A Cosmic Rendition

It was a late night in Russia. On the outskirts of Salekhard to the north near the railroad stood a building abandoned while still under construction. A couple of black SUVs were parked haphazardly in the compound with men clad in black suits walking about. Nothing could be seen in the pitch blackness of the night apart from the shiny surface of the cars where moonlight reflected from.

The building was empty apart from its eleventh floor where three people were standing in front of a blonde woman who was tied to a chair. She was a foxy vixen, a woman with the body of a temptress. She had been stripped down to her undergarments, and she could feel the lecherous eyes of the men all over her.

Her eyes, a haunting shade of amber, stared at the man in front of her with barely hidden disdain.

The man smirked and backhanded her once again, sending her face to the left. The sting of his slap hurt, and she spat out the blood that pooled in her mouth. However, unrelenting as her sword, she did not bend.

Her assailant was a criminal named Dmitri Luchkov, the son of Georgi Luchkov who was a high-ranking official in the Russian Armed Forces and ran an illegal weapons trafficking network under the table. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he stared at her.

"This is not how I expected this evening to go, but what a sight this is," the man spoke in Russian, smirking, as he looked her up and down.

"I'm sorry to hear that, and I'm glad you're not disappointed," the woman replied.

Dmitri was barely a foot away from her as he stared her down. Blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth and nostrils alike, he asked, "A carrier, a stained glass, and other little trinkets. Why did they send you to carry out these items?"

One of the thugs accompanying Dmitri walked forward and grabbed the back of her chair, tilting it backward. She was on the edge, and a shiver ran up her spine. If he pushed her over, she was a goner.

"Hm? I thought Soholob oversaw exporting," she replied, her voice a little shaky, prompting the man to chuckle.

"Soholob? That moron's enjoying a nice early retirement in Siberia. It seems your reputation is nothing but an exaggeration. The famed White Widow, nothing but a pretty face on the body of a very fuckable slut," Dmitri chuckled, his eyes fixated on her exposed cleavage.

Yelena looked at him as he leaned closer and she could smell his foul breath. His hand grabbed her breast over her bra and he fisted the fabric, harshly tearing it off her, leaving her upper body bare. The eyes of all three men remained trained on her naked torso.

"Lermontov is only a decoy. You really thought we'd ship the tanks in plain sight? Nah bitch," Dmitri scoffed with a malicious grin as he pinched her nipple harshly, making her hiss. His grin widened and he looked down between her legs. Her legs were spread wide and tied up, giving them a clear view of what lay between them. The only things she had on her body now were her panties and her boots.

"Although I'd have preferred the Black Widow. The sight of that red hair in my fist as I pull it while I give her the fucking of a lifetime… fuck that makes me hard," he smirked, and Yelena looked to the right where he grabbed the pair of pliers from the other thug.

"However, that doesn't mean you're not welcome, certainly not. But I think I could do without that face of yours. The rest of you is more than enough for both me and my boys here," Dmitri whispered as he groped her breast roughly and brought the pliers closer, relishing the look of fear that crossed her face.

Suddenly, one of the thugs' phone rang. Confused, he picked it up.

"Da?"

He listened to whatever the speaker said before holding the phone toward Dmitri.

"For you," he said.

Pissed that his fun was interrupted, Dmitri glared at her and snatched the phone from the thug's hand. "Who the fuck is—"

A beautiful blonde woman stared at the screen in front of her which showed Luchkov and his minions standing together. She held the speaker close to her face and replied, "You are at 114 Solenski Plaza outside Salekhard. Eleventh floor. We have an F22 exactly four miles out from your position. Put the woman on the phone or I'll blow the entire building up before you can even get down to the sixth floor."

Fear crossed Dmitri's face and he frantically shoved the phone toward Yelena, who looked at him with a deadpan stare. She was tied to the chair. He quickly placed the phone against her ear and stepped back as Yelena tilted her head, trapping the phone between her head and shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Call from the HQ. It's an emergency" the blonde woman said, staring at the screen which showed Luchkov and his thugs looking around frantically as if expecting someone to attack them.

"What? I'm at work now," Yelena replied, frowning.

"This is more important," the blonde replied with a sigh.

"I'm interrogating here and this moron's giving me everything. Whatever emergency you have can wait," Yelena answered, glancing toward Dmitri who glared. "I'll finish this quickly and join you."

