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The Tower - Chapter 13

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 13

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven / twenty-eight

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: Smut (bi ffm threeway, fingering, slight dom behavior, oral and vaginal sex, unprotected sex)

Synopsis: Elly adjusts to life at the Tower, and gets some self-defense lessons from Steve and Natasha.

Author’s Note: Co-written with @emilyevanston

The next couple of weeks were really weird for me.  I felt like I was in this perpetual state of stress anytime I wasn’t at the tower.  Having security tail me everywhere I went felt intrusive and it disrupted everything.  My teaching suffered for it and so did my research.  I really hated it at home.  They lurked outside and I felt like I wasn’t a person anymore.  Just a commodity that wasn’t afforded any sort of privacy.

So I started just spending more time at the Tower.  I went in to teach but brought a lot of my research to work on in Stark labs, though I was still technically working for Columbia.  Bruce started working on it with me.  Not all the time, he had his own projects, but he started becoming fascinated with the fine-tuning of the human genome and how I’d found switches on strings of junk DNA that you seemed to be able to turn on or off.

“Why not just take Tony’s job offer?”  He asked me as I sat layering different DNA analysis over the top of each other and isolating common strands of genetic code.  It was definitely much easier to do this work on the Stark computers than it was back at the University.

“He didn’t offer me that job because I’m good.  He offered it because he wants to keep me.  It’s charity.  I worked really hard for my position at Columbia on my own.  With no help from anyone.”  I grumbled.

“You’re just being stubborn.  You know you can do better work here.”  Bruce reasoned.  “And he’s offered you an amazing package.  He’ll offer more if you say no.”

“It’s not about the money.”  I snapped turning to look at him.  “Don’t you get it?  I have been kept.  I broke away from that.  I’m not going back to it again.”

He pulled a chair up closer to me.  “Does it make a difference that I like working with you?  That I’m fascinated by this.  I think… I think we could do something with it.  To help me control the other guy.  The offer may have come for a stupid reason, but I want you to take it because of the science.”

“Really?”  I asked, my chest feeling tight.

He reached out tentatively and touched the back of my hand.  “Really.  Forget Tony’s offer.  I, Doctor Bruce Banner would like to take you on as a researcher in my lab.”

“Isn’t it a bad idea to work with people you’re dating?”  I asked.

He blushed.  “I -I don’t really…”

“Do you not want that?”  I asked linking my fingers with his.

His cheeks turned redder and he turned away.  “I’m attracted to you.  The other guy…”

“I understand.  It's very id.  That's where he operates.”  I turned his hand over and started drawing lines on his palm.  “We can be whatever you want, you know?  Go whatever pace you're comfortable.  If it's something you want with me, I'm not scared to explore it.”  I lifted his hand and kissed his palm.

He turned back to look at me.  “I do.  Just taking it really slowly.”  He reached up and put a lock of hair behind my ear. I leaned into his hand.  He just looked at me for a moment then leaned in.  I bridged the difference and we kissed softly.  No more than a gently caress of my lips over his and he pulled back blushing again.

“We really should…”  He said, letting me go and turning away from me.

“Right, work.  I've got a new job.  Gotta impress the new boss.”  I joked.

Accepting the job made moving in a little more reasonable.  It also gave me a reason that I might be seen around the Avengers.  It ended up being a little bit of a god send even though I still worried about taking a job I didn’t feel I had earned and even more worried about what would happen if we ended up not working out.  Things started moving in the direction of me officially moving in.  I chose the apartment on Rhodey’s floor just because Bruce was so worried and they started renovating.

In the meantime, I was pretty much sleeping over every night anyway.  To the point that almost everyone had clothes for me in their apartments.  A lot of it was because I didn’t like being home with the security outside and at the tower, I was with people I really liked.  The other I was discovering was it’s really hard to juggle dating seven people at once.  I was still in the getting to know phase with Steve, Bucky, Bruce, and Wanda.  Wanda, Clint, Natasha, Sam and I were all having sex and it was important to keep fostering that while at the same time learning about the others.  It took a careful balancing act I was still getting used to and it was much easier to do that when I was there with them.

