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God what was his life becoming? He liked all the new found attention, but after Tony made him work that one children’s event he felt as if he might as well be Barney, all these kids coming up to him constantly. He thought as he was flying with half a dozen kids clung to his back around a small park. All he wanted to do there was chat up the lonely looking Mom, who knew kids thought superpowers were cool? Now it wasn’t that Eros didn’t like kids, their attitudes were refreshing and half of them loved him just because he could fly, it was just he would have much preferred the company of their mothers or even baby sitters.

Luckily Eros noticed something to give him a touch more entertainment than playing rocket ship for the fifteenth time that day. Offering a friendly smile to everyone as he set the children down at the top of the jungle gym “Sorry all of you little ones, I’ve got to go take care of some grown up business. So all of you have some fun!” He said waving before launching himself through the air with a curious smirk on his face. “What in the universe was that, and where can I get a closer look?” He muttered to himself as he moved towards the flash of light.

It was hardly a few seconds before Eros spotted a familiar face, or rather suit of armor, just sitting on roof top. “Tony?” He muttered to himself before he twinged slightly sensing concern, or maybe pain. He couldn’t help but launch himself down to Tony landing, almost, silently. Just as he was about to speak Tony ripped a rather sizable chunk of something out of him. “By whatever Gods may be, are you okay?!” He exclaimed, before sighing slightly “Stupid question, of course you’re not. Better question: can I help?” 

Welcome to the Jungle || Tony & Eros

In retrospect, Tony should have seen the hit coming: a wave of energy—any type of energy—hitting you at a thousand miles an hour was bound to do damage. But that was the thing, wasn’t it: a second ago, he’d been fending off a hoard of butterflies (AKA, waving them away so they didn’t get sucked up into the jets of the suit) and so he hadn’t expected this, hadn’t imagined that as the butterflies disappeared, a wave of pure, unfiltered energy would have hit him square in the chest and sent the Iron Man suit crashing into the nearest building. He supposed that was why she called herself Roulette. You never knew what you were going to get, did you?

Tony had been back on his feet in a minute, but it didn’t matter, not when she was gone next second: a failed mission by all definitions, and a bit more damage to add to the Avenger’s roster while they were at it. “Buy the building,” Tony mumbled into the comms, and JARVIS sighed—actually honest to Odin sighed like the most exasperated human being you’d ever met. Yeah, Tony thought, me too buddy. He slumped onto the roof and spared half a second trying to decipher the building’s logo just to try and make out who exactly he now owed millions of dollars in damages, but the throbbing at his side was just on the wrong side of distracting.

He allowed the Iron Man suit to unravel down to his hip and gave a sigh he thought JARVIS—and maybe even Jarvis—might have been proud of as he glanced down at the piece of internal machinery that had wedged itself into his left side. Tony tore a piece of his sleeve from the fabric undersuit, whispering, “Sorry Ginny,” as he pressed the wad of material to the wound. The sound of footsteps might have distracted him half a hour ago, but as it was, Tony had bigger fish to fry and he was tired—really fucking tired—so as someone else landed, or climbed, or appeared—he didn’t know—onto the roof, he said without looking up, “I’ll pay for the blood stains. Just give me a…” He hissed through his teeth as he tugged the metal intruder out of his side. “Minute.”

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Eros couldn’t help but burst into laughter up in the sky at the sound of Tony’s words. “Well you certainly are a bold one aren’t you?” he happily questioned as he descended towards Tony. “No need to get up in arms yet simply landing for a touch of conversation.” He said flashing an ivory grin and a wink towards him.

Now only feet away from Tony he remained enclosed in his own distorted gravity, leaves floating through it but just below him not even a single blade of grass budged. Eros has always regarded himself for his grace, he would even dare say he was the epitome of grace, along with lust and love of course. His attention was not on Tony, despite him being the last remaining threat on this planet, but to the parents and children. They were having fun; he could sense it. He gave them a wave and a smile. “Run along now.” and without any hesitation they all left with a wave.

“Now wear was I Anthony?” He said as if he had known him his entire life. “Ah yes, that’s right. I’ve always found the concept of God, or rather deities in general rather silly, and I feel you might think the same.” He said with a soft laugh. “I visited earth once, thousands of years ago even, I wasn’t here even a month and I was still declared a God. Don’t get me wrong, I find it quite flattering  but it just seems every time lesser beings encounter a cosmic entity such as myself they see us as the creators or destroyers of all think, just far too much grandeur.” He said with a slight chuckle.

“But I digress.” He added, showing Tonya smile that could make you swear you’ve seen the face of God. “Why is it all about end games with you. All so serious about everything. This is the endgame!” He exclaimed laughing all the way. “To put it into more relatable terms I’m like the God you speak of, before his mistake of granting free will. Love and be loved, physically and emotionally, is all that really matters. Count your race lucky, sure you are my entertainment but I have saved you from my brother, he would grant you free will and watch you destroy yourselves. So obsessed with death.” He said with a shrug. “I just want to have fun with the lot of you, he’d much prefer filleting you alive over a table, his massive fingers creeping through your innards just trying to find out what makes you tick, just to tear you apart in the process.

