against her hand eagerly. “Fuck it, you’re coming with me.”

            She picked it up and stalked out of the room, she found another computer and decided to see if she could find anything on this particular creature that was enjoying being manhandled.

            A land shark huh? And the only successful attempt so far, she wasn’t sure what they were trying to accomplish with it, it wasn’t ferocious or anything it was basically a shark-shaped puppy…

            Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a plane… or two… and a helicopter, and was that her father’s repulsors? She walked outside the base and sure enough, it was surrounded by X-Men, Avengers, SHIELD, and the Justice League.

            “Give me back my daughter you sons of bit- oh hey baby!” Tony shouted from his speakers, quickly telling FRIDAY to cancel prepping the Jericho. “I love you and I missed you and please don’t ever do that again!”

            “I was gone for like ten minutes!” she shouted back towards him. had it only been ten minutes? She wasn’t counting but it felt like only ten minutes.

            Tony landed on the ground and released the bulk of his suit. “Try an hour Sweetheart, and that’s not what I was talking about, you’re covered in blood and what the hell is that?!”

            “… A tiny shark with legs…”

            “And why do you have a tiny shark with legs?”

            “Because I found him, and he’s adorable, and he’s mine now,” she held him up for her father to see properly. “This is… Jeff, Jeff the Land Shark.”

            “Oh my God!” Wade jumped out of the Blackbird before it fully landed, faceplanting but quickly recovering as his face healed. “It’s so fucking adorable I can just die!”

**TS**

            “The Rogues have officially left.”

          Tony took a deep breath, it was happening, finally happening, everything was finally coming together. And his daughter was feeling better and was busy taking care of… Jeff, which Tony was only allowing because he didn’t know what else to do with it and it didn’t seem dangerous so far, and several members were already falling in love with the little weirdo, and no, Tony was not one of them… no, not one bit, he was converting the pool to saltwater for health and cost reasons thank you very much.

            “Did they leave anything behind that they might want back?”

            “Aside from Rogers’ phone no, they were very thorough.”

            Tony blushed, “Yeah… you can just destroy that, and don’t look at it unless you want to traumatize yourself, and definitely don’t let Shuri get ahold of it-”

            “It shall be disposed of discretely,” T’Challa promised.

            “Good, good… Romanoff is still out of it, I’ll be starting Barnes’ treatment soon and hopefully, the Rogues will be gathered up within a week or two and we can start putting all this behind us…”

            “I’m looking forward to it…”

**TS**

            T’Challa had promised to destroy the phone, and he was going to destroy the phone. It was a very archaic phone even by American standards and he could only assume Rogers had it because it would be harder to trace, in the contacts were only two numbers, Tony and Natasha, and it looked as if Natasha sent a large video around the time the Rogues decided to leave.

            T’Challa had no reason to look at it, it wasn’t his business, but Tony’s blush and his insisting he not look at it piqued his curiosity, of course he wasn’t just going to look at it, he waited until he was alone in his room, his sister far, far away and he knew nobody else was around before he hit start and instantly froze.

            He should turn it off, rip its components apart, and burn it to ensure nobody not even Shuri could recover it. He definitely shouldn’t be slowly reaching down into his pants while watching Tony being fucked on camera by another man. Oh, Bast the noises the genius was making… how could Rogers have forsaken him? A brilliant mind attached to a very erotic body, what more can anyone ask for?

            T’Challa bit his lip to avoid moaning as he continued watching, wondering what it would feel like to have that genius just once, while he preferred women as he was expected to marry and have children, he couldn’t deny how enticing his fellow men were… how thrilling it was to dominate over another man and have them submit…

          “That’s a good boy… I knew I could get you to see reason…”

            He almost came right then and there hearing the subsequent whine Tony let out at that, never would he even suspect Tony was so submissive… he continued even after the video ended, letting his imagination take over until he spent over his hand and stomach. Feeling only slightly guilty before he broke the phone and destroyed its insides as promised.

