The following takes place before the events of Avengers: Disassembled.
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The large bay doors of Avengers Mansion opened up, responding to the command sent from Iron Man's armor. Iron Man was just returning from a battle with the Mandarin, and was looking forward to a long shower and a glass of fine brandy. Flying through the air, he reveled in the freedom he felt. His technologically advanced suit of armor, years beyond anyone else's ability, gave Tony Stark such pride that he couldn't help but smile ear to ear the whole time he was inside it.
The jets attached to his boots allowed him to zip through the air with ease, and over the years Tony Stark had learned to fly exceptionally well, flipping and turning on command. The bright red and yellow of his armor was quite flashy, as Stark loved to show off his proudest achievement. He came to a stop, hovering in mid air above the open doors of the hangar behind the mansion.
Lowering the power of his jet boots, Iron Man came to a gentle landing in the middle of the hangar. With a hiss of pressurized air he pulled his helmet off his head, revealing a mess of short, sweaty black hair and a meticulously groomed black goatee and mustache.
Despite his messy hair he looked every bit as good as they say, with a strong jaw and icy blue eyes. It was no wonder he was one of the world's most sought after and dreamed about bachelors. He ran an armored hand through his hair. "Gotta invent something to deal with this helmet hair," he thought to himself. It was the one thing about his armor that wasn't yet perfect.
"I trust you had a pleasant outing this morning, sir?" came a voice from the door leading to the rest of the mansion. Jarvis, the Avengers' faithful butler, stood in the doorway holding a tray in a pressed butler's suit. The tray contained a glass of brandy with ice, a glass of water and a glass of ginger ale. Each time Iron man returned from a battle Jarvis presented him with these three items. Jarvis kept hoping that one day Stark would choose the water or soda. It hadn't happened yet.
"Thanks, old pal," said Stark as he slipped by Jarvis, smoothly stealing the glass of brandy from the tray. "You never seem to disappoint." Stark brought the glass to his lips, taking a long drink from the fine liquor. "That's good."
"Very good, sir," replied Jarvis as he left for the kitchen.
Iron Man walked down the long hallway to his lab. His lab being at the end of the hallway, he had to walk past the doors to the rest of the Avengers' rooms. He paused when he heard voices coming from the Scarlet Witch's room.
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, was a beautiful gypsy woman and the subject of many of Iron Man's midnight fantasies. Her dark reddish brown hair curled around and about her pretty face, and her skin tight red uniform accented her slim body and large breasts quite nicely. Her power was to influence probabilities in a random manner, without her complete control over them. Iron Man wondered what the probability that he might one day get to live out his fantasies with her might be. "Probably slim to none," he thought, remembering that the Scarlet Witch had developed a curious love affair with the android, Vision. He was snapped out of his internal thoughts by the Scarlet Witch's voice from inside her room.
"Stop, please, we can't......it's not natural." Wanda voice was barely audible from behind the door. Iron Man wondered what kind of weird android sex act Vision was trying to entice Wanda to do. However what he heard next shocked him. "I'm married to Vision, this has to stop now. We simply cannot continue. You have to leave."
Iron Man's jaw dropped. He knew gypsies had a reputation of being kinky, but to have an affair. She truly seemed to love Vision as far as Tony could tell. It was why he hadn't tried anything with her. But now that he knew she was up for some adulterous fun, maybe he would have to throw his name in the hat. He pressed his ear to the door as Wanda's voice continued, "No. Don't you dare! I told you noooo......oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" Wanda's negative commands suddenly turned into moans of pleasure.
Iron Man wanted to stay and listen, but in his excitement he stepped closer to the door, not realizing he was still wearing his suit of armor. His foot CLUNKED down on the hallway floor. Scarlet Witch immediately stopped moaning, asking "What was that?" to whomever was in the room with her.
Iron Man knew he had to think quickly, not wanting to get caught eavesdropping. He started walking away from the door, towards his lab, CLUNKING his feet loudly with each step. After a few seconds he heard the door behind him open. Continuing to walk loudly, he purposefully staggered his steps, holding his glass of brandy above his head and talking to it, "You won't ever let me down, will you King Louis? Some people say you're a bad ruler but your okay in my book!" He sloppily gulped the rest of the brandy from his glass.
The Scarlet Witch, with her robe wrapped around her naked body, watched Iron Man stumble down the hall and breathed a sigh of relief. Iron Man was obviously too drunk to have heard anything, or make sense of what he heard if he did. She shut the door, turning back to the bed and her lover lying on it. With a smile she dropped her robe to the floor and jumped onto the bed.
As he reached his lab, Iron Man was tempted to go back and eavesdrop more once he had taken his armor off, but thought the better of it. He had already almost gotten caught once, and that was enough. "Still," he thought, "must remember to install a camera into Wanda's room, find out just who she's shagging with. Probably Clint." Clint Barton, Hawkeye, was an incredible archer, and though he had no super powers he continued to prove valuable to the team, saving the world on more than one occasion as well as constantly lightening the mood with his raunchy humor. He had always had a thing for the Scarlet Witch.
Once inside his laboratory Iron Man began to remove his armor, one piece at a time. He first pulled off his gloves and arm pieces. Then he released the catches on his chest piece, taking off the front and then the back. He stopped for a minute to consider his chiseled upper body. He learned long ago that he couldn't always depend on his armor to be there, as some enemies over the years had found ways to disable it or attack Stark when he didn't have access to it. For this reason he also kept his body in top physical shape, learning to fight and lifting weights as much as he could. The result was a rock hard chest, rippling abs and bulging arms.
Chuckling to himself at his tremendous sex appeal, he pulled off his metal boots and undid the clasps holding his metal "pants" together. Stepping out of them, he pulled his hard cock out of the soft penis holder within the crotch of his armor.
Spending so much time in his armor, hard ons were inevitable every now and then. The first time it happened had almost killed him. He was battling Titania, a voluptuous woman with super strength. He was behind her and had her in a wrestling hold, inadvertently giving him a view right down her top. He couldn't help it, as she struggled against him his cock started to rise. It pressed against the armor and caused him to release the hold out of pain. She took the advantage and started to beat him pretty bad. She had him on the ropes until Ms. Marvel, the team's strong woman, showed up and began tussling with Titania. And the site of the two voluptuous blondes wrestling and fighting didn't help his cock get any softer. It was then Tony Stark decided to build in a nice soft pocket for his cock when it got hard.
"All this time on the team together and I never knew you were naked under there." Tony Stark jumped at the sound of the voice from the doorway to his lab. A female form stood there, silhouetted in the light pouring in from the hallway.
Tony jumped behind the machine he was standing next to, leaning over to peek his head out from the side. "Who?" he asked, "how did you get in here?" Janet Pym's form stepped in from the light, allowing Tony to see her full body. "Janet! You startled me. How did you get in here?"