"Yelena," the blonde woman said gravely. "Barton has turned. Your parents barely managed to get out."

There was a moment of tense silence as Yelena stared forward, eyes unseeing.

"I see. Stay on hold for a minute please," she replied, and nodded toward Dmitri, who frowned but bent forward to pick up the phone. The moment he did, Yelena broke a fake tooth in her mouth and placed the little plastic container between her teeth. Her mouth opened and she pressed her teeth, spraying the solution right at his face.

"Fuck!" Dmitri shouted, staggering back, and falling over, taking one of the thugs down with him. The thug cried out as he landed awkwardly, his knee bent at an odd angle. Before the other thug could catch his bearings, he went down as well. All he saw was the sight of a naked thigh as he got a heel right to his face, piercing through skin and fracturing the front of his skull. Meanwhile, Dmitri quickly got to his feet, shaking terribly as he glared at the almost naked woman who jumped over, wrapping her legs around his neck, and raining down elbows on his head, splitting it open. She jumped off, pirouetting on the floor and blindsiding the groaning thug with a swift kick to the back of his head, knocking him out.

All three men remained on the floor, two of them groaning in pain as Yelena spat the plastic container to the side. Whatever solution remained therein flew freely on the concrete floor, as black as tar.

"The fuck was that!?" Dmitri snarled, furiously scratching his face. His nails tore his skin open, gashes covering his face as blood seeped out of them.

"Oh, nothing much," Yelena replied, walking over and squatting over him. He looked at her tits dangling right over his face before his eyes traveled up to her face. She had the smirk of a little she-devil. She looked like a demoness who wielded lust and poison as her weapons – a true succubus from hell. "Just a nifty little poison from this White Widow. Enjoy. That's all you're gonna get from me, ever."

Smirking, she stood up and grabbed her clothes from the chain they were dangling from, quickly putting them on before grabbing the phone. The blonde woman on the other side had been staring at the screen, witnessing the White Widow in action and not for the first time.

"Pick me up from the rooftop in five. Bring a clean-up crew as well," Yelena spoke and threw the phone against the wall where it shattered into hundreds of pieces.

Ten minutes later, a Quinjet was taking her back to the Helicarrier. She sat in one of the seats, eagerly eating a large cheeseburger as one of her closest friends stared in exasperation.

"You shouldn't have done that, Yelena."

Yelena paused between bites and looked up at the blonde sitting opposite her, an eyebrow raised before she took another large bite.

The woman sighed.

"You were told to only observe, Yelena. Interrogation was not authorized, and definitely not the type you threw yourself into," she rubbed her face tiredly. "You better believe your parents are going to tear you a new one when you arrive, not to mention your sister."

Yelena took the final bite of her cheeseburger and threw the wrappings into the dustbin beside her seat. She slowly chewed, increasing the ire of her friend even further before wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Yeah, you were saying something?"

The blonde woman stared at her in disbelief. Yelena scoffed.

"I managed to get the intel we needed, didn't I?" That should be enough," she shrugged. "And don't be a mother hen all the time, Sharon. It doesn't suit you."

Sharon Carter bristled, glaring at her friend.

"You have been explicitly forbidden from engaging in those kinds of missions, Yelena. If I get it from their graces, I'll kill you twice over," she gritted her teeth. Yelena chuckled.

"Yeah right. What's this emergency anyway? I could've gotten so much more info, y'know? That moron was so fascinated with my tits here that he blurted out secret after secret without thinking. Such simple creatures, these men," she mocked.

"I seriously hope they don't get to know about what happened back there," Sharon moaned in exasperation. Yelena chuckled.

"It was nothing. Now, the emergency, if you will," Yelena implored once again.

Sharon gave Yelena a disapproving look but complied nonetheless. "The Tesseract went haywire, and Loki, that is Thor's brother, attacked them. Their graces managed to get away. All forces have been instructed to get on locating the Tesseract. Barton turned to Loki's side and helped him get away. That's all I know right now."

Yelena's eyes widened.

XXXXX

Clark was sitting at the table alongside Diana and Nick Fury. A large translucent screen was suspended in front of them, divided into several fragments, each depicting the face of one of the members of the World Security Council.

