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"People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.” — L.M. Montgomery
Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, very quietly Tony asked Sam, “Do you think she’s wearing anything underneath that shirt?” Tony was now staring. He was now wishing he’d sat at the bar instead of the table, which was further away from the kitchen. The only reason he’d sat there instead was so he could more easily spread his Stark Industries paperwork. Shockingly, this was on actual paper— paperwork that Pepper made him really look at quarterly, so he couldn’t say he was left out of the loop. Since JARVIS was now part of Vision, it didn’t hurt for someone who understood the technical, business, and mathematical side of things to look everything over, as FRIDAY was still learning the ins and outs. Also, when the occasional stockholder asked him a question at a fundraiser, Tony actually knew what he or she was rambling on about even if he was usually bored within the first minute— one minute and twenty seconds if the person was attractive and/or interesting. By the one minute and forty-five-second mark or sooner if his drink ran out, he began answering questions, generally using words that you needed to have an engineering degree or five to understand the basics. He left the person feeling so confused, that person was just grateful for the chance to have spoken with the great Tony Stark, to begin with.
Natasha’s time posing as Natalie Rushman at Stark Industries gave Pepper a few ideas and quick fixes she came to appreciate early on in her days as CEO. Nat knew one of the fastest ways to take hold of a situation was to inundate the target with information. Taking her lead, Pepper learned to send the board members detailed packets of information about every new development that was to be discussed at the board meetings and, since she refused to babysit them, she had an additional copy at the meetings in case they were ‘too busy’ to look them over. These ‘special’ shareholders needed a pat on the head and a pacifier, hence the packet. As far as Pepper was concerned, it was one of Natalie Rushman’s best ideas; however, if Tony was needed to explain something, he did so, at times in nauseating detail, much to her chagrin. This technique generally made the questioner never want to speak to Tony again, which was usually a good tactic for everyone involved.
Unfortunately, Congress was not one of those shareholders and senators and representatives tended to ask long-winded and boring questions. In which case, Tony would either give them the most concise answer as feasible in the most unpronounceable words as possible or he’d write practically a dissertation discussing the subject matter so intensely that a five-year-old could understand it, even if it involved a subject as complex as quantum physics.
He learned both of these strategies from Natasha one night when she couldn’t sleep and was trying to get some paperwork finished for the World Security Council. He smiled fondly remembering the night. She had her still damp hair up in a ponytail and was wearing an SSR t-shirt that must have been a size or perhaps two, too small, but it had looked so good on her. She wore a pair of short gym shorts which showed off long legs stretched out on the coffee table. Her laptop was balanced on her thighs, and she was doing that mischievous half smile that he found far too attractive for his own good. He stood in the doorway and watched her quickly and precisely type word after word. Eventually, he couldn’t stand it anymore and had to walk into the room. He brought her a cup of coffee, which made her look up, and their eyes met. She had fading bruises in various places along her body, but they didn’t detract from her allure in the slightest.
“What are you doing that’s got that devilish grin on your face,” Tony asked as he sat next to her on the couch, a little closer than usual, but not uncomfortably so.
Nat hit ‘send’ and placed her laptop on the coffee table as she replied, “Sending a message to the WSC. I try to make it either as verbose as possible or so concise they have to read between the lines.” Her grin spread a little, “Sometimes it’s fun to do both, so some of the questions get the short answers and some are so very long.”
Tony smiled, “I think you just like creating a little chaos sometimes.”
Nat’s emerald eyes sparkled, “Of course I do. It’s in my nature.” Nat sat her coffee cup down on the coffee table beside her laptop.
“Is it now,” he asked. “How would you feel about creating a little chaos right now?”
“I do like trouble,” Nat smiled impishly, waiting for him to make the first move.
He turned his body and moved closer to her so their legs were touching. She raised an eyebrow at him and leaned toward him. He slid his hand lightly from the back of her shoulder up to her neck and pulled her in closer into the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, surprised at how quickly their kiss had escalated from chaste to hot and steamy. She threw her head back to give him space when he began kissing down her jaw. She grabbed him by his tie to pull him down on top of her as she shifted to lay backward on the oversized couch. Their eyes met again, both storming with emotion that neither was willing to talk about yet. She felt his erection against the inside of her thigh.
