Edited by ourdeathswillstopnothing
Clint whistled, his hands in his pocket as he made his way to the training room. Although he had been forced to wake up extra early, he felt [considerably] good. After saving the city, again, he and Natasha finally had their alone time without any weird interruptions from Tony. He was also glad that the MIT student had finally finding someone to be with. Tony had seemed more than happy enough to go home home and eat Gabriel’s food. Not to mention that Clint now had the perfect teasing material for later.
The archer entered the training room and called out for Steve. The soldier didn’t reply and he called again, JARVIS confirming that Steve’s presence. He walked around and found him punching at a punching bag, sweat running down his angry face. On the floor were two broken bags, sand oozing out onto the floor. Clint stopped in his tracks, deciding to be more cautious about approaching the soldier.
“Uh, hey Cap.”
Steve punched the bag a final time, sending it off the hook and onto the floor, and he glared down after it. “Hey.”
Clint pretended he hadn’t seen it. “So—um, Bruce suggested we watch some movies together to get Thor more acquainted with films. The Lion King is first—Disney classic and all that. You should come.”
The soldier didn’t turn around. “No thanks,”
“Oh come on! You were the one who kept bugging us for ‘team building exercises’ and all that other bullshit—this is a good bonding opportunity!”
“Is Tony there?”
Clint rubbed the back of his head. “Not yet. Natasha called him and he’s on his way.”
Steve gave a long sigh and finally turned to the archer. “Okay…” He relented. “Hey Clint…how long have you known about Tony’s… date?”
The shorter blonde shrugged. “Just yesterday he mentioned him.”
“Him? Tony’s dating a guy?”
Clint raised his hands in defense. “Whoa, is that going to be a problem? Because I know you came from a traditional time period and all, but just because Tony’s gay for another man—”
Steve shook his head. “No, no that’s not the problem, I don’t care if it’s a man or woman just… how does he check out?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is he a good match for Tony? Is he a good guy?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him. All I know is that his name is Gabriel. But man, Tony can handle himself. We should go, though. Thor’s completely restless.”
Tony entered halfway through the movie, his hands in his pocket and whistling Pocketful of Sunshine. Thor was glued to the movie, but Clint noticed his entrance and turned around. “There you are Stark! Been busy making out with your boyfriend?” and Natasha ignored Steve’s uncomfortable shifting about in the seat next to her.
Tony sat down on the other side of Steve as Bruce turned and looked at him, a friendly smirk on his face. “Boyfriend? I hadn’t heard about this.”
“Guys, he’s not my boyfriend, we’re just dating.” Tony said nonchalantly, with all the patience expected of a Stark as he rolled his eyes.
Clint smirked as well, his eyes alight with a familiar mischievous gleaming. “I don’t know…you seemed pretty excited to go home and ‘eat his breakfast’. Is that a code for ‘We’re going to fuck senseless for the rest of the morning’?”
Thor punched him in the arm. “Shhh, I am trying to watch the lions on the electrical box.” and, holding his arm defensively, Clint mouthed out
‘We are going to talk about this later!’ And refocused on the movie. Steve was the only one who seemed unable to pay attention, instead focusing a steady gaze on Tony as he lost himself in his troubled thoughts.
After finishing the Lion King, followed by Hercules (which Thor found to be inaccurately offensive to the Greek Gods) they headed to the kitchen, where JARVIS prepared a hot meal for lunch. “They made Hades the villain of the film! If children were to see this they would be informed wrongly!”
Clint rolled his eyes. “Dude, it’s a children’s movie. Hades, God of Hell, would make sense for being the villain.”
Thor slammed down his orange juice. “Regardless, they should have stuck to the original tale. Where is this Disney so that I can confront the man with his wrong doings?”
“Dead.” The archer replied. “But forget that, we still need to clue you and Bruce into Tony’s new boy toy.”
Bruce perked up. “Oh right! Tony, please do tell us.”
Tony just rolled his eyes and quietly thanked JARVIS and the other robotic arms as they passed out their food. “It’s not that big a deal, I just started to see him two days ago.”
“Yes, but two days ago and already on a second date—and let’s not forget that mystery man made you breakfast. You’re moving fast here.” Natasha pointed out.
