p/s: I've made it explicit more than my other fics. So, caution: It has sex-scene. There, I said it... *blushing*
Bypassing the main
elevators, he made for the quicker service elevators. “Can you stall them,
JARVIS?” the AI was silent a long moment. Stark shifting uneasily foot to foot,
as the metal device whisked him downwards.
“Sorry Sir, he’s on
the phone with Captain Rogers,” the computer finally returned. Clenching his
jaw, Stark flexed his fingers both metal and flesh, willing the elevator to
hurry. It seemed to take ages for the doors to clang open.
“Time?” he hollered,
running all out.
“One minute thirty
seconds…” the rest of the explanation was cut off as he burst through the door,
chest heaving. Completely oblivious the odd, concerned looks he was getting
from the smartly dressed business people flowing in and out of the Tower.
He spotted the sleek
black SUV just pulling up, his past stepping out of the vehicle automatically.
He looked immaculate, cool, and utterly in control with his cell to his ear.
Tony hadn’t noticed him yet, but Stark’s attention was drawn beyond the man,
focusing the dumpy white car careening towards the unsuspecting man.
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Tony had no idea what
happened, one minute he was on the phone with Steve making dinner plans, and
the next he was being physically tossed aside.
People where
shirking, running, the scene utter chaos around him. Winded, Tony tried to
regain his balance, thinking to get to his suit. Rolling to the side he froze,
mind trying to come to terms with what he was seeing.
A man with a ponytail
atop his head, wearing a cardigan, and of all things, pink bunny slippers, was
standing directly in the path of the oncoming car. The billionaire saw a bare
flicker of irritation on the eerily familiar face as he waited for the vehicle
to get close.
If Tony hadn’t seen
it, he wouldn’t believe what happened next.
Calmly, Stark brought
his metal arm down on the hood of the car; stopping it dead in its tracks. The
crunch of metal and sequel of tires was deafening for a heartbeat before all
was silent, smoke curling from under the hood.
Grunting, the man in
pink slippers rounded the now pile of scrap metal collaring the man driving
before he could run off. With one solid hit, he cold cocked him, looking far too
satisfied.
By now the cops had
arrived, and no doubt SHIELD was on the way as well. Tony finally managed to
get to his feet, looking completely bewildered as his future self appeared
before him.
“You ok?” the husky
voice asked.
“I…yeah…” he managed,
shaking his head he stared at himself. “What the hell just happened?”
Excitement over, the
older man was tucking his hands in his cardigan, “It was a thing.”
Running a hand
through dark hair, he huffed in disbelief. “This whole ‘mysterious’ thing is
wearing thin.”
Chuckling, the man in
monstrous pink slippers shrugged, “Always thought it made me look cooler. Talk
to Steve before he goes into cardiac arrest,” he said, gesturing to the phone.
Both could hear the man yelling frantically. Tony gave him a tight smile, and a
grateful look.
Turning back to the
chaos, Stark watched at the cops rounded up the unconscious man with the busted
jaw. “Well that was close call.”
Stark sighed, tugging
his ponytail. “Was afraid of this,” he whispered miserably. Unable to help the
frown that settled on his features.
“Afraid
of what?”
“Things are changing.
Change the past, influence the future…I was never meant to be out here today,
doing work. After the gala, I tried to…” He whispered brokenly, hand
self-consciously touching the deceive that thrummed so warmly in his chest. His
ever-present companion said nothing. “This was never meant to happen.”
“What
are you going to do?”
“Lock them all in the
Tower until this is over.”
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“You play like a
grandmother Barton…”
“You have to be
cheating, no way your kill count is that high!”
“Zombies piece of
cake, keep up, Hawkeye or I won’t re-spawn you.” Arguing and cutting one
another, the two men focused on the large scene TV, working their way through
the Nazi zombie horde.
“I
don’t recall soldiers rising from the dead and coming after me.” Tony
chuckled, manipulating the control with a single hand easily.
“He’s literally
beating you with one hand Clint,” Bruce couldn’t help but comment from across
the room, where he was pretending to read.
Stark grinned,
eyes on the screen. “Probably using your robot eye too, cheater…” Clint sulked.
“I prefer cyborg,
thank you very much, and how can my eye influence a video game?”
