Gift for deviouslint: Trick or Treat, Tony Stark?
Title: Trick or treat, Tony Stark?
Gift For: Deviouslint
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Tony/Carol, mentions of other Avengers
A/N: I’ve decided I love anything that gives me bonus points. :)
Prompt: New Avengers. Tony's always hated Halloween, so Steve and Carol try to cheer him up. Established relationship; hurt/comfort. Type of comfort is the gifter's choice, but bonus points for threesome!porn
Summary: Halloween makes Tony cranky, Steve and Carol aren’t going to put up with that.
It was quiet in the tower, Steve having been left to his sketching in the living room hours ago. Not that he was sketching much of anything anymore. Carol had emerged from the kitchen a half hour ago and flopped onto the couch across from him wearing a pair of his cut off sweats and Tony’s MIT sweatshirt. Now he was fully occupied with just watching the fading light play off of blonde hair and curves clad in cotton.
The day had eased after the hustle of the morning, after it had become rather clear that nothing too bad loomed on the horizon, Peter and MJ left, taking Aunt May and Jarvis with them, citing ‘important pumpkin business’. After that a gaggle of X-kids had shown up and made off with Logan, all the while chattering about ghosts and werewolves and other things that the older mutant just had to help them with. Then Luke and Jessica had bundled up the baby and made for the park, while other’s had disappeared here and there all with their own excuses. Steve smiled while he toyed with the edge of his sketchbook; there was something about fall and Halloween and silly, well sillier costumes that seemed to put everyone in a good mood.
The door to the front hall slammed abruptly, making Carol jump and Steve frown. Well, almost everyone. Steve peered over the couch as Tony stalked by, dumping his briefcase and jacket by the couch before taking off his tie and tossing it down the hallway.
“Tony?” Steve called to the already retreating figure.
“Workshop,” was the only answer he got before another door slammed and Steve closed his eyes in a wince.
A moment passed in tense silence before he heard Carol sit up and sigh, “Okay, this is getting ridiculous. You’ve known him longer. How long is he going to be like this?”
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “Like this?”
“Yeah, pissy, anti-social, and anytime anyone asks him what’s wrong he takes the smart-ass approach and slips off to the workshop.”
Slowly, Steve slid back down the couch, “Probably until New Year’s…”
“What!?”
He opened his eyes as his sketchbook was snatched off his chest and tossed onto the coffee table only to be replaced by one, Ms. Marvel. She was straddling his hips with both her hands on her chest looking fit to kill.
“He’s not going to come back to bed until New Year’s?”
That was one of the unfortunate side effects of one of Tony’s moods. He’d been sleeping down in the workshop, probably because he thought he wasn’t fit company.
“He just gets like this around the holidays and Halloween is like the big kickoff. I don’t think he does well with them.”
Carol sighed dramatically and lowered herself down, letting Steve slip his arms around her waist, “I hate to break it to you darlin’, but if you’re over thirteen you pretty much don’t do well with holiday’s anymore.”
Steve snorted and she bit him on the shoulder.
“But really, this has to stop, this thing that Tony’s doing.”
Steve ‘hmm’ed’, toying with the pockets on Carol’s sweats, “Well, the Halloween thing I think is mostly about the costumes. We’re in costumes all year round and then Halloween comes along where everyone else dresses up and what do they dress up as?”
Carol groaned, “Superheroes, us. God, that is annoying.”
“Tony became Iron Man for a lot of reasons…”
“But I bet none of them had to do with drunken frat boys trying to weld themselves into a tin can.”
“Exactly, the um… ‘blind idolization’ bothers him,” Steve said, quoting one of Tony’s more memorable rants about the holiday. This one had caused him, Clint, Jan, and Hank, by turn, to vacate the kitchen in under a minute in order to not get caught up in the chaos that was Tony Stark in a bad mood. Thor had been smart enough to wait until Tony had gotten distracted by the coffee maker and therefore was the only one that got breakfast that day.
“Well, not everyone wears superhero costumes on Halloween.”
“Just sixty-eight percent of the American population.”
Steve grinned as Carol narrowed her eyes and dug her fingers into his sides, causing her Captain to make a very unmanly squeak.
“You are not allowed on the internet anymore.”
“Technically I saw it on TV when Peter was…”
Whatever else he was about to say was muffled by Carol’s hand, “Steve focus, we need to nip this in the bud. I am not putting up with Tony in a foul mood all the way through Christmas.”