He continued kissing down her neck until he got to the shirt, deciding that going from the bottom up was the best way to handle this. He lightly nosed the shirt aside and pulled it up little by little, gleeful at every ounce of creamy white skin he could unveil. He brushed his lips against her and nipped his way up her abs until he got to her breasts. He peered up at her as he licked and sucked on the bottom of her breasts. She wiggled her hips against him, trying to get more friction between her legs. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her breasts.
Tony grinned and pulled away from her enough so he could take her shorts off, “I take it I may have found a sweet spot.”
“Maybe,” she answered teasingly. She leaned back on her elbows.
“Maybe,” he asked as he pulled her shorts down her legs.
“Your science is flawed. You haven’t checked where any other spots might be more or less sensitive.” She bit her lip while she looked hungrily at him.
Tony looked at her thoughtfully, “Oh, you’re absolutely right. I’m going to have to do a thorough scientific exploration into the matter.” Nat nodded in agreement. “This will most certainly take multiple tests. I might even need a partner for some of those tests.”
Tony took off his tie and dropped it on the floor. Then he began unbuttoning his dress shirt.
Natasha decided he was taking far too long to get naked. She tilted her head slightly before reaching down, unbuttoning his pants, and shoving them and his boxers down to his ankles. He kicked them off the rest of the way. “Of course,” she said seriously. “I wouldn’t expect anything other than the upmost professional behavior.” She shoved the dress shirt off his shoulders before helping his pull his t-shirt off. She bit her lip as she looked him over, enjoying his muscular build that most people didn’t realize he had underneath the suits he wore out in public.
Tony sighed, “Leave it to you to make me forget where I was going with this.”
“While you’re trying to remember what it was you forgot, how about I check you over for ‘sweet spots.’ After all, some of them might be in the same places and that’s bound to be helpful in your, ‘work,’” Nat smiled slyly at him.
“That’s an excellent idea. I didn’t bring anything to write with or on, though…”
Natasha smiled predatorily before she pushed him backward on the couch, “It’s okay, I have an excellent memory. I’ve been undercover as an assistant or a secretary several times now. If some things are just a little too fuzzy, we’ll just have to repeat the experiments. If you have the time, that is.”
Tony nodded before bringing his lips up to meet hers as she tilted down to kiss him. He ran his hands over her, anywhere he could touch. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to kiss and touch everywhere at once and linger there and move on to the next spot.
“Nat, this shirt has to go. I usually like various clothes on my partner, but every time I see it I picture Steve.”
Nat giggled teasingly, “That’s cause it’s Steve’s pre-serum shirt.” She leaned over and kissed him again, running her tongue over his lip and gently biting it. Then lightly sucked on it and kissed it better. Nat sat back and took the shirt off, her luscious breasts bouncing.
“My god those are amazing.” Tony’s hands naturally gravitated toward Nat’s breasts. Nat chuckled. “What is it,” he asked still lightly stroking and kneading them, occasionally running his thumbs over the nipples causing her breath to hitch. “Cause they are. They are perfect.” He played with her breasts in between talking about and kissing them.
Nat reached her hand down and stroked Tony’s sizable cock, “I don’t know. This feels pretty perfect to me.”
“If you don’t stop we’re going to have a mess here.”
“I thought that was the idea.”
Without warning Tony flipped her, grabbing her hips and straightened her out flat on the couch. He sat down beside her hips so he could still reach wherever he wanted. He roughly kissed her, his hands making their way down her body. He plunged his hand in her panties making his way to her clit, gently rubbing it at first and speeding up, then he slowed down. He dipped his finger into her hot waiting pussy, her hips jumped off the couch. She moaned even louder than before.
“More?” Tony asked.
“Yes,” she gasped as he slid another finger in her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. He ran his tongue over her breast, gently licking it before pulling gently at her nipple. As he felt her walls begin to contract against his fingers, he sucked harder on her breast. She gushed over his hand.
“Holy shit, Tony,” she said panting.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said as he licked her juices off his fingers.
“Really?” she raised an eyebrow, “What now,” she said eagerly.
He moved between her legs and grabbed her hips, sliding her panties off. He rolled her body until her pussy was up to his mouth. She panted as he swiped his tongue across her clit. He kept changing pressure, from hard to soft to medium. He finally found exactly the right one that caused her to lose all control, she loudly called his name as she came all over his face. Tony grabbed his shirt from the floor to wipe his face off and began kissing up her body he finally got back to her lips and looked at her with adoration.
“Having a good time?” Nat asked. They wiggled until they were laying side by side.