That sounds a little bit like it was work.  It wasn’t at all.  I was getting to know Bruce a lot in the lab, but I would finish work for the day and go to the common floor.  There was always at least one person around.  Usually more.  We’d have dinner together.  Play some pool.  Watch TV.  Just be together.  Then I would head to bed with one or more of them.  There was an unspoken rule that no one slept alone.  Even if it was just sleep.  I learned that a lot of the reason why Steve and Bucky always slept together instead of with the others was they were the only ones strong enough to hold each other down or fight each other off if they had nightmares and that they both had them regularly.  The fact the rule was in place made me all the sadder for Tony now he’d pushed everyone away.

Training with Steve and Natasha was going alright.  They both knew what they were doing regarding teaching someone small to defend themselves against bigger and stronger attackers.  The first half a dozen lessons I took very seriously.  Always listening even when I did become frustrated.  Then after that I'd start serious after about an hour I'd start getting frustrated and I'd start messing about.

“Steve’s going to come up behind you and you try to throw him,”  Natasha said.

I groaned and slumped my shoulders.  “What’s the point. He just lets me.”

Steve chuckled behind me.  “Well of course I do.  You wouldn’t be able to do it otherwise.  But you’re not likely to get attacked by a super soldier.”

“What if I am?”  I protested.  “You don’t let me okay?”

Steve laughed and shook his head.  “Fine.  But then you have to focus.”

He came up behind me and grabbed me.  I took hold of his arm the way they showed me and threw my shoulder forward the way they showed me and nothing.  He didn’t budge at all. In fact, he just pulled me tighter to him.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that I’m afraid.”  He said, his mouth close to my ear.  I threw my elbow back and it was like I’d just elbowed a brick wall.  His other arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me a little tighter against him.

“Well, see.  Now I don’t even want to get away.”  I said, wriggling against him.

Natasha walked up to us looking at Steve.  “Shall we make it a game for her, Steven?”  She almost purred.

Steve’s fingers tightened against me for a brief moment.  I turned my head to look up at him and he looked down at me, his pupils dilating as he surveyed me.  “I’m not sure.  Elly and I haven’t been together that way yet.”  He said, but his voice sounded husky.  “Elly?”

“I want to if you do,”  I answered, my skin starting to buzz.

His hand slid from my stomach down between my legs and he squeezed my pubic mound.  Natasha ran her finger down my neck and tugged at the neckline of my t-shirt.  “If you can pin Steve.  I’ll let Steve pin you.  If you can’t, I’ll bind your hands to the Stall Bars over there and you can watch as Steve and I have some fun.  How does that sound, Mishka?”

“I’d like that, Natalia,”  I replied.

“Steven?”  Natasha asked.

“I can play that game.”  He half growled.

“Just in case; if we need to safeword we’re going with the traffic light system.  Agreed?”  Natasha said.

Steve and I both agreed and he let me go stepping away from me. I relaxed my body and shook myself off.

He came up behind me again and I maneuvered myself the way that they’d shown me, but he grappled with me.  Twisting my arms up and pressing his forearm to my throat.

“Watch your stance! Bring your shoulder forward more!  More force on the downward pull!”  Natasha snapped.

Steve just brought his lips to my ear and growled.  “Try harder.”  He let me go and pushed me forward.

We repeated it again and again and each time he ended up with me pinned against him.  The third time I could feel his cock pressed hard against my ass.  Normally I’d be crying unfair, and asking for a break, but I was determined to win this.

He let me go and I steeled myself.  This time when he came for me it was almost like everything happened in slow motion.  I dropped my shoulder and put out my leg and using his weight against him I threw him.  He landed on his back in front of me and I dropped down on him, my knee in his chest.

“Pinned you,”  I said, grinning widely.

He smiled up at me and then flipped me so I was on my back, he looked down at me with a smirk.  “And now I've pinned you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down towards me.  We kissed, slowly at first.  We’d kissed a few times but so far our relationship had been mostly talking with a little snuggling on the couch. Our tongues slowly circled each other and dipped into the other’s mouth before the kiss became hungry and full of need.

His hands slid up my side under my shirt and he squeezed my breast.  I gasped and hooked one leg over his, drawing him closer to me so I could feel the press of his cock against my mound.