They had managed to subdue the Hulk with the help of Doctor Ross, who had quickly taken charge. Maria Hill had gone with them to the medical bay to ensure the Hulk was kept under control before coordinating with the teams assisting in the search and rescue operations.

Nick Fury had arrived an hour ago and he had been debriefed on what had happened in the secret facility in Mojave. It did not take long for the Security Council to call a conference to take stock of the situation and how it was developing.

"You are overestimating yourselves," one of the councilmen said. "I know you wield powers far out of human comprehension but something tells me this is beyond you. I don't think you have the resources or the capability to take control of this situation."

Clark listened to them arguing amongst themselves for almost a minute before he stood up, slamming his hand on the table. The metal was dented, and that brought a lull to the conversation.

"Tell me councilman," he said, looking up at the man to the far right on the suspended screen. "Have you ever been in a war? Have you felt in control of a situation when you are in a war?"

"War?" The only councilwoman asked in surprise. "We were told that one of the most powerful artifacts we had was taken away by the Asgardian. You mean they have declared war on us?"

"Not Asgard," Diana replied calmly. "Loki is acting on his own. Odin and the others have no involvement."

"Forgive me if I find that hard to believe," another councilman interjected with a scoff. "His brother was involved in the incident that happened in New Mexico. What about him?"

"Thor is worlds away," Clark replied. "He is not involved, and I'm not sure we can count on his help either."

"I told you," Alexander Pierce interjected for the first time, his voice accusing as he stared at Clark with a glare. "I told you how the Phase 2 should evolve. But you, in your infinite wisdom, chose to ignore everything. If only we had those weapons—"

"We've had this discussion many times, Pierce," Clark interrupted pointedly, a fierce glare on his face. "And you know I don't like to repeat myself."

Alexander Pierce glared one final time before he looked away from Clark's stern face.

"It's worthless talking about what could have been," Diana interjected, walking forward and standing beside her husband. "Our enemy is at the doorstep. We need to deploy the response team."

"You're talking about the Avengers Initiative," a councilman stated, staring at Nick Fury who looked up. "We shut that project down when you came to us, Director Fury. I hope you have not circumvented direct orders from us."

"I did nothing of the sort, councilman," Nick Fury replied as he walked over. "I had a casual chat outside official hours with a few superiors of mine, over a bottle of whiskey, to be exact. If anything's happened, that was not my doing. You can take it up with my superiors, assuming something's been done, that is."

The council turned toward Clark and Diana with apprehensiveness apparent in their gazes.

"You're leaving the fate of our world in the hands of a bunch of freaks," one of them said stonily.

"I'd take care how I speak about them if I were in your shoes, councilman," Diana replied with amusement lacing her tone. "And we are not leaving anything in anyone's hands. We need defenders, and those who can counterattack too. The threat Earth faces right now is not one you could confront with armies at your back. These individuals might not know each other, and they might have worked in isolation in the past, but we believe they can become what we need."

"You… believe?" the councilwoman said skeptically. "I will have you know wars, as you are calling this one, are not won solely on beliefs. Often, our misplaced beliefs let us down."

"You're right," Fury replied, a small smirk on his face. "They are won by soldiers. And you better believe we've got what we need."

XXXXX

Their new home was cozy. Situated on the outskirts of New York, their country house was exactly what they needed in this world that had transformed into a technological marvel overnight, at least for them. It was perfect for the two of them, with a large garden outside and woods surrounding them.

Steve Rogers was outside in the garden with his wife, both clad in their sparring attire that consisted of a vest and joggers for him, and a sports bra and leggings for her. His wife had her hair in a ponytail that swung behind her as she lunged forward once again. Steve swerved to the side, dodging the uppercut, and sending her skidding away with an elbow to her upper arm.

Steve took his stance once again. They were both enhanced, with similar levels of power and combat experience. It was always even between them.

Peggy shot forward at a quick pace, her body twisting like a cat as she pounced on him. He blocked her powerful punch, his boots digging into the ground as his wife unleashed blow after blow which he kept blocking with his arms. It felt as if she was trying to fight off and repress every bitter memory from the distant past. Steve let her use him, just as she let him use her to blow steam every day.

Their exertions took either a martial turn or a carnal one, and both let them forget what they had endured. Dodging artillery fire, mortar, and the Tesseract's energy beams. Their battle with Red Skull when he had accidentally tapped into the power of the Tesseract, vaporizing himself. Their joint decision to crash the Valkyrie into the unknown, knowing what they were sacrificing.