“Who is he exactly? All you’ve really told us is that you met him at a party.”
Tony Stark laughed. “Geez, you guys are so nosey. But yeah, I met him at the party the other night, and he’s the one who got me home after I drank all that booze. I guess we just hit it off from there.”
“Does he satisfy your needs in bed?” Thor asked immediately, causing Steve to choke on his sandwich [Thor immediately responded by hitting his back, altogether too hard]Everyone looked at the soldier, who just gestured for Tony to continue talking through his cough.
Once again Tony laughed. “You are so blunt Thor, but yes, satisfied is one word I’d use for what he does to me in bed.” He and Clint high-fived.
“But what’s his name and what does he do? Is he a reporter?” Bruce asked.
“His name is Gabriel, and he is a SHIELD agent.”
“Ah-ha! 100 dollars Stark! I knew you wouldn’t last!” Natasha shouted, holding out her hand. Tony grunted and pulled a bill out of his wallet, knowing that he’d lost that bet of sleeping with another SHIELD agent long ago.
“Ohhh Gabriel.” Clint teased. “Like the archangel?”
“Or the trickster from Supernatural.” Bruce pointed out. “Sorry, watched a lot of that when I was in the Hulk tank; they kept it on TNT for a while.”
“Trickster?” Thor asked, eyebrows wrinkling. “That is the nickname of my brother.”
Bruce nodded. “Exactly. In the show, Gabriel the archangel is known as the trickster, or ‘Loki’ because of the cruel pranks he pulls on the brothers and the rest of the world. But that’s really off topic, how long has he worked in SHIELD?”
“A couple of months. I think he’s a transfer from the UK SHIELD.”
“Ooooooh, so you’ve caught yourself an Englishman? Nice.”
“Haha, yeah. I actually made plans again with him tonight.”
“A third date? On the third night? Are you going to sleep with him, Tony?” Clint wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before laughing. “Oh wait! You did that the first ‘date’.” Clint said, making air quotes with his fingers. “You really are the man Stark!”
“Thank you, thank you.” Tony said, giving little bows.
The evening progressed with Clint making jokes about British men, Natasha rolling her eyes and hitting him every few minutes (which Bruce watched, all too amused), while Thor turned to Steve to continue his rant on Hercules.
Steve, however, had stopped listening after Tony had admitted that he already slept with Mr. Perfect. Despite his generally open-minded nature, he found himself already hating the faceless Gabriel; just thinking of Tony with another man (or woman) made his blood boil—the exact reason he had previously locked himself in the training room, where he could focus as much anger on the punching bags as he wanted. But now, being forced to hear even more about Gabriel made him want to punch the British man himself. And Steve hated himself for that.
“Well, if this third date goes well I think you should make him meet the dysfunctional family of the Avengers.” Bruce said.
“Being forced to meet you guys? He would have a heart attack.”
“Awww, we’ll be gentle!” and the group, excluding Steve, laughed together like they were a real family. That is, until JARVIS announced that Whiplash was attacking the city.
They assembled and went off to fight crime. Of course, with just one villain to face, they finished their mission in less than an hour, and then felt obligated to clean up the mess. SHIELD finally showed up after half an hour of cleaning, to pick up Whiplash. Phil was driving the vehicle to arrest Whiplash and, helping him was none other than his partner, the well heard of Gabriel.
Iron Man was flying back from the dump, and preparing to take another load of garbage when Gabriel waved to him, a smirk decorating his face. Tony blushed a little under his mask.
Natasha looked up and noticed the blonde man waving at Tony and (the suited man not moving). She smiled and pointed out to Hawkeye, who laughed with her as the rest of the Avengers each took individual notice of the two men. The Hulk scoffed and Thor found himself feeling happy for his friend. Steve, meanwhile, had an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Hey Stark! If you guys break up, can ‘Tasha and I have him?” Clint suddenly yelled.
Iron Man shot him a glared from behind the mask as Gabriel walked up to him.
“You’re taller in the suit.”
Tony removed the mask. “Good, I’m too tired to look up at you.”
Gabriel smiled and kissed his cheek. “You are a good man for literally cleaning up the city.”
“That’s what I do.”