“I don’t know what
kind of wizardry you have!” Laughing, their mirth was cut short as the TV
flipped to the news.
“Wha?” Clint whined,
rounding on Natasha holding the remote.
“Look at the news,”
she said, just as Steve and Tony entered the common room. The nice looking woman
was just finishing up, talking about some sort of trouble in the Middle East
before switching to breaking news.
“More news from the
Stark front, apparently eccentric billionaire Tony Stark has hired a new body
guard.” The footage rolled, and no one made a sound as they watched a man in a
cardigan, sweat pants, and pink bunny slippers punch a car.
“Not sure what Mr.
Stark is thinking in terms of uniform, but he seems to be doing a good job…”
she smiled winningly.
Stark bit his lip
trying hard not to laugh. “You are
such an old man…” he lost it then, giddy laughter bubbling
up, everyone turning to him. Steve the first to crack a reluctant smile,
followed slowly by the others.
Subsiding, Stark
cleared his throat trying to get his laughter under control. Glancing down at
the innocent pink slippers still on his feet, he shook his head at the
ridiculousness. “Fucking slippers…” he was off laughing again, the others
unable to help themselves either.
It was sometime later
when they finally managed to get it under control. Settled in the living room,
smiles slowly slipping as reality intruded on the brief moment of levity.
“I wanted to ask
Stark, what happened today? You never mentioned an attempt on Tony’s life
before,” Steve asked hesitantly, regarding him intently. Sighing, the man from
the future slumped. He’d been dreading this conversation.
“There was none…until
today. The past is changing, the future is changing…unforeseen events are now
influencing what may happen. I was never meant to have been out of the Tower
today, working, or otherwise. After the massacre, I didn’t leave until we got
the call about the invasion…” he muttered looking away, refusing to meet
anyone’s gaze.
If Steve didn’t know
any better, he would have sworn there was a flush a shame on those scarred
cheeks.
Bruce however, couldn’t
leave well enough alone. “Why?”
Stark stiffened. Sadness,
shame, guilt, flashing quickly across his features before they closed down
completely. Standing slowly, he cleared his throat, smoothing the front of his
old man sweater, “I was trying to kill myself…”
Steve felt his Tony
stiffen beside him, dark eyes wide, as the other man moved out of the room
without looking back. Silence reigned as they listened to him shuffle up
stairs, and out of earshot. No one said anything for long moments.
“I think we should
stay in…until this is over,” Bruce said shakily, as he too departed. Clint and
Natasha following. The atmosphere heavy, and thick with tension. Alone, Steve
turned to Tony, heart beating brokenly in his chest.
“Tony?” he asked
softly, the genius refused to look at the big man. “Tony,” he tried again
firmly, this time reaching out, cupping a warm cheek as he turned Tony to face
him. Steve could see the tangle of emotions swirling in dark eyes, hard to
discern and define.
It was too much for
him.
Today had been too
much.
Since this man had
appeared from the future claiming to be him, Tony had been in an emotional
hell. He hadn’t thought he could feel like he was, and the worst part…the worst
part of all of it; the man was horrifyingly right about everything.
Those big blue eyes
were looking at him in concern. “We live so close to the edge,” he mumbled,
blinking at the truth of it. Slowly, he leaned forward kissing the big man
hesitantly, softly, as if afraid he would shatter the moment.
Steve had been waiting
for him, big arms encircled the smaller frame pulling him tight as he deepened
the contact.
The soft chaste kiss
turned desperate, there was no promise of tomorrow for any of them.
Lips fused, they
stumbled towards the nearest bedroom, tumbling onto Steve’s bed as they moved
together frantically. Big hands tugging off the suit Tony hadn’t managed to
change out of yet, the darkened room filling with blue glow.
Kiss swollen lips
moved to lavish attention on the scar tissue around the metal, making the man
shudder. Gasping, he tugged off the bigger man’s t-shirt, needing to feel that
warm, taught skin against his own.
“I need you,” Tony
managed against beautiful lips, shuddering at the vulnerability of the
statement. Hands shaking as tried unsuccessfully to get his own belt off,
normally clever fingers refused to co-operate.