They wanted to forget all of it.

Finally, Peggy got past his guard and swept her legs, knocking his legs out from under him. He went tumbling back, taking her with him. Panting with exertion, they stared at each other with unbridled lust as Peggy rested her supple rear on his pelvis, sending a thrum through his being at the contact. His hands came to gently cup her behind as she lowered her upper body over his, their faces almost touching.

The sound of someone clearing one's throat made them freeze, and they turned around to look at a dark-skinned man in black attire with an eyepatch.

With a sigh, Peggy got off him, holding out a hand for him. Steve pulled himself to his feet and they turned to look at their guests.

"You're having enough sleep, I hope?" Nick Fury asked.

"We have slept for seventy years, Director. More than enough to last a lifetime," Peggy replied.

"The world has changed," Steve remarked, looking around. "So much that all this feels like a different plane of existence."

"Must be quite an experience for you two," Fury remarked. Steve smiled.

"When we went down, we were at war. We woke up seventy years later, and the war was won. No one remembers what it cost."

Fury frowned, "Sacrifices are not remembered forever, Captain. And certainly not when it's not someone significant. They remember the cost. Those who were affected personally, who lost their loved ones. But the general populace? It would be unrealistic to expect them to remember everything."

"We shall never learn if we forget what happened," Steve frowned. "We will keep making the same mistakes."

"Mistakes are inevitable, Captain," Fury replied gravely. "Some recent, some in the distant past."

Peggy stared at the man with keen eyes.

"What is the purpose of your visit, Director?" She asked directly.

"A purpose that concerns saving the world," Fury replied promptly, nodding toward the man with him. They saw the man walk forward with a folder in his hands. Steve took it from him with a short nod.

Steve opened the folder, and his eyes widened a bit as he looked at the contents. Beside him, Peggy stared at it with a stony face.

"HYDRA," she said softly.

"Their secret weapon," Steve muttered.

"Howard Stark fished that out of the ocean when he was searching for the two of you," Fury replied. "He believed what we do, that the Tesseract could be the source of unlimited renewable energy, enough to eliminate global energy crisis. Something that will be very necessary in the future."

"What happened exactly?"

"Last night, a secret facility in Nevada was attacked by Loki. He is not from around here. He destroyed the facility and stole it from us. Their graces barely managed to escape."

Steve shared a look with Peggy.

"You have been told a significant amount already about recent developments, I believe. This is right up there," Fury continued.

"A part of me wanted it all to be imaginary, to be honest," Peggy muttered before she looked at Fury. "You should've never gotten involved with the Tesseract in the first place, and the same applies to Diana and her husband as well."

Fury frowned.

XXXXX

Out in the Atlantic Ocean, a humanoid figure with red and gold plates cut off a pipeline with a laser coming out of its hand. Once he was done, he placed a STARK Energy Reactor therein and nodded when it lit up. The thrusters powered up and Iron Man shot out of the ocean, flying toward Stark Tower.

"I'm done here. You can deal with the rest," Tony Stark spoke.

"We're off the grid?" the voice of Pepper Potts came from his earpiece. Inside his suit, her face came up on the HUD monitor.

"Yep," Tony replied. "Stark Tower's about to become a beacon of self-sustaining clean energy, all thanks to yours truly."

"Wow," Pepper replied. "The reactor will take over and it actually works then."

"What'd I say to you? Light her up already."

He flew toward the tower and watched as the power switched back on. The massive 'STARK' sign at the front lit up brilliantly.

"How does it look?" Pepper asked.

"Not as lit as I do, that's for sure," Tony smirked. Pepper rolled her eyes at that.

"We need to make the public aware now. Promotion events, talk shows, advertisement, the whole bit," she replied. This time, it was Tony's turn to roll his eyes.

"Just enjoy the moment for now, Pepper," he said, before adding with a promising tone in his voice. "And we can celebrate in another way later."

Pepper Potts blushed slightly as she smiled. "Get in here already."

With a chuckle, he landed on the strip of his penthouse as the hi-tech gauntlets began to disassemble the suit off his body.

"Sir, Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD is on the line," the voice of JARVIS announced.

"Tell him I'm out."

"Sir, I'm afraid he's insisting."