**TS**

            Barnes stared at the… thing looking at him. he was sure it was a shark but last he checked sharks lived in the ocean, not in a mansion in the middle of suburban New York. Also, sharks didn’t have legs or make weird cooing sounds at people.

            “It’s not a T-Rex, holding still doesn’t work,” and no, he did not jump a good foot in the air when a woman appeared out of nowhere and scooped the thing up.

            “… I don’t get it.”

            “Prepare yourself then because Peter has already decided to catch you up on movies and television, with a pre-approved list of course because Thor and Loki are still traumatized.”

            Barnes tried to remember who Peter was, the scrawny-looking kid who talked and talked like it was quickly going out of style, his voice belonging to that punk who was able to grab his metal fist like it was nothing. He reminded him of Steve, or what he remembered of Steve… skinny punk-ass Steve who often picked fights with men twice his size and three times as stupid.

            God, he hoped Stark had better control of that kid than he ever did with Rogers.

            “So no war movies then?” not that he would be interested, he fought in enough real wars, and he had no desire to see a fake one on screen.

            “No war movies, big torture scene movies, amnesia as a plot device movies…” she stroked Jeff’s head. “Someone found out you apparently liked science fiction once upon a time so that’s what Peter’s been focusing on.”

            Did he like science fiction? It sounded right, he faintly remembered seeing Howard Stark’s expo and trying not to geek out around Steve and their dates. What else did he like?

            “What about books? I saw the library but haven’t really checked it out yet… is the Hobbit still a thing?”

            “… Yes, yes, it is, along with its sequel and movie adaptions.”

            “There’s a sequel? And movies?”

            “… Peter’s going to have a blast with you…”

**TS**

            Upon finding the Lord of the Rings, Barnes effectively locked himself in his room with all three books plus the Hobbit to refresh his memory as well as The Silmarillion because the idea that someone went through so much time and effort to create a fictional world was absolute madness and he needed to experience it firsthand.

            He wasn’t sure how long he was buried in his book before FRIDAY alerted him that it was time. Time for what? Oh… time for that. With a heavy sigh and a churned stomach at the idea of anyone screwing around with his head even more than it’s been, he reluctantly went down into the medical wing where Tony was waiting… just Tony?

            “We don’t need an audience,” he shrugged at his confused face and motioned towards a bed. “The process is simple… in theory. Basically, we’re going to sever your brain’s association with HYDRA’s trigger, and if we’re really, really lucky maybe bring back some old memories.”

            “… I’ll be happy just getting rid of the triggers…” He laid down on the bed and let Tony strap him down, they weren’t tight; he could still wiggle his wrists around without the metal cutting into his skin. “… I apologize in advance if I do anything…”

            “Funny I was going to say the same thing, if you suddenly wake up with bruises no hard feelings, alright?”

            Barnes laid there, listening to Tony’s voice go on and on about what he was doing, funny how most people would find his voice irritating but for some reason, Barnes found it soothing to listen to… he felt his mind slowly ease up and maybe just maybe he’d be able to fall asleep…

            And then he started hearing Russian…

**TS**

            For yet another time Tony wanted to punch Steve Rogers in the face. The restraints he had used on Barnes were tested on Steve’s strength and by all means should have held nicely… except either that punk-ass son of a bitch was holding back or Barnes was a lot stronger than Rogers, because as soon as the trigger words were said he found himself on the ground with the Winter Soldier on top of him, thankfully not trying to kill him… yet.

            This was fine… this was totally fine, FRIDAY already sounded the alarm, and backup was coming. He just had to stop his heart from pounding in his ears and… was Barnes… no way in hell was he hard… right?

            “Um… you probably don’t fully understand me and that’s fine few people do unless I dumb it down-”

            “Voice…” Barnes or more accurately the Winter Soldier grunted, his eyes focused on Tony’s face.

