the king grinned as tony let out a light chuckle and agreed to his friendship words. “i am GLAD to hear that.” he nodded, still grinning at tony. t’challa didn’t have a whole lot of friends and so it was nice to put the past in the past… not that tony and t’challa ever had much conflict. “not RECENTLY, no.” t’challa answered and raised his chin for a moment. “i received a letter from him about a month ago asking how the work with mister BARNES was going.” he paused for a moment. “AFTER that… nothing.”

tony too is lacking in genuine friends these days, thus he’ll take nearly any opportunity he can to reconcile with those he once thought close.   ❛ how is the work with him going? ❜   tony’s own chin lifts as he feigns genuine interest in the man now in question, though he truly cares very little for him. he knows the past is the past and that bucky had not been himself, but it doesn’t fix what happened nor change it. still, it’s easier to ask about him than it does about STEVE; the latter man had hurt tony in ways he’d never anticipated. hadn’t they been friends?

              "Did you miss me, Stark? And no, I am not referring to your                appalling aim.”

pepper makes it around the corner of the lab table, and she takes this opportunity to peek at where tony could be; whether he’s close or not. ❛ getting impatient? ❜ she smirks, biting her lower lip to stifle a giggle threatening to escape. ❛ –you know, these shorts are so tight it left no room for panties.. ❜ the redhead first gets back on her feet and takes the chance to dash across the room.

got some replies done, and put the rest either in queue or drafts. i love you all so much, and please keep all of us in the path of i.rma in your thoughts / prayers! ♥

“Michelle, can you take out the trash cans for me please?” Her mom’s voice comes up the stairs to where MJ’s curled up in her desk chair, trying to write a paper on To Kill a Mockingbird and is relevancy in society today, for her philosophy and modern society class, groaning as she leans back and rubs her eyes tiredly. “Yeah,” she calls back downstairs, leaving it to a simple one word response. She’d been up until around two in the morning working on another paper, and gotten up at seven to finish this one, plus she has an article for the school paper due at the end of the week and she hasn’t even started doing research for it. MJ sighs, pulling on a sweater as she makes her way downstairs. Her mom’s in the kitchen, doing dishes by the sounds of it, as MJ starts empty the garbages out of the different rooms in the house. Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen - all of them. Her entire body feels completely exhausted and worn out, not getting more than an average of ten hours of sleep per week with the way all her work is piling up. Her day planner is completely full, each day with some new assignment or something to finish. Her mom smiles at her, kissing the top of her head. “Thank you,” she says, and MJ smiles a little in response. “Yeah, yeah,” MJ says teasingly, kissing her mother’s cheek before she goes to bring the cans out to the side of the road. The first thing MJ sees when she opens the door is a car parked outside that looks to be worth more than anything she’s ever seen, staring at it for a moment in confusion. The last time she checked, the only two people she hung out with (Ned and Peter) didn’t have any car like this, and she doubts that’s changed recently. MJ pauses, kicking the bag in her hand over the front steps as she drags it out to the side of the road.  Once the trash cans are there she pauses, squinting to see through the tinted windows, but it’s no use. Crossing her arms over her chest, she makes her way back toward her front porch, looking out at it again. “Weird,” she says to herself, leaning against the railing. 

heat and desire churn closely together in an all over mind numbing sensation, hindering her from moving, stilling herself a heartbeat, enough for one moan to escape the pair of red lips through a single exhale of breath. she bends to his will, hell if tony were to order her to jump she would at this point, he has her hooked. ❛ actions speak louder than words, mr. stark, let me show you just how dangerous i can be. ❜ one hand will venture downward, surpassing his abdomen until the tops of each fingertip is caressing the base of his member. running along the flesh, gliding, stroking, paying close attention to the underside of his dick before retracting upward and shifting to play with the head. she swipes her thumb overtop the sensitive slit, all the while the remainder of her fingers have coiled around his girth. squeezing, jerking his length at a painstakingly slow pace. if his intention is to tease and prolong, she’ll gladly follow along.

her body yields to him, submitting to every feverish touch or kiss left on her porcelain skin. goosebumps adorn her flesh as a shudder induced bolt shoots down the length of her spine. already she’s quivering - it’s been too long since she’s been this close to him intimately. ❛ i will hold you to that. ❜ with his promise comes excitement, something she’s looking forward to, her heart races on the idea of what he implies. it’s so dirty, so unlike her to go along with ( at least not without a little contradiction before submission - that was how they played this game, but every fibre in her being yearns for the man between her legs, she could care less right now about what is and isn’t appropriate. ) a short gasp suddenly escapes her, head craning back at the path his mouth has embarked on. ❛ god, you’re so good at this. ❜