"Deal with it, JARVIS. I've got a better way to spend my time for now."

He walked into the penthouse and took a moment to take in his lovely girlfriend from behind. She was staring upward at the suspended monitors that displayed the metrics of the reactor.

"Levels are steady… I guess," she muttered.

"No wonder," Tony scoffed. "I did it, with your input of course. There was no way we would've had an error. That brings me to another point: How does it feel to be a genius?"

"I wouldn't know, would I?" Pepper chuckled as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close.

"Hm? What do you mean?" Tony asked, slowly kissing along the side of her neck. "All this came from you."

His hands gently caressed her sides, brushing her tits as Pepper released a soft breath.

"Alright," she whispered as he finally cupped her tits and gave them a soft squeeze. "I'll accept that."

"Let's give you twelve percent credit for this," Tony whispered as he began walking forward, taking her with him.

She chuckled, "Twelve? Didn't you say Stark Tower was my baby?"

"Fifteen then," he replied as they crossed the threshold to the indoor pool. The door shut automatically behind them.

The act of taking their clothes off came as naturally to them as breathing, and in no time, they had their arms wrapped around each other inside the pool. Pepper felt his erect penis bounce against her and her hardened nubs rubbed against him as they treaded through the water.

Her hands reached down to grab his length and she gave it a slow stroke, smirking up at him when he sighed in contentment.

"Get up on the edge," she instructed, and he quickly complied, His feet on the steps, he hoisted himself up and sat on the edge, and Pepper came over face to face with his manhood.

Tony groaned when she slowly lowered her mouth on his cock, "Fuck Pepper, that feels good."

She smirked around his cock, and started spreading her saliva around his shaft, moaning happily.

Tony looked down, his eyes drawn to the masses of flesh jiggling at the edge of the pool, and he reached down to cup her tits. No matter how many times he had enjoyed showering them with his attention, she remained amazed at how heavy the soft jiggling mounds were in his hands, and how much spilled out from his palms. His large hands were not enough to cup them entirely.

Pepper arched her back, taking his cock in her mouth and pressing her breasts harder against his palms. The way she was moaning enhanced the feeling of her ministrations around his cock, and Tony leaned back as she stepped up on the steps. Her mouth came off his cock and he stood up, letting her join him by the side of the pool.

Naked, they padded away to the small recliner and Tony lay on his back. Pepper leaned over and in no time, she had his cock back in her mouth. Her hand kept stroking his slick length as she feasted on it, and Tony lay on his back, staring into her sinful eyes as she engulfed more and more of his cock with every bob of her head.

His hands came to rest in her hair, threading through her silky red tresses and he began caressing her scalp gently. Pepper continued to bob her head back and forth on his cock before Tony felt her hand cease its stroking. As he looked down, he saw her plunging her entire mouth onto his cock. The head slithered forward and kept slithering, his length feeling her slick tongue stroking its underside before he hit the back of her throat. Pepper choked slightly, sending splashes of saliva all over his pubic area as she deepthroated him.

Her mouth came off his cock, and she quickly began stroking him furiously, staring at him with arousal.

Tony got off the recliner and pulled her over it. He bent her over and Pepper eagerly followed his lead. She arched her ass high up in the air, expecting him to just shove his dick inside her. As she looked behind, she saw him squatting down on the floor and smiled. He kept eye contact with her, and with a smirk, he began probing her lower lips.

"You're so wet for me, Pepper," he whispered, parting her lips, and exposing the pink slit before sliding a finger inside her.

"Oh yesss…" Pepper moaned. Tony chuckled and inserted another finger, exploring the texture of her warm, wet folds. Her inner walls kept contracting around his fingers, and Tony kept her pussy parted wide, allowing him as much access as possible.

"You have a very beautiful pussy," he said huskily. "And it's all mine."

Pepper could only nod as his other hand reached forward and grabbed her breast, squeezing gently. Her toes curled, teeth biting her lower lip as she let out small whimpers.

Tony held her hard nub between his fingers and gave a sharp tug, and Pepper cried out in ecstasy.

"Ohh fuckkk!"

He chuckled as she trembled. No man could exercise this level of control over her body, knowing just which buttons to tap to make her moan and convulse, leaving her nothing but a stuttering mess. Her hands were gripping the edges of the recliner tightly when she felt him withdraw his fingers from inside her.