Tony stared at her, “You have no idea.” Nat raised an eyebrow. “Okay…” He smiled broadly at her, “So you might have some idea.” He brushed some stray hairs that’d come loose from her ponytail behind her ear.
She reached up and kissed him, still tasting herself a little on his mouth. She changed places with him, moving him over to his back on the couch. Nat began playing with his nipples, which from his reaction were very sensitive. She smiled up at him as she suckled a nipple. She kissed down his stomach. She didn’t go near the ARC Reactor. He was very protective of it and too many people wanted to take it from him in the past and she didn’t want to associate a bad memory with a good one.
She took his cock in her hand and began doing a slight twist at the end of her jack. He shifted so he could watch her more easily. She smiled up at him and licked his dick from the tip to the base and back again. Tony arched his back up so he could watch her as she sucked him.
“You like that? Any room for improvement?” She asked so demurely he almost didn’t hear what she’d said. She began swallowing him down, little by little. Tony strained not to move a muscle as she swallowed him whole and slowly made her way back up again.
Panting, Tony grabbed her by the hair and brought her mouth to his for a long kiss. “Why do I feel like entire nations could fall just from the way you look at men with their cocks in your mouth?”
Tasha gave him a cryptic smile as she let him roll her backward onto the couch, “Because they have.”
“And somehow that makes you all the more enticing.” He licked her nipple and ran his fingers down to her pussy and pumped in and out a few times making sure she was wet enough for his cock.
She groaned, “That’s because no one ever taught you not to play with fire.”
“Yes, but when you don’t get burned…”
She bit her lip and wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles connecting, “I know what you mean.”
He suddenly pinned her hands next to her head, staring into her eyes. Peering into them, he could see she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He leaned down and bit where her neck met her shoulder, licking over it while his teeth were still against her skin. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly thrust into her, tilting her hips so he could thrust deeper. Within just a few thrusts her vision whited out.
“Fuck! You feel so good,” he took one of his hands out from under her and pinched her nipple just hard enough to begin to make her climax again. “You like that, Natty?” He slowly moved in and out of her. She stared up at him, her pupils dilated, with the most beautiful wanton expression Tony had ever seen. She tightened her grip around his waist. “Fuck Nat,” he gasped out. “You’re so tight and wet. Perfect for my cock.”
“Is that so?” She asked breathlessly before she reached up and ran her nails over his back.
“Fuck!”
Tony felt her body go limp against him. “You okay?”
She looked up into his eyes and smiled, “Never better.”
“Pepper said it didn’t take much for you to cum but wow.”
Nat laughed, “As long as you know what you’re doing, and you definitely seemed to before.”
“Yeah, but most guys can get a girl off if they know how to fingerbang and eat pussy, not everyone knows how to actually fuck.”
“That is a correct assessment, yes.”
“Is it always that easy?”
“No, but most of the time. Angles and whatnot.”
“How many more orgasms can you have?”
A big grin crossed her face, “I’ve never counted!
“Let’s see what we can do about that.”
He groaned into her ear as he increased the pace. He thrust harder and faster, their skin slapping together. He leaned down and sucked on Nat’s neck next to one of the bigger bruises were, he felt the inside of her pussy clamp down on his dick yet again. She groaned his name frantically in his ear, coming as her fingernails dug into his ass. He couldn’t wait any longer, he moaned and exploded inside her. Once he caught his breath, he slid to one side of her on the couch, cuddling up.
“Damn, Tony.”
“What?” He brushed some hair off her shoulder that was sticking to her and kissed her there.
“I don’t know if I should tell you. It might feed your ego too much.” Nat and Tony chuckled.
“I don’t know; I could say the same thing about you.”
Nat looked over at him, “My ego is nowhere near the size of yours. Feed away.”
“This is totally not what we planned when we found out we were going to be alone without the guys for the week. I thought we were just going to get to know each other better by talking while Pepper was gone.”
A huge smile broke out across her face, “No, this was way, way better. Besides, she told me to go ahead if it came up.”
Tony laughed, “She would. Greedy woman. Gets her cake and eats it, too.” Tony grabbed the blanket that had somehow managed to stay on the arm of the oversized couch and covered them up. He nuzzled his nose against her neck breathing in the scent combination of her topped off and her shampoo.
~*~
“Tony. Earth to Tony.” Sam waved his hand in front of Tony’s face.
“Sorry, what were you saying,” Tony asked.