Natasha walked over to us and crouched down.  She ran her fingers through Steve’s hair and pulled on it making Steve look up at her.  “I think our little mouse might need to work for it a little more.”  Natasha purred.

I looked up at her panting and wriggled under Steve.  He stood up and put his arm around Natasha’s waist.  She dragged him down into an intense, graphic kiss, their tongues swirling together.  I got to my knees and watched them until they turned back to me.

“Undress for us,”  Steve said, his voice husky.

I went to stand and Natasha put her foot on my shoulder.  “He didn’t say stand, Mishka.”

“Sorry, Natalia,”  I said, quietly and pulled my t-shirt off.  I followed with my shoes and socks.  Then my pants, bra, and panties.  I sat on my knees, completely naked in the middle of the gym just looking up at them both.

“Good girl.  Now undress Steve.”  Natasha said.

Steve pulled off his shirt, which already left very little to the imagination.  I took his shoes off and reached up and untied the string on his sweats.  Tugging on his waistband I pulled his sweats and boxers off in one go.  I took a deep shuddering breath in as I surveyed him.  There had been many moments where I had felt inadequate since I’d started down this road.  Not because of how they treated me. Simply because of my own brain trying to sabotage me.  I’m not a good enough person.  I’m not smart enough.  I don’t have enough money.  I’m not funny enough.  I’m not good looking enough.  I never felt it more than when I sat there on the ground staring up at the sublime perfection that is Captain Steven Grant Rogers.

It was like looking at a marble statue of a Greek god.  His muscles were thick and defined.  His skin smooth and clear. The one noticeable difference between him and an actual statue of a Greek god was his cock.  It was long and thick and had that perfect amount of veining.  I couldn’t see one single physical imperfection.  Even Natasha who is the most beautiful woman I've seen in person had scars.  I couldn't for the life of me figure out what this man, Captain America was doing with the likes of me.

“Elly.”  He spoke my name softly and my eyes snapped up to his.  He had his head cocked to the side and his eyes surveyed me questioningly.  I wanted to slap myself for what I'd been thinking.  It was like every reason I'd actually been worthy of them had crumbled.  I was there because I didn't treat them like freaks or beings to be worshipped.  At his core, he was Steve Rogers the kid who was born in Brooklyn and was small and sick and just wanted to do the right thing.

“Yes, Steve?”  I said, looking into his eyes.

He ran his thumb along my jaw for a moment and teased it over my lips.  I opened my mouth and he slipped it inside.  I sucked on it and he let out a choked moan.  Natasha moved behind me and dropped to her knees.

“How about you wrap those pretty lips around Steve’s dick?”  She purred against my ear.

Steve let a low guttural growl and bunched his hands into my hair.  I ran my tongue up the length of his cock and swirled it over the head licking the head.  A bead of precome had pooled there and I lapped it off, the salty taste coating my tastebuds.  I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked.  His hips started to roll forward.  I pushed down as far as I could comfortably take him and then started bobbing up and down.

Natasha started running her hands over me and kissing and sucking at my throat.  She sucked hard enough to mark making me moan softly.  She pinched and pulled at my nipples and one hand snaked down between my legs and started rolling over my clit.  I whimpered against Steve’s cock.

He started to snap his hips and I parted my lips and let him fuck my mouth.  Each thrust went a little further until I gagged.  He pulled out and I fell forward on my hands and knees panting.

Steve crouched down beside me and stroked my hair.  “Are you okay?”  He asked softly.

I nodded and looked up to him.  He leaned in and kissed me softly and when he pulled back he flipped me again so I was lying on my back.  He brought my feet up and put them on his shoulders, kissing my ankles as he did.  Natasha started stripping off her workout clothes.  I watched her as Steve teased at my folds with the tip of his cock.

With one swift movement, he sunk his cock into me.  His cock stretched me and filled me in a way I’d never experienced before.  I moaned and arched back on the mat.  Natasha approached us and kissed Steve.  Steve started to thrust, holding onto my hips.  Each forward snap of his hips pushed me back on the mat.  Natasha’s fingers came to my clit and she scissored it between them.  I was starting to come apart under the two of them and then Natasha straddled my face.