The thought wasn’t particularly appealing to Steve either, and he’d put up with Tony during the holiday season in the past. That usually meant a strict schedule of controlled avoidance but he hadn’t been sleeping with the man before. Suddenly Carol’s eyes lit up and she smiled. Steve shivered; the last time she smiled like that neither he nor Tony had left the bedroom for twelve hours.
“I have a plan, well, half a plan. It’s kind of crazy.”
Steve wriggled until he could pull her hand off his mouth, capturing slender fingers with his.
“How crazy? Doombot crazy or time traveling to the eighteen hundreds crazy?”
Carol rolled her eyes, as the setting sun lit her hair up like a halo, “It’s in the middle, I’d say in between singing bank robber crazy and snake cult crazy.”
Steve frowned and considered for a moment before smiling back, “Okay, let’s hear it.”
Tony was glaring. Not at anything in particular anymore. Just in general. He was hunched over his desk; hiding, from a holiday. There was a small part of him that was telling him it was ridiculous; he was taking this all far too seriously. Then there was the part of him that had run into Mary Jane this morning after breakfast, the part that had looked at the short skirt, gloves, the stylized ‘S’, with it’s little red cape and had gone straight back down to the workshop. Besides, stupid stuff happened on Halloween, why was everyone going out anyway? This was like a perfect day for skrulls or something… He frowned and unraveled a section of wiring before rewriting it back into almost the exact same configuration.
He was busy stripping wire now just so his hands had something to do when he heard his lab door open.
“No,” Tony said without turning around, “I’m not going out tonight.”
“I didn’t even say anything.”
He shivered at that voice, leaning back just a bit as arms slid around his chest and Carol left a kiss behind his ear, just below the strap of his goggles.
“’Sides, who said I was down here to invite you anywhere, you grump. Maybe I just wanted a quickie.”
Tony chuckled as he turned halfway on his stool and frowned.
“Now, I know it’s Halloween but aren’t you supposed to go as… not yourself?”
Carol rolled her eyes behind her black mask, “Our wonderful Steve talked me into going to that charity dinner at Gracey’s.”
“Ah,” Tony said winding his mostly clean hand into the red sash at her hip, “Let me guess, he said you’ll just have to put in an appearance.”
Carol batted her eyes and dropped her voice a few octaves lower, “Ten minutes tops, please? There’s going to be children there.”
Tony snickered even though he knew he probably shouldn’t. Steve was wonderful at public relations, especially around the holidays, which more than made up for any disappearances Tony indulged in and… And that train of thought was very sincerely derailed by Carol wriggling nearly into his lap.
“You know,” she whispered, far too breathily for normal conversation, “You could come with us. Between the both of us we could probably pull Steve out of there in an hour and then come back here. We’ve missed you.”
He was almost certain that Ms. Marvel didn’t have any psychic powers, or pheromones but well… when it got put that way… maybe just this once…
Something behind him was beeping.
His head snapped up, “Uh, hold that thought.”
Carol frowned as Tony slipped out of her grasp to turn to one of the monitors over his workbench, the same damn thing had happened when Steve had tried that morning. She leaned against Tony’s back as he typed commands furiously across the keyboard. It was with that clatter in the background that Carol started seriously considering how much she disliked Halloween. It usually didn’t take this much to get Tony to stop thinking with that brilliant head of his and get him thinking with well that other brilliant head of his.
It was twenty minutes before Tony turned to notice her and at least had the decency to look a little guilty,
“You should probably go without me. I’ll be running simulations until… well…”
“Until Doom decides to turn Latveria into a democracy? I know Tony, just had to try.”
He made a sweet little noise when she kissed him, like he really was sorry. But she’d heard that noise before, in all manner of situations, and unlike everyone else she knew exactly what it meant.
Steve was sitting at the top of the stairs in full costume, his shield in his lap and he looked up expectantly when Carol slipped out of the lab only to wilt when she shut the door behind her.
“Plan B?”
She nodded, “Oh yeah plan B.”
It was quiet in the tower. Tony frowned as he tabbed through windows, watching the code for his armor scroll by. He’d been doing that since Carol left and apart from finding maybe an error and a half it had mostly been useless. Maybe he should work on his jet boots or actually run tests on that meteorite that Reed had leant him, or… or maybe he should have sucked it up and gone with Steve and Carol. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it sticking up everywhere as he leaned over his workbench and rested his chin on his fist. He hated Halloween.