            “What voice?”

            “Your voice… I like your voice…” he rolled his hips against Tony’s groin and yes, yes he was very hard and Jesus Christ so was Tony all of a sudden which was fucked up on so many levels in so many ways!

            “O-Oh okay… you like my voice um… thanks? I guess but um I don’t think this is very appropriate considering- what the hell are you doing?!” no, his voice did not go high-pitched as the Winter Soldier’s hands slipped under his shirt and pants. Tony’s own hands grabbed ahold of his and even though he gained back his muscle there was no way he would be able to overpower a super soldier outside of his suit!

            “Want you…”

            “F-fuck no, no do you hear me? No… e-even if I wasn’t in a committed rel-ahhh… relationship I have standards and taking ad- agnnn… advantage of brainwashing is a big… big no-no!”

            The Winter Soldier didn’t seem to care all too much about his struggle which Tony would try not to hold against him too much later and thankfully he didn’t have to wait too long before Barnes suddenly collapsed on top of him from being knocked out courtesy of Xavier as the room was swarmed. Strange’s cloak wrapped itself around him and pulled him from under the unconscious super soldier as Colossus picked Barnes up.

            “I’m fine! Seriously I’m fine!” he protested as the cloak carried him away into a separate private room and he was suddenly surrounded by Rhodes, Banner, and Strange. It took him a minute to remember Thor and Loki had gone to visit Asgard and he could only hope he wasn’t going to get a visit by the in-laws anytime soon.

            “I’ll be the judge of that!” Rhodes growled as he lifted his neck and looked it over from every angle.

            “I knew we should have had someone watching over!” Banner complained taking his pulse.

            “From now on there will be!” Strange said leaving no room for arguments, he suddenly noticed that Tony’s clothes were displaced, a deep blush on his face, and a very obvious bulge in his pants… “Did he… did he try to molest you?!”

            “Why do you have to phrase it like that?!” Tony groaned in embarrassment. “He liked my voice for some reason and… I don’t know how his brain works when he’s being mindfucked okay? He wasn’t trying to hurt me he just got… touchy is all, he’ll die from embarrassment when he wakes up and we’ll laugh about it later!”

            “He got… touchy with you?” Rhodey narrowed his eyes. “Am I going to need to explain to him you are off-limits?”

            “Jesus Christ Rhodey I don’t think- mphmm!” whatever he was going to say was quickly silenced by Strange’s mouth over his own.

            “I tolerated Wayne making you beg because at least he asked permission first…” Strange growled moving to suck and nibble on his neck.

            “Which did give us plenty of ideas…” Banner chuckled darkly, slipping his hand underneath Tony’s shirt.

            “A-Are you guys seriously jealous? I-I’m yours! I already agreed I was yours!” he squirmed against Banner’s hand as he pinched and pulled his nipples.

            “That’s right Tones… you are ours…” Rhodey started pulling down his pants and underwear, gripping his still half-hard cock. “All ours…”

            “O-oh God…”

            He didn’t know what to focus on… Strange’s mouth attacking his ear and neck as one hand toyed with a nipple or Banner’s mouth on his other nipple… or Rhodey’s hand on his cock with a finger teasing his ass… his mind was almost blank and it felt… so good…

            “That’s right Tony…” Strange gently tugged on his ear. “Just let go… stop thinking… you do too much of that to be healthy…”

            “Genius… think…” he couldn’t even form full sentences right now…

            “Even geniuses need to relax their brain sometime…” Banner mumbled against his chest, his hand reaching down to fondle his balls.

            “We’ll take care of you Tony…” Rhodey promised as he pushed a finger in. “Just like that… you wanna be a good boy don’t you?”

            “O-oh god… Rhodey please don’t say that…” he whimpered. He fucking whimpered.