I lapped at her cunt, sucking at her folds and flicking my tongue over her clit.  The tart taste of her overwhelming me and making every other sense heightened.  Her fingers returned to my clit and Steve continued to fuck me, picking up his pace.  Pleasure surged through me like a brush fire making sweat bead on my skin.  It was all I was.  All I could focus on and when I came it was hard.  I screamed out against Natasha and bucked up under her.

She climbed off and Steve slowed his movements as the last waves of it rolled through me.  He pulled out and sat back, pulling Natasha into his lap.  She kissed him and pushed him back so he was lying down, his legs bent.  She guided his cock into her and held her hand out to me.  I moved over to them on slightly shaky legs.

“Are you done, Mishka?”  She asked as she rocked her hips against Steve.  “Steve would love to taste you I’m sure.”

As if in confirmation, Steve let out a low rumble and grabbed my thigh.  I straddled his face and he started to flick his tongue over my aching pussy.  I felt it slither inside of me and he flattened it and ran it up my folds.

Natasha and I started to kiss as we rode Steve.  She hungrily attacked my mouth like she was trying to taste every last drop of herself on my mouth.  Steve moaned against my cunt and Natasha bounced on his dick.

Our hands explored each other.  Moving from one person to the next like fluid.  Pinching nipples, rolling over clits, running over stomachs.  Natasha was the first to come, she leaned into me as it took her over and bit into my shoulder but she never stopped moving against Steve.  I was next.  It was gentler this time.  Like a slow wave through me. Though it made me weak at the knees and I had to climb off Steve and just sit and watch them.  Steve took hold of Natasha’s hips and started thrusting hard up into her.  She leaned down and they kissed graphically.  It sent Steve over and he groaned loudly arching up against the mat.  Every muscle of his tightening.  It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

We all just lay down panting on the ground for a moment.  “Well, that was a workout, alright,”  I said finally sitting up and pulling my clothes back on.  

Natasha and Steve laughed and followed suit starting to get dressed.  “Maybe you’d like to come sleep in with Bucky and I tonight,”  Steve suggested, pulling his t-shirt back on.

“I’d like that, Steve.  That is if Bucky’s okay with it.”  I answered.

He smiled.  “I’ll ask him, but I think he’d really like it.”

[sneeple-confirmed]

Donna’s Marriage

Hi all! So, I’ve been trying to write a little bit every day, and this is what I wrote yesterday, I finally got the opportunity to bring it to my computer! It’s based on this post, prompt number 46 (If all else fails, we should just get married.) Feedback is always welcome! If you’d rather not see writing, I have tagged all my writing as both “mod mom friend writes” and “sneeple create.” Enjoy!

Milo stepped up to the altar, beholding Donna in her beautiful white dress. Her veil barely obscured her face, but it couldn’t hide her smile. Halfling weddings were huge occasions, so the entirety of Littlehill was watching them, watching their loveless marriage come to be. But it was perfect. His vows were memorized--he knew just what to say. “Dearest Donamira,” Milo began. “I never expected to be lucky enough to stand here with you.”

Well, it was true, Milo reflected, looking back on it. Milo had never expected or even wanted marriage. He had never experienced anything resembling romantic and sexual attraction. That was the usual basis for a marriage, especially within Halfling culture. It was an important rite that Milo had never wanted, and it had made him honestly feel like there was something wrong with him.

“I never would have expected to find someone as perfect for me as you. Yet here you are, preparing to be with me for eternity.”

Then came Donna. She was Milo’s first friend, and soon they’d become as close as brother and sister. They’d lived together for some time, and he’d been shocked to discover that Donna felt the same way he did about marriage. She, too, had never experienced the feelings that so many people considered fundamental. They’d joked many times that, should worse come to worst, they’d have to marry, since they were so close to it anyway. And fate had necessitated that option.

“Life has a way of throwing challenges in front of us, and I swear that I will be with you loyally through every last minute of it.”