Sam sighed looked down to his bowl of cereal. He looked back up after taking a bite and tilted his head to the left to be able to see into the kitchen better, “Ya know you could always just ask her.”
“Ask her what,” Steve sat down beside Sam, drinking down a good half of his bottle of water. He was still sweaty from the gym.
“Tony wants to know if Nat’s wearing anything underneath that shirt,” Sam smiled conspiratorially at Steve as he watched Steve turn his head to look at Natasha.
“I should go help her.”
Sam grabbed his arm and looked at him, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“No, he should definitely go ask her,” Steve stated, eyebrow raised.
Natasha was standing on her tiptoes trying to reach the peanut butter which Tony intentionally put high up so he’d be able to watch her stretch for it. Even struggling, she made it look graceful.
Tony glanced over at Sam and nodded in agreement, “I like my manhood where it is, thank you very much.” He looked back at her, “That shirt looks familiar, though. I’ve seen it before.”
Pepper walked into the kitchen carrying the dishes from last night’s bowls of ice cream. Nat and Pep had decided to eat and watch TV in bed. Both ended up falling asleep snuggled together under an hour in. Nat had come in from a mission with a few bumps and bruises, and Pepper had been stuck with a potential business associate who didn’t seem to understand that not everyone wanted or needed to do business with everyone else, and she was pretty close to letting Nat explain it to him.
As Pepper reached above Nat’s head trapping her against the counter and grabbing the peanut butter, it suddenly hit Tony where he’d seen the shirt, “Holy shit! Those are my shirts! Both of them.” They were both wearing button up dress shirts that Tony rarely wore. Pep and Nat had only buttoned the necessary buttons to not be considered too risqué. Pepper wore a dark green one that made her blue eyes pop, and Tasha wore a baby blue one that calmed her hair down a shade and falsely made her look easier to approach. Pepper sat the peanut butter on the counter next to Nat and kissed her on the neck. Nat grinned as she turned around in her arms, wrapping her hands loosely around Pepper’s hips, her hands running over her ass. Pepper pushed her against the counter kissing her as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“Damn! Is Pepper usually that smooth,” Clint asked plopping down next to Tony at the table.
“Honestly,” Tony said, “Yes.”
Sam looked at Tony and Clint, “What about Tasha?”
Clint harshly looked at Sam, “Are we talking about on the job or as a regular person?”
Sam suddenly had a ‘deer in the headlights’ look, “Um, both…?”
“She started seduction training when she was twelve. She’s beautiful. If she puts her mind to it, she can get pretty well whomever she wants and she has.”
“Wait, seduction training?” Sam asked.
“Yes. As much as it pains me to say it, she’s excellent at it. I’ve watched her have marks so smitten within a few minutes, they willingly gave her the information she needed. It’s helped save countless lives,” Clint said with a grimace.
“Shouldn’t that be a good thing,” Sam asked.
Clint nodded toward Pepper and Nat. “See how they’re being sexy and oh so very hot to watch?” Nat was nibbling on Pepper’s ear, while Pep’s hands were traveling north to Nat’s breasts.
Tony swallowed, “Yeah.”
“Take Pepper out of the equation and put in a fat disgusting human trafficker selling children.” Sam and Tony both blanched. “Not so hot anymore is it?”
“How does she do it,” Steve asked.
“I just told you, training since she was twelve. I think the first time she had sex because she wanted to and not because she had to was after she joined SHIELD. When Phil was our handler, he made sure that she was given the option. Sometimes she could find out in hours the info we needed, sometimes it took months. Considering how hard it was for Phil and me, I can only imagine how it was on Nat, but she never said no. She always said the faster we got these scumbags off the Earth the better; said she had her childhood stolen and she didn’t want that for other kids.”
A few moments later the guys looked up and noticed Pepper had vanished. Nat suddenly appeared with rosy cheeks and the pot of coffee and cups, “Looks like you boys need refills,” her accent slipped slightly. Clint smiled at her. She filled Clint’s, Sam’s and Tony’s cups and poured Steve and herself a cup. She then deposited the pot on the island and she sat down in Tony’s lap. Almost immediately Tony wrapped his arms around her so tightly she thought he wasn’t ever going to let her go. She kissed him on the forehead, encircled her own arms around him and squeezed him back, “So what depressing information are we discussing this fine morning?”
“Where’d Pepper go,” Tony asked.
“Phone call. I think I’m gonna have to kick that weirdo’s ass. She’s ours, not his.” She smiled at Tony, trying to coax a smile from him.