“Tin-man! Stop flirting and bring the trash to the dump!” Hulk yelled, throwing a trash bag in his direction. Tony rolled his eyes and put the mask back on.
“Sorry, still got super hero business to attend to.”
“Of course, but before you go, let me pick you up tonight. I can get us on a ferry ride around the city.”
Tony smiled. “I would love that.”
Gabriel said goodbye and Tony left to finish his trash duty. Gabriel didn’t stay to talk to the other Avengers.
At Head Quarters, Coulson and Loki were in charge of interrogating Whiplash, but received no hints of destruction from Amora. He was just a criminal stirring up trouble because, well, he can. The other agents placed him in prison and the rest of the afternoon was quiet. Loki took advantage of his free time, using it to do more [illegal] research on the Avengers through SHIELD files, gaining a better understanding of them with each one. When he reached Captain America’s file he raised an eyebrow, realizing that his first name was Steve—making him the man Tony had repeatedly mistaken him for during their first night together, something Loki had elected not to tell him.
Loki could have cared less at the time, but now, knowing that Steve was on his team he was intrigued. What connections did Tony have with the ‘First Avenger’? And why would he say his name in bed? He continued to read the files and noticed that according to his birthday, the Captain should have been in his 80’s, discovering later in the file that not only had Howard Stark been the one to create him, but that the Captain had been frozen in ice for a long period of time—explaining his youth. “Hmmmm…” he pondered on this.
“What?” Phil asked. He had his legs propped up on the desk and a donut in his mouth.
“Steve Rogers, he knew Tony’s father?”
“Yup,” he said with his mouth full. “The man made him Captain America—which is funny because I heard that as a kid…Tony had some sort of superhero crush on him.”
Loki laughed. “Really now?”
“Yup, but Stark hates his father—the man never took care of him.”
“Father issues…” Loki mumbled.
“More like daddy issues; great way to coax him into bed, I heard…then again that came from the Hawk, so…”
Very, very interesting. What was the difference between father issues and daddy issues? Both are synonyms for the male parent. Loki closed the file and decided to investigate further later in time.
“So are you guys going to do it on the boat?”
Tony rolled his eyes as he fixed his hair in the mirror. “No, we’re just having dinner on the ferry.”
“Oh, so you’re going to do it in the dining hall.”
“Unless you want that arrow up your ass I think you should shut up.”
Clint raised his hands in defense. “Hey, I just want to know where you guys are doing it tonight. Is that too much to ask?”
“And I already said, we are having dinner on the ferry, walking around the city and then heading back to my place—or his, whichever is closer.”
“So you guys are going to do it at his place?”
“That’s it—where is your arrow?”
Bruce laughed, handing Tony his tie. “He’s just joking, you know that.”
“No I’m not, I’m genuinely curious of his gay sex life.”
Tony glared at the blonde archer. “We are not going to talk about my sex life.” He said firmly.
Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Tony Stark doesn’t want to brag? That’s a surprise, this must be serious.”
“It’s not serious, I just want to have fun with him,” Tony took one last look in the mirror and popped a mint into his mouth. “He should be driving up soon. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Fair-thee-well, my dear friend!” Thor cheered. Steve stood by the threshold with his arms crossed like a begrudging father on Prom night. Tony looked at him, expecting him to say something. But all Steve did was wave and force an unconvincing smile.
It took Loki over thirty minutes to figure out how to use a car—even with magic. He realized all this time he traveled the city it was Coulson who drove. His partner joked it was because ‘he’ was British and drove on the wrong side of the road (which Loki still didn’t understand—although he planned to use it as an excuse for his poor driving) but he had never touched the wheel of a vehicle before. So he left work early and got his own car and taught himself how to drive it without looking like he was using magic. After much practice, he was able to drive straight without crashing into anything (he still couldn’t make turns without hitting a curb).
So when he had successfully parked the car, he rang at the Avenger’s gate but received no answer. Tony walked out of the mansion, his teammates whistling behind him. Loki rolled his eyes as he led Tony to his car and the shorter man commented on its brand and engine. Loki only nodded, really unsure what Tony was talking about. Hearing his brother make a comment about the familiarness of Tony’s date, Loki hastened his pace as he got into the car. The last snippet of conversation he heard was of the archer, Hawkeye, brushing him off and reminding him that he’d probably seen him working before.