His opinion didn’t much change in the next second when the power went out.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Tony growled as he counted backwards ten seconds and…
The emergency lights flickered on, dull blue and white casting shadows up the walls and around corners.
Hmm, that was… not what he was waiting for. Tony frowned as he turned and dug around in his workbench for the maglight he knew he had in there. Okay, ten seconds and the backup generators should have turned on. That was specifically so he didn’t lose anything he was working on. He frowned at dark monitors and clicked the flashlight on. Maybe the generators were on a thirty second delay and not ten. Or maybe rigging up the generators was one of those things he’d been meaning to get around to but had been distracted by doombots or rampaging dinosaurs or Steve’s ass… Carol’s lips… He took a deep breath as he made his way upstairs trying to focus on the current situation. If it was storming bad enough to knock the power out then he was not looking forward to going up to the roof to check on the generators and…
Tony stopped in the darkened living room.
It wasn’t storming at all.
New York stretched glittering out the plate glass window and the sky was so clear, moonlight lit up the room better than the emergency lights.
Okay, Tony could count on one hand how many people had the override for the towers electrical grid and if the street lights weren’t out then… He was practically holding his breath as he heard footsteps coming from the stairwell down the hall. He should have been the only one still on these floors; everyone else had gone to parties or… A door clicked closed, of all the days to not be paranoid... Slowly he reached into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around his communicator as something came around the corner.
Tony dropped his flashlight.
“Oh, looks like the place isn’t empty after all.”
Tony blinked, once and then again to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing as the flashlight bounced and rolled across the carpet only to be halted in its path by one black ankle boot with silver buttons. Boots that were a precursor to a pair of long gorgeous legs clad in fishnets, fishnets, which led up to a wonderful pair of near microscopic short shorts. An impossibly tight corset and bolero jacket completed the ensemble and dark eyes smeared with kohl glittered as a head of blonde hair that looked practically white in the moonlight tilted and then she smiled revealing a set of perfect fangs. Tony swallowed as his stomach flipped but he wasn’t too sure if it was fear or excitement.
“Carol?”
Well, it looked like Carol, had to be, oh God he hoped this wasn’t some strange trick because his life was strange and weird and…
“Not tonight.”
She shook her head and then for a moment he knew that expression. Those ‘trust me’ eyes and that ‘play with me’ pout. He hadn’t seen those since July when he and Steve had walked into the bedroom to find her on the bed in an American flag bikini and then she’d asked if they wanted to see some fireworks.
He definitely wanted to see some fireworks.
“I’m not sure if you’re aware of this but you’re trespassing on Avenger’s property and that can be considered a criminal offense…” Tony started as he began to back slowly towards the living room.
With a flick of her ankle the flashlight spun off down the hallway and Tony took a step back as she took a step forward, “Oh really? You don’t much look like an Avenger.”
“I’ll have you know that I am quite an important member of…”
Tony’s ass hit the arm of the couch and he froze as the distance between them shrank to nothing as she settled her hands on either side of him and purred.
“Oh, do go on, I like hearing you talk,” she grinned.
That wasn’t very fair, after a noise like that she wanted him to talk. His throat had gone dry the second she… She slid her hands up along his chest and buried them in his hair as she pressed against him and he never knew how he always forgot how tall she was.
“Um… the… team,” he finished lamely and she chuckled.
“I don’t know,” she breathed, licking a long stripe up his neck, “You look more like their mechanic to me.”
“Well, uh, that too. I’m very multi-purpose.”
“I bet you are,” cool fingers slipped down his jaw and tilted his chin so she could kiss him.
It took half a second for her to lick her way into his mouth and Tony felt a moan start up in the back of his throat when he felt just the barest tips of fangs graze his bottom lip. This was good, excellent and… Hands! He keened as fingernails dragged up his back, the pressure just shy of tickling, making him arch and squirm.
“What’s this? A trick or a treat?”
Tony panted as the kiss was broken and he wanted to roll his eyes at Steve for that line. But then he looked up. Leather jacket… T-shirt and blue jeans that looked practically painted on. Biker boots… Fangs… and, oh God, his hair was mussed in that just brilliant way that Tony knew Carol had to have done it. That was Steve after sex hair, and Tony whimpered as he crossed to them in three easy strides, coming up to stand behind Carol, tilting her head up to kiss Tony’s taste out of her mouth before regarding Tony with a cool gaze that made Tony sag just a little bit more towards them.