            “But it’s true isn’t it?” Strange teased, pinching his nipple. “You want to be good… you’re going to be good aren’t you? Going to stop trying to do things yourself and let us help you…”

            “You’re not alone anymore Tony…” Banner kissed him gently. “We’re here… and you belong to us… you trust us to take care of you don’t you?”

            “Y-yes… yes!” he moaned and squirmed against their hands. “T-trust you… want to be good for you… hard…”

            “I know it’s hard… but we’ll be here… always here…” Rhodey’s found that one spot that made Tony gasp and almost shout. “you’re being so good already, letting us touch you like this together… too bad Thor and Loki aren’t here right now… maybe next time…”

            Tony wasn’t sure how long they went on tormenting his body until Rhodes pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his cock. Tony’s vision went white as Strange had to cover his mouth to muffle his moans.

            “That’s it… God you’re being so good Tony… are you going to be able to handle all three of us?”

            “I won’t be able to participate much…” Banner reminded him with a groan.

            “Yes you can… the three of us can take the radiation meds and I’ll cast a layer of magic over the room so nothing gets contaminated… or we could take this elsewhere.”

            “Don’t really feel like changing scenery doc,” Rhodey’s chuckled setting a steady pace.

            Rhodes and Strange quickly drank down the RadAway – which Strange insisted on renaming eventually – and they helped Tony drink his as well considering he was a bit preoccupied. They were seriously going to fuck him together…

            “G-Guy’s please… I don’t think I can last long enough for all three of you…” though he would sure as hell try.

            “We’ll make it work,” Strange promised pulling off Tony’s shirt and going back to attacking his neck while lazily pinching and pulling his nipples.

            “Just look at you…” Banner groaned capturing his mouth in a kiss as he slowly stroked his cock in time with Rhodes' thrusts.

            “Perfect… just fucking perfect,” Rhodes growled picking up the pace. Soon he was emptying himself inside Tony’s ass. “You’re turn, Stephen…”

            Tony was suddenly on his hands and knees as Strange took Rhodey’s position, Rhodes sat on a chair satisfied as he watched.

            “O-Oh God… oh god… you guys are going to kill me… I’m going to die…” Tony moaned and whimpered, his hips moving in time with Strange’s.

            “Something tells me that’s your perfect way to go out,” Banner chuckled and kissed him again. “But you aren’t dying… not for a very, very long time…”

            “No, no we still have so many years together…” Strange grunted and chuckled as a thought suddenly acquired to him. “I’ve just realized that all this time Tony always takes it… if he were a woman, he’d be pregnant several times over by now…”

            “I mean with all the science and magic on our side it can’t be too hard…”

            “O-Oh God no… no, no don’t talk like that…” Tony whined. “N-no male pregnancy allowed…”

            “You don’t sound very convincing,” Strange reached down and tugged on his cock. “In fact, you seem to be getting even harder from the idea…”

            “N-no, no I mean it… Oh fuck… don’t you dare…”

            Strange’s thrusts ceased as he emptied into the genius, “We’ll talk about it later… Bruce you’re up…”

            Banner maneuvered himself underneath Tony on the table, grasping his hips and moving him up and down on his cock, Tony struggled to remain upright.

            “C-close… I’m so close guys…”

            “We know… you’ve been so good holding back for us…” Banner groaned. Strange and Rhodes were slowly making out in the corner. “Such a good boy Tony…”

            “D-don’t say that… don’t say it…” he whined.

            “Good boy…” Banner chuckled. After watching his lover be used and having to hold back it didn’t take long at all before he could feel himself reaching the edge, he grasped Tony’s cock and jerked it in time with his thrusts. “Be a good boy and come won’t you?”

            His vision completely gave out as he finally came, painting his chest and Banner’s shirt with cum, seconds later Banner groaned and filled him with seed, not nearly as much as last time but still quite a bit. Tony collapsed on top of him, panting and whimpering in a sticky mess, he barely acknowledged a spell washing away the evidence or the hands redressing him and carrying him to his room…