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Bucky: [to Tony] I’ll carve our initials in a tree on our first date because it’s the most romantic way to let you know I have a knife.

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Movie Night

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Steve smiled to himself, slowly shaking his head, taking another swig of the alcohol. Despite not getting drunk, he still got to enjoy the burn and the taste of alcohol at least. “Like you know what’s on my chest, Stark,” he teased, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye for a moment before returning to the screen. The captain fixed on the television, studying the characters for a moment, “you really think so? He doesn’t look anything like Howard, to me…then again I only really knew him when he was young..” he gave a nervous laugh, scratching at the back of his neck before taking another swig.

Another laugh left the Stark easily, gaze dropping briefly to the chest in question. ..Yeah. Not barking up that tree. He took another swig from his glass, the familiar warmth of alcohol settling comfortably within his veins. It relaxed him, likely far more than it healthily should, but he'd take these moments of calm where he could get 'em. "Ah, 'course." Amber eyes remained fixed on his suddenly nervous friend, shifting himself so his back rested against the couch's armrest and a socked foot settled against Steve's thigh. "This a touchy subject?" Its not like they'd even shared a discussion about his dad since he'd started working along side the captain, save for the basics. Honestly hadn't a clue Steve's full take on the man.

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The Odd Couple

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For his son to still act out like this in his age, oh it boiled Howard’s patience over like a bursting tea kettle. He found himself grinding his teeth, the right clench of his jaw giving him a headache like no other. He could not keep doing this. Anthony was fine when he was younger, the engineer had assumed it would stop once he was an adult but even this was too much. Howard gone through the same exact stage but even he snapped out of it. He was far too hopeful for his son to do the same and now that he was growing older and his wife already laid to rest. He had half a mind to just let everything go, let Anthony spiral and flounder. His son knew nothing of hardship. A shock to the wallet and his ridiculous lifestyle could fix that right up.

Howard would never do such a thing unfortunately. It went against everything his body and morals told him. Irritating on its own, having his son shove such facts in his face were at best, annoying. With a sharp stare Howard took a deep breath, the ginger was in no way anymore dangerous than a frayed toothpick. Howard supposed he could give himself some solace at the end of a bottle. “You know what Anthony? For once you’re right, what a surprise. Try not to let him bully you too much, Mr. Potts. I’d hate to have to pay you silence money because of something my son has done.”

Howard was out of there before anyone could stop him. For an old man, he sure moved fast.

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Mr. Stark was quite strong for a man only half Virgil’s size.

For the moment he could not believe the Elder Stark was leaving, finding the point very saddening that family should fight. He nodded his head in goodbye nonetheless, finding, even if he tried, he would get bullied regardless. Virgil exhaled a very defeated sigh. He gave Tony an equally confused look. “Mr. Stark, I cannot express how grateful we are you chose to donate so much to our cause but I would hate to seem the one who is poach you to do so. Are there not other charities that are important to you?”

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The old man was pissed. Tony could practically see the murderous aura around the elder Stark. it was nothing new, they had done this little dance since he had the ability to recognize his father’s shitty parenting skills and short temper. That’s to say, a long damn time. It was unwise, he knew, given the idiotic ultimatum he had been given, but could you seriously blame him? He’d fight that manic attempt of control with tooth and nail. If it meant futzing around with this heavily accepted beauty, so be it.

Tony freed his hold on the taller male, half tempted to apologize for his over zealous behavior. Not that he would. But the sentiment was there, that’s enough right? “You are not my only reason for donating, Mr. Potts.” Tony smiled, hoping it came off as charming rather than lecherous. “I simply feel your organization deserves my donations more than any other. I assure you, there is no ‘poaching’ of any kind.”

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Unusual House Guest

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Rhodey took hold of Tony’s arm before he could make his ever sass-tastic exit, pulling him firmly right back over. He glanced towards the red head, making sure she was out of earshot before continuing. “Hey, don’t think we are done here. You will be explaining all of this after dinner. Preferably just one on one.” He murmured with a ‘just try and scamper off’ sort of look before releasing his grip.

“It smells absolutely divine, Miss Potts. Thank you for preparing it.” James called out as they were addressed, his boots clacking on the hardwood as he entered the kitchen. He fetched three bowls for the young girl, placing them beside the mouth watering pot of stew. “You are quite a cook, if your meal tastes half as good as it smells, I may just have to come over every night.”