Steve looked at Tasha, “Nat… I want to ask you something, but I’m not sure how to ask you without offending you,” he said slowly
“Just ask. Tony will make it up to me later. I’ll make him build me something cool, like a step stool so I can reach the peanut butter in the cabinet that’s too high up for me to reach.” She looked at Tony and poked him in the ribs, “Didn’t think I knew what you were doing, did you?” Tony looked guiltily at his coffee cup.
Steve cleared his throat, “Um, the seduction stuff. How does that work? Doesn’t it make you feel…?”
“Gross? Disgusted? Like a piece of meat,” she filled in for him. She took a breath thinking carefully about the right words to say, “Steve, you have to understand that I wasn’t brought up to think of sex the same way most people do. We were taught,” she paused trying to think of the best way to explain it to him, “that my body isn’t mine. It belongs to Mother Russia. We do what we have to without question. You follow the orders or you risk punishment or death. My body being mine is a relatively new concept.” She tapped her finger against the side of her head. “Besides, if it helps me shut down some отвратительная сволочь* , then it’s fine. No one should have to go through what we went through in the Red Room and with the KGB. If I can help one person not suffer, then it’s worth it.”
“Is that why they always sent you in first,” Steve asked. “So you could seduce the information out of them?
Clint spoke up, “Not necessarily. We usually had someone do the groundwork, the surveillance, make connections, you know stuff like that. After that, we’d come up with a good story, and Nat would meet up with them and get sucked into their world.”
“I think I understand why you two work so well together now. You had to watch her through a scope most of the time. You had to figure out what was going on through body language and whatnot,” Sam said.
“There’s been plenty of times he’s posed as my bodyguard, like in Kansas," Nat smirked at Clint.
Clint looked at her warningly and held his finger out in the air pointing at her, “Don’t you even bring that shitstorm up.”
Nat tilted her head and raised her hands in a defensive maneuver, “Fine, you get to be tortured for me by the cult next time.”
“Whoa, what,” Tony asked demandingly sounding slightly panicked. “How were you tortured? Are they dead? Tell me they’re dead.”
Nat caught Tony’s head between her hands, “Tony, breathe. Of course, they’re dead. That’s how I helped Clint talk Laura into getting a nail gun. It came in very handy.” Nat felt the tense shift in Tony’s body. She ran her nails through his hair at the base of his skull, scratching his scalp lightly. She felt him relax slightly under her.
“So what started this discussion anyway,” Nat asked.
“Whether or not you were wearing anything under that shirt or not,” Sam said.
“Who wondered it first?” she asked. The guys looked at Tony. She could feel Tony’s half hard cock pushing into her hip. “That’s what I thought.”
“At the risk of sounding naïve, how is it that you get in with these guys anyway,” Steve asked.
“Just like any other mission. You find out their weaknesses. Some guys like accents, some like anything that’ll fuck them, some like breasts, some like redheads,” Tony squeezed her thigh lightly. Nat turned to look at Tony, “Yeah, we know what you like,” she smiled at him. “Then you figure out how to meet them, a charity event, bumping into each other on the street, whatever. From the info you’ve already gathered, you extrapolate what they desire. This guy likes redheads who can kick his ass, then show him that he’s not necessarily Top Dog by playing hard to get.”
“This is where techniques diverge, at this point Americans usually find a way to drug them, then set them up in a little black room. The problem is physical torture usually isn’t the best way of getting information out of someone. After a little while, depending on their pain threshold, they’ll tell you whatever it is they think they want you to hear. That leads to complications. I usually get a little closer and use my training to get them information, and the mark moves on never realizing he was the leak. Sometimes, I can go in and just befriend their bestie or wife or get a job on the inside, like a maid or a chef. You’d be surprised how much people will talk in front of the help. They tend to forget they’re there. Sorry Babe,” Nat kissed Tony lightly on the nose, “but you rich folk tend to forget about your peons.”
Pepper stormed back into the kitchen and grabbed her a cup from the cabinet. She grabbed the coffee pot off the bar and poured herself a cup of coffee.
Nat hopped up out of Tony’s lap to meet her at the bar. Nat put her knees in the padded bar seat and leaned over the counter showing Pepper more than a bit of cleavage and the guys she was indeed wearing a pair of boy shorts with spiders on them. She innocently looked up at her, “Do you want to invite him here and see what his deal is?”
Pepper’s eyes sparkled, “What did you have in mind?”
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