"Ready?" He asked, standing up and Pepper felt him rub the head of his cock over her slick folds. "Damn, you feel like you'd suck me right in."

Pepper's response was to lower her upper body on the recliner and arch her ass as high into the air as she could, and Tony smirked before lining himself with her.

"Mmm… fuck," Pepper moaned as his familiar length buried inside her.

"Fuck indeed," Tony grunted. Her pussy was gripping his cock in a vice, and despite how many times they had fucked, the feeling never went old. The sight of her naked back, glowing under the light made him even more aroused and he leaned over, pressing her back against his front and cupping her large tits in both hands, squeezing the pillowy flesh as his cock started moving in and out of her.

Pepper brought her hands up, reaching behind her and grabbing the back of his head closer. Her hips began moving in tandem with his thrusts, and soon she was taking as much of him as she could inside her. Her supple ass rippled with every clap, sending the sound of their lovemaking reverberating throughout the pool room.

Meanwhile, Tony was squeezing her tits to his heart's content. His hands caressed the round orb, pinching and pulling at her nipples before stroking her entire front and coming up again. His lips kissed the side of her neck, and Pepper tilted her head to the side, letting him feast as much as he wanted. She was his and he was hers.

It was when he finally reached down and began rubbing her clit that she finally cried out in pleasure. His cock remained inside, slithering halfway in and out as his fingers stimulated her erotically, sending her closer and closer to her orgasm.

Tony himself was close, and he quickly grabbed her breasts roughly. Before Pepper could brace herself, he started to furiously hammer inside her.

"OHHH FUCKKK!" She cried out as her entire body was rattled by the force of his thrusts. "OHH YESSS! FUCK TONY! YOU'RE GONNA TEAR ME APART, YOU BASTARD!"

Tony chuckled and grunted as his thrusting kept up its pace. Pepper turned around and pulled his hair toward herself, locking their lips in an intense kiss. Her body was wracked with waves of such intensity that she thought she would pass out. His fingers were rough now, furiously stroking her clit as his cock continued to hammer away inside her. It was as rough a fucking as he had ever given her.

"Mine!" She growled into the kiss as she bit his lip before sucking it furiously. Tony's hand kept groping her tits roughly, alternating between the two and he was sure the prints of his palm would remain on them for who knew how long.

"I'm close," he grunted amidst his thrusts as he pulled away from the kiss, but Pepper didn't let him get far. Her hands grabbed his hair once again and she pulled his face toward hers. Their knees were on the recliner as they balanced themselves on it. She felt his fat cock slam harder and harder inside her, his fingers were roughly rubbing her clit and her body jolted furiously until she gleefully exploded.

Tony left her clit and grabbed her tits harshly, driving his cock as hard and fast into her as he could. He relished in her gasps and moans. He felt her pussy walls tighten even further around her, feeling her orgasm. This was life, with the woman he loved eagerly grinding her pussy on his cock, her tongue battling with his as they kissed heatedly. How his hands claimed her in ways only he should. How she begged him to fuck her as hard as he wanted, and how eagerly she took him whenever she wanted.

"I fucking love you, Tony!" Pepper cried out as she rode her intense orgasm, and that sent him over the edge. His cock pulsed, and his hips pumped urgently inside her until he careened over the edge, exploding inside her. She felt spurts of his thick, potent seed shoot inside her, and she eagerly milked him for all he had to give. She was surprised by the amount of cum he gave her, and she knew she would've been definitely knocked up if she was not taking precautions.

"Fuck, just how much did you store up?" She asked with a breathless chuckle when he finally ceased his thrusting, and she let him maneuver them so that she was lying on her back over his body. His hands were still wrapped around her, groping her tits gently as his cock pulsed inside her.

"I love you too," he whispered in her ear. Pepper smiled as his hands kept caressing her tits. She knew how much he loved them, and she let him enjoy himself. In his arms, feeling his warmth all over her, she felt safer than anywhere else.

XXXXX

Almost an hour later they were back in their bedroom, finally changing into proper clothes when the mechanical voice of JARVIS sounded.

"Sir, my telephone. I'm afraid my protocols are being overwritten."

"For fuck's sake," Tony cursed under his breath, earning a playful swat on the chest from his girl. With a chuckle, he walked out of their bedroom toward the living room.