Steve seemed to
understand. Carefully freeing him of the belt, he pushed rumpled dress slacks
down slender hips. Seconds later, he was tossing aside his own jeans. Clad only
in underwear, they lay tangled together, grinding slowly. Tony, a drowning man
clinging the last lifeline he had.
Those hands were on
his hips again, hesitating, until the shorter man arched against him begging.
The final layer between them shed, as they pressed from lips to ankles. The
genius was losing his mind. He couldn’t voice his inner turmoil, but he never
wanted anything as desperately as he did to be with Steve.
Steve ran curious
hands across smooth planes of muscle, content to take it slow. His lover seemed
to have other ideas. Pulling away, Tony rolled to the side table frantically
looking for something, anything to use for lube, momentarily surprised to find
some, he grabbed the tube and rolled back. Blue eyes regarding him curious and
lust filled; Tony wasn’t going to explain he was going to show.
He kissed along that
strong chest, moving lower, looking up at the passion flushed Steve through
thick lashes as he licked his straining erection very deliberately. Teasing a
little more before swallowing as much as he could, moaning around the
substantial mouthful.
“Tony!” the other man
gasped, reaching a big hand out to running through dark hair, as he tried to
refrain from bucking into the wet mouth.
Mouthing his soon to
be lover, Tony slicked up his own fingers reaching to slide them inside
himself, working quickly, as he sucked expertly. Shuddering in anticipation, he
wanted to feel him, every inch of him…alive and with him.
Almost sobbing with
his need, Tony was letting the heavy rod fall from his lips, moving quickly to
straddle those muscular hips; bracing against the strong chest he impaled
himself without preamble.
Steve bit his lip,
steadying the other man’s hips as Tony paused, face somewhere between pleasure
and pain, as he panted heavily. “Steve,” he breathed rocking ever so slightly,
shivering at the sensation.
Stretched almost
beyond capacity, he could feel Steve acutely, their heart beats beginning to
sync. He moved again, the pain receding, leaning forward he was kissing the
blond hungrily as they rocked together, finding a slow steady rhythm. Steve
wrapping his arms around his lover tightly, rolling them he moved between
Tony’s legs, swallowing every muttered word, gasp, and
groan.
Neither was sure how
long they moved, it could have been hours or seconds, as they rocked in a
rhythm as old as time itself. Tony’s mind was long gone, all he could do was
feel, the voices leaving him blessedly alone as his world narrowed to only
Steve moving in him with maddening slowness.
Sweat slicked their
bodies, as his painfully hard cock rubbed between them, providing a delicious
friction. Steve shifted a little, his next thrust sending fission of intense
pleasure racing across his spine, he cried out breathily. “Steve!” he thrust
again, Tony tightening impossibly around him.
Hitting that sweet
spot again and again, Tony bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he spilled
between them hot, and fast. His orgasm trembling through his body. With a
couple more erratic thrusts, Steve was following him over the edge.
Collapsing together,
they rode out the last of their pleasure, as they lay together in a sweaty,
sticky mess. Steve pressed against the cool metal of his newfound lover’s
chest, a rough well-worn hand gently running through his hair and down the
strong back. They said nothing for long moments, neither wanting to break the
silence.
Tony’s mind was once
more buzzing, never ceaseless thoughts turning over, worrying about the next
few days. What if Steve died? What if he failed? He’d seen the results of his
character failings and hoped to God that he was going to make it through this.
He kissed sweaty
blond hair softly, closing tired eyes. “I love you,” murmured, his chest
tightening and constricting as he bared his soul.
Steve shifted
slightly to look at him tenderly, “I love you too, Tony Stark.”
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A floor above them in
the darkened room, a man from the future watched the storm roll across the
city, lightning crackling through the sky seconds before rain began to pelt the
windows. Dark save for his own blue glow, he watched the fury of Mother Nature
with awe. Storms were few and far between in his nuclear damaged sky.
For once, Stark’s
mind was still and silent, as he held a small device, no larger then a cell
phone, gently in his hand.
“Are
you really going to go through with it?” the
voice in his mind asked, dead eyes watching him closely.
“Yes.” He said
without hesitation, the conviction ringing in his tone.
Slowly, he turned to
look at his silent companion. “You’ve followed me this far…” he said softly.
Dark eyes searching lifeless depths.
“I’ll
follow you until the end, Tony.”
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