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She beamed at what she thought was a compliment. Since coming here, Pepper was exposed to many things, Tony’s opulence the biggest matter that she was still attempting to get used to, but everything else was a slow adaptation. It seemed that Tony actually did have good friends, they just couldn’t protect him all the time. She wondered if that would be given to her as part of her job? He hoped not. He wasn’t meant to help anyone to begin with, she was too tiny right now. Later though, perhaps she’d consider it.

Serving all three bowls full of the stew she sat on the high chair, a little difficult to her because she was so short and took a fork to dig in. She didn’t wait to watch them, too focused on her growling stomach. It was possibly a good thing considering Pepper for the longest time wouldn’t eat at all when he got to the States. He didn’t even know what a good meal tasted like until Tony sat her down and made her eat some serious dishes that were a must to have before death. Now? Pep seemed to grow with the minute care, even if Tony faked his attention towards the kid.

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The mechanic grunted as the harsh hold of his friend stopped him clear in his tracks, stumbling back into main hall as he was yanked back like some dog. Unamused amber eyes fell on the other, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Aye, aye colonel.” He saluted, brushing off his arm before following after. He didn’t exactly like the sound of such a discussion, not that it could be avoided. James seemed more than a little dead set on his decision to grill him.

But for now? Chow time.

Tony took his seat as the two flittered about the kitchen, the gorgeous scent of Pepper’s stew wafting heavily through the air. He had to agree with James on this one, she was one hell of a cook. Its not that he wasn't used to highclass food, but something about a homemade meal made by a sweet little thing always seemed to taste so much better. Tony grinned rather fondly as Pepper eagerly dove into his meal, sharing an exchange of glances with the solider across from him. Come on, he was taking care of her! Nothing devious about it. With an eagerness of his own, Tony chowed down, nearly groaning around a large mouthful. “How about I just hire you full time as my line chef, huh? I’ll pay ya’.” He teased, though the idea wasn’t at all unappealing.

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Death Ties Us

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Kids these days, sure moved fast.

It was more a societal shift in the dating game that developed due to the rapid changes in what teens were into these days. Who knew they’d get a heightened aptitude for sex? Who was going to stop them from continuing to change the dynamics? No one, which was an advantage to girls and boys like Isabel around the world. Hook ups with potential were the best kind but even Isabel had to give her new friend some credit. He didn’t seem much for commitment but he was so charming.

A quiet little laugh left her lips as she was raised onto his lap, shapely thighs encompassing him, as she spread herself open. Leaning in for a sweet, light kiss, Isabel let out a soft gasp with his toying of her body. Her hips came forward and with her own sinful little roll she was pressed completely on top of his cock. She was raised up on her knees, the couch cushions soft against the delicately pale skin as she breathed out the short laugh, looking up at him through long lashes. Teasing them both was sure to pay off.

“I can focus..it’s you who’s distracted.” She huffed into a soft pant, licking her lower lip with purpose as the muscles of her thighs held a small shiver. She held a feigned pout in her tone, even as she began to rock down against the tip of his aching cock and up into his fingers. “Are you going to make me beg, Mister?”

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Warm caramel eyes flickered upwards in surprise as the unexpectedly devious honey bunny lifted her hips. Her tight heat brushed the head of his already staining length, a delightedly heady groan dragging from the inventor’s tongue.

Ooof. How the times had changed indeed.

Perhaps he was just old fashioned. Foreplay was his bread and butter, and it generally took quite a lot to get a woman to the the point of mounting him like a randy teenager. ...Well, unless she was a randy teenager. Hadn’t asked, and at this point he wasn’t about to ruin the fucking mood.

“That’s ah.. accurate statement.” He chuckled, a touch breathless as the soft pink of her tongue held his attention. His cock twitched up against the teasing roll of her hips, the dripping wet heat brushing the pads of his fingertips. Hoooly hell. “As much as I would love to hear you beg, I really don’t think either of us have the patience for it.” Tony rumbled, hand pulling from her slicked entrance to suckle his fingertips clean. Ooh how he had missed this. Getting ‘down and dirty’ had been rather lost with his wife. Even then, it was dull, and methodical, always with protection.

The mechanic wasn’t about to waste such a golden opportunity. Calloused digits rested upon her hip bone, his free hand taking hold of his length as he guided Isabel into position. With torturous leisure Tony pressed within the young tight warmth, escorting the girl down until she enveloped him fully. Fuuck yes. His hips rolled, planting a bristled kiss against the girl’s jawline.

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