The actual car ride went much better than expected for Loki, who drove slowly (and in a straight line). Tony didn’t seem to notice Loki’s lack of driving skills, since he was too busy talking about the car and its interior design. Loki told him it was a company car and that he honestly didn’t know much about it.
They made it to the ferry, where they were ambushed by people trying to take pictures of Tony. Loki knew that Tony loved attention, and expected him to succumb to the crowd’s demands, but instead, Tony held up his hand and smiled before excusing himself and asking for a private area on the ferry. The captain sent them to a secluded a small area just for where the two could relax, setting a bottle of champange on their table before leaving. Tony opened the bottle, laughing at Loki’s suprise when it squirted out, and then poured the drink into the two glasses. Loki raised his and smiled: “Cheers!”
Tony tapped it. “Cheers!” And as they each took a sip, the ferry began to move. Tony walked to the railing, resting his arms on it to look out at the harbor. Loki followed him, taking his glass and setting it next to his own on the table before slowly wrapping his arms around Tony’s waste.
“So, is your team usually that friendly with SHIELD members, or am I just special?” Loki asked, a light smile on his face. “I was pretty suprised by their forwardness. Tell me, did you promise the Hawk they could have me?”
The billionaire chuckled and shook his head. “Sorry, I guess I hoped that they would’ve switched off the dysfunctional family act to meet my boyfriend.” Tony shut his mouth the second the words were out of it, literally biting his tongue in surprise, unable to stop himself from making assumptions about their relationship—again. Loki was simply surprised. He knew that he and Stark were not in Migard terms, ‘together’ and therefore not ‘boyfriends’. However—what were they? They slept together, the called each other, and, let’s face it, in the three days that Tony and “Gabriel” had known each other, they’d gone on a date three times. What did that mean? In the old country, they’d be married by now!
Tony blushed awkwardly pulled out of Loki’s arms, which had stiffened from surprise. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to—I mean that… damn it! Clint just wouldn’t stop teasing me, and calling you a ‘boy-toy’—but you’re not a toy. But I guess we’re also not really together but I do care for you and—”
Loki silenced the usually composed man in a kiss, once again wrapping his long arms around him. Tony didn’t struggle and quickly eased into the taller man’s arms. The God broke the kiss, instead leaving butterfly kisses down Tony’s jaw and throat. “You are cute when you’re nervous.”
“I’m not cute!” Tony said, sounding deeply affronted. “I am to be taken very seriously. I am not a cat.”
Loki kissed his cheek. “No, you are a handsome man.”
“Damn right I am.” Tony affirmed.
Loki laughed. “I know I have a handsome boyfriend.”
He felt Tony tense in his arms. “So, you don’t mind being labeled as ‘boyfriend’?”
“I would think it would be appropriate by now…It may be only the third night together—this technically is our second official date—I picked you up, met your ‘family’ and…” He leaned down to Tony’s ear. “I’ve already fucked you senseless.” Tony shivered. “I think that should qualify as ‘boyfriend’.”
“Okay, I-I…” He gave a silent start as Loki groped his bottom, kissing his neck again. “I get it, boyfriend will do.”
“Excellent. Will I ever meet your team—formally—for their approval?”
Tony laughed. “I think they approve of you. Should I be meeting your family anytime soon?”
“Oh no, fly all the way back to England for a family who doesn’t acknowledge my existence? I rather not.”
“Tch, well, there I definitely understand you.”
Loki cocked his head. “What do you mean?”
Tony and Loki parted from each other’s arms, leaning against the railings to have their conversation. “Father was too occupied in his inventions, mother in her business, and I was sent to boarding school. I mean, I had some communication with my mother—but still, why have a child if you’re going to send him off?”
“That is sad.”
“What about you?”
The God scoffed. He could go on and on about his life as a child, about growing up feeling completely separate from his father; always knowing he wasn’t good enough for either of his parents, and never understanding why. He would never forget constantly being outshone by one of the only people who loved him, who trusted him. And he would never forget the day his fears were all confirmed to be true. No, he would never forget. Not a god, no, but a creature, a monster, kept as a bargaining chip—a bargaining chip! He remembered Thor’s banishment, and how, even in the absence of his brother, he still fell into a shadow, alone and angry and betrayed.