“I think it’s a treat,” Carol grinned.
Steve reached out and cupped Tony’s cheek, his hand carefully tracing lines that they had memorized ages ago. It wasn’t until his thumb brushed over Tony’s lips and his mouth opened, completely involuntarily, to let the digit in, that Steve chuckled,
“I think you’re right.”
Tony had to confess that what happened after that was somewhat of a blur; it took a combination of carrying and tugging on all their parts to get to the bedroom in a haze of kissing, biting, and fondling. A few choice pieces of clothing were left to decorate the hall in their wake and Tony only blinked out of his reverie when he was held against Steve’s chest at the edge of the bed as Carol tumbled onto it, laughing. Tony grumbled when Steve broke the kiss he was currently quite occupied but then the blonde nudged him forward.
“Go on, take care of her.”
Who in what now? Tony blinked as Steve took a step back, settling against the wall a few feet from the bed, that artists glint in his eye and Tony felt a rush of blood make its way… well, south. Steve was going to watch. Steve was going to watch. Something tiny and small in the back of his brain broke and unspooled, everywhere, all over the place. He knew he was gaping but Steve kept grinning as Carol took advantage of his shocked and distracted state to tug him down on top of her, laying a terribly vicious nip on his earlobe.
Oh. Right. He’d been given an order. A pleasingly delicious order.
Carol was already minus jacket and boots; and luckily for the both of them he still had the motor skills to navigate the corset. Everything after that was easy. It wasn’t too long before she was bare and writing beneath him, he was Tony freaking Stark after all. He didn’t know where his shirt or his shoes had gone and there were hands, big hands, easing off his pants and boxers as he stayed preoccupied with lavishing attention to the beautiful pair of breasts that he’d found himself presented with. Carol was making those breathy little gasps as his tongue dragged over a nipple and he was hard, dizzyingly hard, when she tugged his head up and pulled, forcing him to put more of his weight on her.
Steve was at the edge of the bed, jacket and shirt gone; Tony could see him out of the corner of his eye, inspecting, hands reaching out to lift an arm here, grasp an ankle there, run over smooth hips, guiding, warming. Tony was starting to blur with all the sensation, Carol under him gasping and nipping at him, Steve over him, murmuring praise and positioning him far too possessively.
“Please,” he breathed and for a moment all was still as Carol looked up, past Tony, waiting, anticipating.
Steve nodded.
Carol pressed him up, onto his knees as Steve circled behind him, one arm wrapping around his torso, holding Tony in place, one hand skimming down to squeeze and grope at Tony’s ass making him shudder. Carol slid up his front, tasting and teasing as she went, pausing to wrap one hand with infinite care around Tony’s erection before stealing a kiss.
This was ecstasy; Tony keened as he felt fingers, warm and already slick, tease his opening while Carol stroked his cock, once, twice and he was panting as all three of them traded kisses, the press of fangs doing nothing to ease Tony’s shivering as Steve worked him open.
They waited too, evil, keeping him on the edge until he was practically out of his mind and why did it always seem that he was the one to lose control first?
“Please, please, please, I want… Please,” Tony babbled as Steve carefully avoided his prostate and Carol kept her grip far too firm with far too little friction and he wondered if there had been another look exchanged because suddenly Steve lifted and Carol rolled and Tony wondered for a split second when Steve had lost his pants before all three if them slid together and he was beyond caring.
He knew that was his voice, those desperate gasps and choking sobs as Steve filled him and Carol slid so blissfully around him.
A beat passed, pinned between them like a moth as he adjusted, two voices whispering about love and promises that he could only believe here in the dark like this, and with a methodical slowness Carol squeezed, pressing down as Steve rolled his hips, dragging every hurt and worry out into the light.
It wasn’t until later, after clean up, entirely too much giggling at fangs with dental adhesive and a completely democratic vote that ended with Steve having to go up to the roof to turn the power back on, that Steve said it,
“Happy Halloween, Tony.”
Tony had blinked from where he lay, satiated and sleepy between his lovers. He was half spread out on Steve and Carol had fallen asleep with her head resting on his stomach, fingers entwined. Yeah, he’d call it happy.