“I wouldn’t suggest movement, Peter. You’ve got two fractured ribs, six stitches on your arm, and a very badly bruised eye.” Karen’s voice immediately fills Peter’s eyes as his eyes open. Peter groans, wincing at the light. “Anything else?” he asks, coughing into his elbow, which immediately sets a world of pain through him as he winces, leaning back against what he assumes is the bed he was put in.  A small pause. Then, “You also have a concussion.” “Awesome,” Peter mumbles flatly, leaning his head back against his pillow. Peter closes his eyes tight, gripping the edge of his bed. This is bad. This is the worst shape he’s been in - ever, now that he thinks of it. Apparently not even his super healing has kicked in, and when Peter even tries to sit up all he’s greeted with is pain everywhere, like it’s consuming who he is entirely. He isn’t at his apartment, the room he’s in could fit his and May’s entire apartment into the room he’s in - and then some. Peter grits his teeth, trying to manage the pain. “Karen, where am I?” Her voice comes smoothly, like it always is, which at least calms something in Peter. “The Avengers Compound. It’s ten o’clock in the evening, on Friday September the seventh.” Peter blinks, his eyes getting wider when he realizes when he was awake it had been Wednesday - he knows because he’d had a quiz in his senior Spanish class, and now? Now, he’s laid out on this bed and he can’t even piece together what had all went down to get him here. He also knows that any moment, Tony Stark is most likely going to come through this door and lecture the life out of Peter, which he probably deserves.  Peter swallows, a cup of water sitting on a tray an arm’s length away from him, but he can’t even reach for that. But then he remembers: Aunt May. Without even thinking, Peter takes the blankets off, trying to get his legs off of his bed to find his phone. He has to call her, he has to let her know he isn’t dead - she’s probably freaking out right now - “Peter, you shouldn’t be moving, it’s not good -” but Peter ignores Karen, very nearly stumbling onto the floor as he grips the tray beside his bed, his breathing quick and ragged - looking around frantically, his eyes stinging with tears. He feels dizzy and light headed - his ribs hurting significantly, and he’s sure he’s opened a stitch or two on his arm as he tries to look for his phone. Aunt May. He has to call Aunt May.

     She stuffs the folder away, gaze just the same, simple & stern and unyielding. She’s not unfamiliar with scare tactics, sentiments utilized to get the other to speak: she was born and bred within a facility that more-or-less trained mindless killing machines ( or attempted to at least. ) Laura, though still very much a child, had been forced through some of the best tactical training in the world, a brutal facility that saw her as nothing more than an animal and not the little girl pleading for HELP standing before a billionaire.       He stands up straight, folds his arms, and she only mimics his expression, straightening her own spine and shoulders, leering at him in same manner she’d once done to her own flesh and blood. Still, Laura saw no point in continuing to be fully stoic, even if she were a bit perturbed by his unkindly nature.            “Mi nombre es Laura. Soy un mutante…nacido de la sangre del Wolverine.” she tests the waters first with her native tongue. “Bad people made me. Bad people hurt me. Hurt my friends, my family…and killed…” she pauses breathing through her nose to calm the ache forming. “They killed my father. – I am not safe.” 

“Three, Sir. It is your third anniversary.” That’s what Jarvis is for, to help Tony with the little details. “I would say Miss Potts and I have formed a bond over the years, yes. Are you looking to purchase an anniversary gift?”

      he followed his lead and nodded at tony’s words.   ‘  trust me, i’ve smelled terrible before. ’  digging up graves will do that to you. 

and yet, she was praising his change. he had become a better man            couldn’t she do the same? “ i can ask you to come over and have lunch for no reason but when i ask how you’re doing, there comes the red flag? ”

she’s crouching behind one of the work tables, and being as quiet as she possibly could when moving to crawl. thank god i’m not wearing a skirt, her mind wanders. the shorts offer much more flexibility. but more importantly pepper wonders what he’ll do once he has her. ❛ the sooner you stop complaining, the sooner you might find me. ❜ 

she makes a haste decision to descend down the stairwell when approaching the end of the corridor. ❛ oh this is entirely fair, considering the stunts you’ve pulled before! ❜ laughter follows just as she reaches the bottom stair. pepper finds herself in his lab, and with no certain destination in mind, she continues to move forward; perhaps she could hide.