He took a slow, deep breath, using discrete magic to fix the railing beneath his hands—which, in his angry nostalgia, he had nearly destroyed. He cleared his throat and thought of a summarized version of his messed up life.
“In the beginning no, my father loved my brother and me equally. Or, so I thought.” he paused for a second, remembering a television show he caught once in the break room. It had been a show about two brothers, raised equally. The oldest brother went to Highschool and became a football star, while his younger brother, more interested in intelligence than strength, confined himself between the pages of his books. Their father had become more preoccupied with the sports playing son, because that was what was important to him…while the younger brother slipped further and further from his father’s mind, his significance shrinking throughout all of his attempts to regain parental recognition. Loki cringed at the thought, knowing that even though Thor was banished from Asgard, Odin had still loved him more.
“My older brother…” he started. “Was the sports master of the family while I was more school oriented. Father loved sports and as a result paid more attention to him. I was ‘forgotten’ by both of my parents, as a child and teenager. I wanted so badly to just feel like a part of the family. Well, I guess you could say we had a falling out. So then I moved to the US, and I haven’t spoken to them since.”
Tony’s face showed his sympathy. “I’m sorry.”
Loki chuckled. “Why? It’s my problem and you didn’t do anything. But thank you.” He kissed the shorter man.
The rest of the ride they talked more about their childhood, (which is to say that Loki listened to Tony talk about his, and tried very hard to keep the conversation off himself, lest he half to come up with more half-truths). He learned a lot about Tony, although none of it was information he’d set out to learn. “So that thing in your chest, it keeps you alive?”
Tony tapped the reactor under his shirt. “Yes, but you have no idea how much trouble it’s cost me. Almost killed me twice.”
Weirdly enough, Loki hadn’t really noticed the reactor during their first night together. “Although it’s like a really bright nightlight.”
Another chuckle. “I would love to get another look at it tonight.”
“If you keep spoiling me like this you’ll be seeing it every night.”
“I’ll take that into account.”
When the ferry arrived back to the harbor Loki pointed to a small carnival he had noticed. “Let’s look at this.”
Having never been to a carnival, the lights and colors had immediately caught his attention on the ferry. He heard Tony mumble something about the place being ‘dirty and rusty’ but Loki took his hand and dragged him inside anyway. Loki found himself disappointed, however, because none of the rides were either still in the process of being set up, or had unforigvingly long lines. When he pouted Tony laughed.
“Come on, why don’t we walk around the city instead?”
“But the giant Tilt-A-Whirl looks fun!”
“Wanna ride a real Tilt-A-Whirl? Try flying my suit without instructions. Best ride ever.”
Loki chuckled darkly and bent down to Tony’s ear and whispered, “Only because you haven’t ridden me yet.”
The shorter man blushed and playfully pushed him away. “That can be arranged, if we leave now.”
“Fine, where’s the exit—oh look! That’s a giant bear!” Loki pulled Tony to the booth filled with giant teddy bears in different colored hats and vests. He read the instructions to obtain the bears: Knock down 3 sets of stacked bottles to win a bear. $1 per ball. “Looks easy enough.”
The man in the booth looked up from the magazine he was reading and smirked when he recognized Tony. “Well, if it isn’t Iron Man. Care you show off your strength without your suit?”
Tony glared at the man and slammed three dollars down. “Okay, let me show you.” He picked up the first baseball and threw it up in the air and caught it several times before throwing it at the glass bottles. He hit it them, but none of the bottles were knocked over. He tried again with the second ball and then the third one with no results. The man laughed and asked if he wanted to try again. “Hell no, come on—this is rigged.”
“How so?” Loki asked.
“The bottles are stacked in a certain position so that you need Hulk or Thor to break them. Let’s just go.”
“Oh don’t be like that Stark! Just one more try!”
Loki tilted his head at the bottles and then looked at the man. “I’ll go.” He took out three dollars and handed it to him.
“Don’t try it Gabriel, it’s a waste of money.”