Gift For: Deviouslint
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Tony/Carol, mentions of other Avengers
A/N: I’ve decided I love anything that gives me bonus points. :)
Prompt: New Avengers. Tony's always hated Halloween, so Steve and Carol try to cheer him up. Established relationship; hurt/comfort. Type of comfort is the gifter's choice, but bonus points for threesome!porn
Summary: Halloween makes Tony cranky, Steve and Carol aren’t going to put up with that.
It was quiet in the tower, Steve having been left to his sketching in the living room hours ago. Not that he was sketching much of anything anymore. Carol had emerged from the kitchen a half hour ago and flopped onto the couch across from him wearing a pair of his cut off sweats and Tony’s MIT sweatshirt. Now he was fully occupied with just watching the fading light play off of blonde hair and curves clad in cotton.
The day had eased after the hustle of the morning, after it had become rather clear that nothing too bad loomed on the horizon, Peter and MJ left, taking Aunt May and Jarvis with them, citing ‘important pumpkin business’. After that a gaggle of X-kids had shown up and made off with Logan, all the while chattering about ghosts and werewolves and other things that the older mutant just had to help them with. Then Luke and Jessica had bundled up the baby and made for the park, while other’s had disappeared here and there all with their own excuses. Steve smiled while he toyed with the edge of his sketchbook; there was something about fall and Halloween and silly, well sillier costumes that seemed to put everyone in a good mood.
The door to the front hall slammed abruptly, making Carol jump and Steve frown. Well, almost everyone. Steve peered over the couch as Tony stalked by, dumping his briefcase and jacket by the couch before taking off his tie and tossing it down the hallway.
“Tony?” Steve called to the already retreating figure.
“Workshop,” was the only answer he got before another door slammed and Steve closed his eyes in a wince.
A moment passed in tense silence before he heard Carol sit up and sigh, “Okay, this is getting ridiculous. You’ve known him longer. How long is he going to be like this?”
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “Like this?”
“Yeah, pissy, anti-social, and anytime anyone asks him what’s wrong he takes the smart-ass approach and slips off to the workshop.”
Slowly, Steve slid back down the couch, “Probably until New Year’s…”
“What!?”
He opened his eyes as his sketchbook was snatched off his chest and tossed onto the coffee table only to be replaced by one, Ms. Marvel. She was straddling his hips with both her hands on her chest looking fit to kill.
“He’s not going to come back to bed until New Year’s?”
That was one of the unfortunate side effects of one of Tony’s moods. He’d been sleeping down in the workshop, probably because he thought he wasn’t fit company.
“He just gets like this around the holidays and Halloween is like the big kickoff. I don’t think he does well with them.”
Carol sighed dramatically and lowered herself down, letting Steve slip his arms around her waist, “I hate to break it to you darlin’, but if you’re over thirteen you pretty much don’t do well with holiday’s anymore.”
Steve snorted and she bit him on the shoulder.
“But really, this has to stop, this thing that Tony’s doing.”
Steve ‘hmm’ed’, toying with the pockets on Carol’s sweats, “Well, the Halloween thing I think is mostly about the costumes. We’re in costumes all year round and then Halloween comes along where everyone else dresses up and what do they dress up as?”
Carol groaned, “Superheroes, us. God, that is annoying.”
“Tony became Iron Man for a lot of reasons…”
“But I bet none of them had to do with drunken frat boys trying to weld themselves into a tin can.”
“Exactly, the um… ‘blind idolization’ bothers him,” Steve said, quoting one of Tony’s more memorable rants about the holiday. This one had caused him, Clint, Jan, and Hank, by turn, to vacate the kitchen in under a minute in order to not get caught up in the chaos that was Tony Stark in a bad mood. Thor had been smart enough to wait until Tony had gotten distracted by the coffee maker and therefore was the only one that got breakfast that day.
“Well, not everyone wears superhero costumes on Halloween.”
“Just sixty-eight percent of the American population.”
Steve grinned as Carol narrowed her eyes and dug her fingers into his sides, causing her Captain to make a very unmanly squeak.
“You are not allowed on the internet anymore.”
“Technically I saw it on TV when Peter was…”
Whatever else he was about to say was muffled by Carol’s hand, “Steve focus, we need to nip this in the bud. I am not putting up with Tony in a foul mood all the way through Christmas.”