Milo’s family, who had been none too kind to him for the entirety of his life, had insisted that he marry. There were guilt trips aplenty--Milo’s father had left very early on, and Milo’s mother liked to say that he was her last chance at a functional family. When that didn’t work, there was bribery. And then there were the threats. Milo’s mother had set an ultimatum--if he didn’t marry by the end of the year, she would find a wife, whether Milo liked it or not. After a few talks with Donna, she’d volunteered to make their partnership “official.” He’d be forever grateful to her for that, for saving him from a marriage based on lies and unmet needs.

“I will love and protect you for as long as we live and even in eternity.”

Donna was an incredible woman, and that’s why he counted himself lucky. Though the romantic aspect of marriage had never appealed to him, spending the rest of his life with Donna was a prospect that had its draws. He couldn’t think of any other person who would be better to spend the rest of his life with.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of time with you. I love you.”  

Donna’s knowing smile through the vows made Milo grin, and he was so glad to be with someone who wouldn’t expect anything like sex or romance. She was the best friend he could ask for. Donna was even being married in the temple of a deity she didn’t worship, just so Milo could share his special day with Cyrrollalee. All so he’d be happy. Marriage wasn’t the best situation...but with Donna as his platonic wife, it was more than doable.

After Milo finished, Donna stepped forward, smiling at her future husband, ready to begin her vows. She took a deep breath--always the shy one--and started. “Milo, I have never met a man as wonderful as you.”

For Donna’s part, she loved thinking about just how the two of them had met. She’d been very sick, and because her mother had no knowledge of healing, they’d taken her to see Milo’s mother. Though Milo’s mother wasn’t the most caring, Milo, who’d been apprenticed to her, more than made up for it. He was young but knew quite a bit, and taught Donna along the way. No matter how bad it got, he was always by her side. By the time she was better, Donna could treat the disease she had, and she and Milo were inseparable.

“I was always afraid of marriage, but when I saw you, I knew I wouldn’t end up with anyone else.”

Donna’s mother, who she was very close to, had been deteriorating lately. Something was wrong with both her mind and body, and nothing seemed to take it away. However, Milo had figured out how to slow the disease’s progression, and give her mother a comfortable life in the meantime. Because of Milo, Donna’s mother was here to watch this perfect day. Of course, she knew that it was a sham as well--Donna told her mom everything--but she knew Donna was happy, and that made her happy. Donna couldn’t thank Milo enough for keeping her mother comfortable and well, giving her a few more precious years.

“I swear I will do everything in my power to make your life as wonderful as you’ve made mine, though I don’t think I’ll ever manage that.” Milo rolled his eyes, chuckling, eliciting an ‘awwww’ from the audience.

Donna didn’t know what she’d do without Milo. She often took life too seriously and was apt to stress herself into misery and tears. No matter what happened, Milo was there, ready to comfort her. He always knew what to say and how to make her smile or even laugh. Others would try to comfort her for hours and Milo could get it done in moments. That kept her going through countless hard times, through every single bit of adversity life had dealt her.

“I don’t know what my future holds, but as long as you’re a part of it, I’ll be the happiest woman alive.”

The future was nebulous for Donna--she loved so many things too much to devote herself to just one thing. Her profession was a mystery, but her loyalties weren’t. As strange as marrying someone who she didn’t love romantically was, she was sure of it, more sure than she’d been of anything before. It just was....right.

The ‘“I do’s” came and went, and then came the kiss. Their lips met, lingering for just a moment in a chaste kiss with all the appearance of romance.

Milo and Donna both were dreading the kiss. Donna had experimented with kissing before and had found that gender was irrelevant--it just wasn’t something she enjoyed. For his part, Milo had never kissed anyone, and had no desire to change that. But it was a traditional part of a wedding ceremony that the halflings had gladly adopted from humans, finding it sweet and romantic; thus, it was necessary. When their lips met, it was awkward beyond belief. No sparks flew, the world did not stop spinning. The world didn’t slow down. There were no romantic cliches to describe it. Both of them would later describe it as an awkward smashing of lips, despite the fact that Donna knew what she was doing. However, when they broke off, the thinly veiled look of disgust in both of their eyes caused the couple to barely suppress a fit of giggles. It was strange, that’s true.

But, oddly enough, neither could imagine anything more perfect.