“We’ll see about that.” Loki held the ball in his right hand and twirled it around, allowing his magic to precipitate into the spherical object. He took a deep breath, leaned back and with his human strength threw the ball at the bottles—shattering them. He took the next two and threw them at the bottles with the same results. The man’s jaw dropped and Tony looked taken aback. Loki smiled. “I’ll take my prize now—the bear with the yellow hat, please.” The man still looked surprised as he handed the bear over. “Thank you, sir,” Loki smirked, taking the bear. He used his other hand to take up Tony’s, and, feeling satisfied, led them out of the carnival, still receiving many looks from the passersby.
“H-how did you do that?”
“I guess being around you pumps up my adrenaline.” He lied, smiling.
“But-even so that was just—may I perform an x-ray on your body while you throw the ball again?”
Loki laughed. “Of course not, but hey, I won the rigged game and you win this,” he put the bear in Tony’s arms.
Tony’s face turned as red as his Iron Man suit as accepted the giant stuffed animal. “God, I really think you are my boyfriend.”
“I am.” He kissed his forehead. “Now why don’t we go back to your place?”
“That sounds like a plan.”
Loki wished to himself that Tony was drunk—simply because he hated that he was going to have to drive home. No teleporting tonight—just a horrifying car ride in which Loki did his best not mow over pedestrians. He did swerve a couple of times but Tony only laughed, accusing him of being too excited to pay attention.
By the time they (somehow) managed to get to his penthouse, their lips attached as they stepped into the elevator. They stumbled into the bedroom, where their shoes and jackets were thrown on the floor and the bear to the nightstand. JARVIS started to greet his creator but realized quickly that he would only be ignored, and promptly went back into Standby.
Tony managed to rip Loki’s shirt off, licking his neck while the God’s hand traveled down Tony’s pants. The mortal gasped, but continued his tongue techniques. After what seemed like far too long, they got each other out of their pants. Loki grabbed Tony and smirked at the man’s expression. “Wait… Loki is watching.” Tony said suddenly.
Loki froze in horror. What had given him away? Loki mentally kicked himself, deciding he had gone too far winning the prize.
Tony whined at the lost of contact when Loki’s hand pulled away. “Can you turn Loki around; his beady black eyes are staring at us.”
Loki looked at the bear sitting on the nightstand and felt relief trickle down his spine. “You named the bear Loki?”
“Well yes, he’s wearing a green vest and yellow hat. He looks like he’s wearing Loki’s armor and helmet.” Loki began to laugh. “I told you I like Norse Mythology!”
The God kissed Tony on the lips before slowly refocusing his attention to his neck. “Then…why don’t we give…Loki…a show?”
It was completely unlike their first night together. They took their time in their foreplay, their lust and passion entwined with the feelings that now had a foundation to sit on. Drunken Tony had been an animal, licking and biting every part of Loki’s human vessel as Loki returning the favor. Now Tony had his arms wrapped around Loki’s neck, pulling him close as Loki thrust into him, closing his eyes to savor the pleasure. Loki responded just as gently, kissing his cheeks and whispering soft words to ease the painful pleasure. And this time, when Tony climaxed, he cried out for Gabriel—not Steve. However, Loki couldn’t help but feel a sting misplaced of jealousy when Tony yelled the British man’s name, unable to stop himself from thinking that Tony should have been screaming his name—not Gabriel’s, because Loki is doing the work, Loki gave the human meat puppet a personality, and damnit Loki is making love to Tony, NOT Gabriel. But he kept his feelings to himself and enjoyed the climax into the billionaire before collapsing on top of him, both panting.
Eventually Loki pulled out and lifted himself off of Tony to lie beside him. He looked at the man and noticed—really noticed-his glowing blue chest, blinking before stabilizing its light source. Loki pulled Tony close and kissed him a final time before allowing the man to fall asleep in his arms.
Loki stayed awake, debating whether or not to release himself to explore more of the penthouse and find more of the Avenger’s secrets stored away here. He could have made a copy to stay in the bed while he looked around, but he knew that the computer would have sensed something suspicious and could alert Tony. So he pulled the covers over their bodies and watched the human sleep soundly. Patience is key to bring them down. He reminded himself. So be patient. He’s eating out of the palm of your hand. He won’t even taste the poison.