"Stark, we need to talk," Agent Phil Coulson's voice came over.

"You have reached the life-sized mechanical model of Tony Stark. Please leave your message which Mr. Stark will respond to, never," Tony spoke in a monotone.

"This is serious, Stark," Coulson said with a sigh.

"Leave the message seriously, visitor."

Before the reply could come, the elevator dinged and opened up, and Tony sighed when he saw who it was.

"Security breach, JARVIS, initiate termination protocol," Tony instructed.

"I'm afraid there is no such command in my database, Sir."

"Hey Phil," Pepper greeted with a smile as she came over.

"His first name is Agent," Tony muttered.

"Come on in, we're celebrating," she ignored her dramatic boyfriend and smiled at the Caucasian man.

"You mean we're done celebrating," Tony interjected. "Come at another celebration, okay Agent?" He suddenly remembered what their celebrations entailed and rectified, "Or rather, don't. That's not my thing."

Pepper blushed furiously as the meaning dawned on her. Tony chuckled.

"I need you to look this over as soon as you can," Coulson said, holding out a folder for Tony, who stared at it.

"I don't like getting handed things," he replied.

"Oh, perfect. I love getting handed things. Been doing that for years now," Pepper replied and quickly took the folder from Coulson's hand and handed him over a glass of champagne. "Go on, drink up."

Coulson sighed and took a generous sip.

"Didn't even say 'Cheers'," Tony muttered. "Uncultured."

Pepper swatted him on the chest with the folder and handed it over to him.

"I'm afraid you're out of the official consultation hours, Agent," he replied, making no move to take the folder from an exasperated Pepper.

"This is not a consultation, Stark," Coulson sighed.

"Does this have anything to do with the Avengers?" Pepper asked, before quickly adding, "Which I have no clue about."

"It was scrapped. I didn't qualify," Tony replied.

"I didn't know that," Pepper remarked with a frown.

"Yeah. Apparently I'm too volatile, self-obsessed, don't play well with others," he added.

"That, I did know," Pepper chuckled.

"This isn't about compatibility and attributes anymore," Coulson interjected seriously.

"Whatever," Tony waved his hand dismissively. "Come over here for a moment, Pepper?"

"Tony, please take this seriously," Pepper implored softly as she joined him. "Phil seems pretty shaken."

"I don't understand this," Tony complained. "What is all this? And why Phil? He is Agent."

Pepper gave him an unimpressed stare. "Go on, at least see what it is."

Sighing, Tony took the folder and expanded his arms, sending multiple holograms floating in front of them. Each hologram showed something different, from Tony in his Ironman suit fighting against Stane to Captain Rogers and Captain Carter fighting alongside the Howling Commandos. Another one showed a massive green monster attacking the army, while a few panels were showing a man wearing a black cape fighting against another man with a metallic mask over his face and two people – one male and one female – clad in what looked like spandex suits that seemed painted on their skins fighting against a massive mutated lizard. Finally, there was a large hologram that showed Wonder Woman and Superman fighting against a man clad in golden armor with green decorations over it, a large horn-shaped helm on his head, and a large cube that glowed an ethereal blue. Tony and Pepper stared at the cube in fascination.

"I'm going to take the jet to D.C. Tonight," Pepper muttered.

"Not tonight. Tomorrow," Tony replied quickly.

"You've got work," Pepper said, looking at the screen. "A lot of work."

"What if I didn't?"

"Huh? If you didn't?" Pepper asked in surprise.

Tony nodded.

"You mean if you finished, right?"

Tony nodded harder.

"Well then," Pepper smirked and leaned over to whisper something in his ear. Coulson looked at the changing emotions on Stark's face and averted his eyes in embarrassment when the man gasped.

"The final one? Seriously?" Tony asked quickly. Pepper blushed and kissed him, nodding. With a smile toward Coulson, she walked away.

"Alright Agent, I've got to finish this quickly," Tony said as he handed the folder back to Coulson who looked at him. "I've got a very enticing prospect to come home to."

"I gathered as much," Coulson replied drily and turned around to walk away.

"Hey Agent, I've got a question for what's to come shortly," Tony called out in a serious tone, and Coulson stopped, indicating he was listening. He heard a small intake of breath from behind him and listened on, intrigued.

"Where to find the best quality of lube?" Tony asked.

Coulson blanched.

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