The thought wasn’t particularly appealing to Steve either, and he’d put up with Tony during the holiday season in the past. That usually meant a strict schedule of controlled avoidance but he hadn’t been sleeping with the man before. Suddenly Carol’s eyes lit up and she smiled. Steve shivered; the last time she smiled like that neither he nor Tony had left the bedroom for twelve hours.
“I have a plan, well, half a plan. It’s kind of crazy.”
Steve wriggled until he could pull her hand off his mouth, capturing slender fingers with his.
“How crazy? Doombot crazy or time traveling to the eighteen hundreds crazy?”
Carol rolled her eyes, as the setting sun lit her hair up like a halo, “It’s in the middle, I’d say in between singing bank robber crazy and snake cult crazy.”
Steve frowned and considered for a moment before smiling back, “Okay, let’s hear it.”
Tony was glaring. Not at anything in particular anymore. Just in general. He was hunched over his desk; hiding, from a holiday. There was a small part of him that was telling him it was ridiculous; he was taking this all far too seriously. Then there was the part of him that had run into Mary Jane this morning after breakfast, the part that had looked at the short skirt, gloves, the stylized ‘S’, with it’s little red cape and had gone straight back down to the workshop. Besides, stupid stuff happened on Halloween, why was everyone going out anyway? This was like a perfect day for skrulls or something… He frowned and unraveled a section of wiring before rewriting it back into almost the exact same configuration.
He was busy stripping wire now just so his hands had something to do when he heard his lab door open.
“No,” Tony said without turning around, “I’m not going out tonight.”
“I didn’t even say anything.”
He shivered at that voice, leaning back just a bit as arms slid around his chest and Carol left a kiss behind his ear, just below the strap of his goggles.
“’Sides, who said I was down here to invite you anywhere, you grump. Maybe I just wanted a quickie.”
Tony chuckled as he turned halfway on his stool and frowned.
“Now, I know it’s Halloween but aren’t you supposed to go as… not yourself?”
Carol rolled her eyes behind her black mask, “Our wonderful Steve talked me into going to that charity dinner at Gracey’s.”
“Ah,” Tony said winding his mostly clean hand into the red sash at her hip, “Let me guess, he said you’ll just have to put in an appearance.”
Carol batted her eyes and dropped her voice a few octaves lower, “Ten minutes tops, please? There’s going to be children there.”
Tony snickered even though he knew he probably shouldn’t. Steve was wonderful at public relations, especially around the holidays, which more than made up for any disappearances Tony indulged in and… And that train of thought was very sincerely derailed by Carol wriggling nearly into his lap.
“You know,” she whispered, far too breathily for normal conversation, “You could come with us. Between the both of us we could probably pull Steve out of there in an hour and then come back here. We’ve missed you.”
He was almost certain that Ms. Marvel didn’t have any psychic powers, or pheromones but well… when it got put that way… maybe just this once…
Something behind him was beeping.
His head snapped up, “Uh, hold that thought.”
Carol frowned as Tony slipped out of her grasp to turn to one of the monitors over his workbench, the same damn thing had happened when Steve had tried that morning. She leaned against Tony’s back as he typed commands furiously across the keyboard. It was with that clatter in the background that Carol started seriously considering how much she disliked Halloween. It usually didn’t take this much to get Tony to stop thinking with that brilliant head of his and get him thinking with well that other brilliant head of his.
It was twenty minutes before Tony turned to notice her and at least had the decency to look a little guilty,
“You should probably go without me. I’ll be running simulations until… well…”
“Until Doom decides to turn Latveria into a democracy? I know Tony, just had to try.”
He made a sweet little noise when she kissed him, like he really was sorry. But she’d heard that noise before, in all manner of situations, and unlike everyone else she knew exactly what it meant.
Steve was sitting at the top of the stairs in full costume, his shield in his lap and he looked up expectantly when Carol slipped out of the lab only to wilt when she shut the door behind her.
“Plan B?”
She nodded, “Oh yeah plan B.”
It was quiet in the tower. Tony frowned as he tabbed through windows, watching the code for his armor scroll by. He’d been doing that since Carol left and apart from finding maybe an error and a half it had mostly been useless. Maybe he should work on his jet boots or actually run tests on that meteorite that Reed had leant him, or… or maybe he should have sucked it up and gone with Steve and Carol. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it sticking up everywhere as he leaned over his workbench and rested his chin on his fist. He hated Halloween.
His opinion didn’t much change in the next second when the power went out.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Tony growled as he counted backwards ten seconds and…
The emergency lights flickered on, dull blue and white casting shadows up the walls and around corners.
Hmm, that was… not what he was waiting for. Tony frowned as he turned and dug around in his workbench for the maglight he knew he had in there. Okay, ten seconds and the backup generators should have turned on. That was specifically so he didn’t lose anything he was working on. He frowned at dark monitors and clicked the flashlight on. Maybe the generators were on a thirty second delay and not ten. Or maybe rigging up the generators was one of those things he’d been meaning to get around to but had been distracted by doombots or rampaging dinosaurs or Steve’s ass… Carol’s lips… He took a deep breath as he made his way upstairs trying to focus on the current situation. If it was storming bad enough to knock the power out then he was not looking forward to going up to the roof to check on the generators and…
Tony stopped in the darkened living room.
It wasn’t storming at all.
New York stretched glittering out the plate glass window and the sky was so clear, moonlight lit up the room better than the emergency lights.
Okay, Tony could count on one hand how many people had the override for the towers electrical grid and if the street lights weren’t out then… He was practically holding his breath as he heard footsteps coming from the stairwell down the hall. He should have been the only one still on these floors; everyone else had gone to parties or… A door clicked closed, of all the days to not be paranoid... Slowly he reached into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around his communicator as something came around the corner.
Tony dropped his flashlight.
“Oh, looks like the place isn’t empty after all.”
Tony blinked, once and then again to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing as the flashlight bounced and rolled across the carpet only to be halted in its path by one black ankle boot with silver buttons. Boots that were a precursor to a pair of long gorgeous legs clad in fishnets, fishnets, which led up to a wonderful pair of near microscopic short shorts. An impossibly tight corset and bolero jacket completed the ensemble and dark eyes smeared with kohl glittered as a head of blonde hair that looked practically white in the moonlight tilted and then she smiled revealing a set of perfect fangs. Tony swallowed as his stomach flipped but he wasn’t too sure if it was fear or excitement.
“Carol?”
Well, it looked like Carol, had to be, oh God he hoped this wasn’t some strange trick because his life was strange and weird and…
“Not tonight.”
She shook her head and then for a moment he knew that expression. Those ‘trust me’ eyes and that ‘play with me’ pout. He hadn’t seen those since July when he and Steve had walked into the bedroom to find her on the bed in an American flag bikini and then she’d asked if they wanted to see some fireworks.
He definitely wanted to see some fireworks.
“I’m not sure if you’re aware of this but you’re trespassing on Avenger’s property and that can be considered a criminal offense…” Tony started as he began to back slowly towards the living room.
With a flick of her ankle the flashlight spun off down the hallway and Tony took a step back as she took a step forward, “Oh really? You don’t much look like an Avenger.”
“I’ll have you know that I am quite an important member of…”
Tony’s ass hit the arm of the couch and he froze as the distance between them shrank to nothing as she settled her hands on either side of him and purred.
“Oh, do go on, I like hearing you talk,” she grinned.
That wasn’t very fair, after a noise like that she wanted him to talk. His throat had gone dry the second she… She slid her hands up along his chest and buried them in his hair as she pressed against him and he never knew how he always forgot how tall she was.
“Um… the… team,” he finished lamely and she chuckled.
“I don’t know,” she breathed, licking a long stripe up his neck, “You look more like their mechanic to me.”
“Well, uh, that too. I’m very multi-purpose.”
“I bet you are,” cool fingers slipped down his jaw and tilted his chin so she could kiss him.
It took half a second for her to lick her way into his mouth and Tony felt a moan start up in the back of his throat when he felt just the barest tips of fangs graze his bottom lip. This was good, excellent and… Hands! He keened as fingernails dragged up his back, the pressure just shy of tickling, making him arch and squirm.
“What’s this? A trick or a treat?”
Tony panted as the kiss was broken and he wanted to roll his eyes at Steve for that line. But then he looked up. Leather jacket… T-shirt and blue jeans that looked practically painted on. Biker boots… Fangs… and, oh God, his hair was mussed in that just brilliant way that Tony knew Carol had to have done it. That was Steve after sex hair, and Tony whimpered as he crossed to them in three easy strides, coming up to stand behind Carol, tilting her head up to kiss Tony’s taste out of her mouth before regarding Tony with a cool gaze that made Tony sag just a little bit more towards them.
“I think it’s a treat,” Carol grinned.
Steve reached out and cupped Tony’s cheek, his hand carefully tracing lines that they had memorized ages ago. It wasn’t until his thumb brushed over Tony’s lips and his mouth opened, completely involuntarily, to let the digit in, that Steve chuckled,
“I think you’re right.”
Tony had to confess that what happened after that was somewhat of a blur; it took a combination of carrying and tugging on all their parts to get to the bedroom in a haze of kissing, biting, and fondling. A few choice pieces of clothing were left to decorate the hall in their wake and Tony only blinked out of his reverie when he was held against Steve’s chest at the edge of the bed as Carol tumbled onto it, laughing. Tony grumbled when Steve broke the kiss he was currently quite occupied but then the blonde nudged him forward.
“Go on, take care of her.”
Who in what now? Tony blinked as Steve took a step back, settling against the wall a few feet from the bed, that artists glint in his eye and Tony felt a rush of blood make its way… well, south. Steve was going to watch. Steve was going to watch. Something tiny and small in the back of his brain broke and unspooled, everywhere, all over the place. He knew he was gaping but Steve kept grinning as Carol took advantage of his shocked and distracted state to tug him down on top of her, laying a terribly vicious nip on his earlobe.
Oh. Right. He’d been given an order. A pleasingly delicious order.
Carol was already minus jacket and boots; and luckily for the both of them he still had the motor skills to navigate the corset. Everything after that was easy. It wasn’t too long before she was bare and writing beneath him, he was Tony freaking Stark after all. He didn’t know where his shirt or his shoes had gone and there were hands, big hands, easing off his pants and boxers as he stayed preoccupied with lavishing attention to the beautiful pair of breasts that he’d found himself presented with. Carol was making those breathy little gasps as his tongue dragged over a nipple and he was hard, dizzyingly hard, when she tugged his head up and pulled, forcing him to put more of his weight on her.
Steve was at the edge of the bed, jacket and shirt gone; Tony could see him out of the corner of his eye, inspecting, hands reaching out to lift an arm here, grasp an ankle there, run over smooth hips, guiding, warming. Tony was starting to blur with all the sensation, Carol under him gasping and nipping at him, Steve over him, murmuring praise and positioning him far too possessively.
“Please,” he breathed and for a moment all was still as Carol looked up, past Tony, waiting, anticipating.
Steve nodded.
Carol pressed him up, onto his knees as Steve circled behind him, one arm wrapping around his torso, holding Tony in place, one hand skimming down to squeeze and grope at Tony’s ass making him shudder. Carol slid up his front, tasting and teasing as she went, pausing to wrap one hand with infinite care around Tony’s erection before stealing a kiss.
This was ecstasy; Tony keened as he felt fingers, warm and already slick, tease his opening while Carol stroked his cock, once, twice and he was panting as all three of them traded kisses, the press of fangs doing nothing to ease Tony’s shivering as Steve worked him open.
They waited too, evil, keeping him on the edge until he was practically out of his mind and why did it always seem that he was the one to lose control first?
“Please, please, please, I want… Please,” Tony babbled as Steve carefully avoided his prostate and Carol kept her grip far too firm with far too little friction and he wondered if there had been another look exchanged because suddenly Steve lifted and Carol rolled and Tony wondered for a split second when Steve had lost his pants before all three if them slid together and he was beyond caring.
He knew that was his voice, those desperate gasps and choking sobs as Steve filled him and Carol slid so blissfully around him.
A beat passed, pinned between them like a moth as he adjusted, two voices whispering about love and promises that he could only believe here in the dark like this, and with a methodical slowness Carol squeezed, pressing down as Steve rolled his hips, dragging every hurt and worry out into the light.
It wasn’t until later, after clean up, entirely too much giggling at fangs with dental adhesive and a completely democratic vote that ended with Steve having to go up to the roof to turn the power back on, that Steve said it,
“Happy Halloween, Tony.”
Tony had blinked from where he lay, satiated and sleepy between his lovers. He was half spread out on Steve and Carol had fallen asleep with her head resting on his stomach, fingers entwined. Yeah, he’d call it happy.