Eros extended a well manicured hand to his enemy “It’s your call now, die in attempts to damn your people, or simply submit and have your people have an eternity of happiness?”

Content Oppression || Eros & Tony (Reverse AU)

Tony wolfed down the last of his sandwich, feeling like he hadn’t eaten in days–which, now that he thought about it, just might be true. He certainly hadn’t thought about eating in days for what it was worth, and most food tended to be on ground level Earth which Tony had been adamantly avoiding while he designed his “Take the Planet Back Apparatus”–name still pending. He looked up as a small girl ran by, pigtails–actual honest to Odin pigtails–swaying with every step. He clapped his hands together to rid them of any last crumbs then stood up, faceplate still down as he scanned the area for the “god” in question. “Great,” he said aloud, then crouched by the girl’s side, pulling out a bit of candy he’d been keeping in hopes of luring Clint underground if they ever again ran into him–since the man had gone blue eyed and mind warped, Tony figured he’d have to do better than nerf guns this time.

“Don’t tell anyone. And next time, don’t take candy from strangers. But you don’t know what I’m saying, do you? Because no one does anymore. That’s okay. Get out of here.” Tony gave her a small push on the back, gesturing back to the playground where kids swayed eerily on the swings and parents stood, blank faced and watching–but did they see anything? He’d yet to figure that bit out. He was no philosopher, but he figured even if their eyes were working, this sort of seeing wasn’t actually seeing, you know? Or maybe not. What did he know?

Tony looked to the sky and saw the floating figure of their new “Lord.” He rolled his eyes, tossing the plastic baggy into the nearest trash can–maybe he’d switch to basketball after this, forget the whole “super hero” gig and go pro–if he’d be able to stomach sports for more than five minutes, that is. “You coming down, or do I have to shout?” he asked. “Anyone ever told you you’re shorter in person?” 

As he waited, Tony paced the length of the park, pressing a button on the Iron Man arm than began its many tests, JARVIS’ scans of the area, of civilians, of the gravitational pull Eros had over their surroundings. And he ran his own tests, talking only to fill the space while his mind went off in a hundred different directions, part listening to JARVIS’ reports in his earpiece, part calculating the angle of Eros’ projection, part wishing he had another sandwich. “Explain something for me,” he said. “What’s the end goal? What do you get out of this? I get it now, don’t get me wrong. Sexcapades in the sky, free room service–who doesn’t want a little more agreeability in their lives? But then what? Earth’s yours. Little girls send out E-vites, hotdog vendors chant your name–so what?”

Tony fiddled with the gauntlet, seemingly at ease as he walked the length of the park; he wondered, half heartedly, if Eros could read his mind, but it was a little too late for that now, wasn’t it? “You believe in God?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter. Personally, never been a fan, but there’s a story we have here on Earth–big guy up in the sky created us, this, this park, me, you. Made us to worship him and old God got bored. ‘Yes’ sort of loses its meaning when you’ve heard it 10,000 times. So he gave us free will and we blew ourselves up, killed each other over paper, but the man in the sky finally got a show. If you’d given us the time, you’d have found we’re damn entertaining.” Tony looked up, facing the god as best he could. “So how bout it: you having fun?“ 

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“Promise not to do that. And I apologize on the behalf of all psychics and empaths alike.” He responded in a somewhat joking tone with a shy smirk. He listened on about his little story about the girl. Intrigued by her. Maybe someday he’d meet the little fire starter, but who knows.

Eros was caught rather off guard by his new friends question. It wasn’t every day that someone up and asked the Eternal what made him special, or even useful. It was all just such a peculiar question to him. After all he doesn’t walk up to people and ask what makes them deserving of their time. Although what stumped Eros the most was just what was he asking? Was he going to ask him to join their little band of heroes?

“Well-” he started as Tony entered his call. Would he have had the chance to actually explain his answer he would have mentioned he, unlike most, had the powers and tools to prevent war, or bring it to a cessation, where as seemingly everyone else in this world had the power to wage war and beat it to an end. Eros had always prided himself on his conflict resolution tactics.

His eyes widened momentarily as Stark’s call ended. “K-kids?” He questioned more to himself. “Well I suppose I like them alright, prefer grown people but there is a refreshing emotional spectrum from them?” He said with a smile.

Alien’s Landing || Eros and Tony

Tony experienced a moment of rare surprise–not something he was accustomed to when he hired people specifically to keep him on his toes, to give him the information that would never leave him like a sitting duck, and it was not something he rather liked, being left out in the cold–before he realized that, of course, everyone in the known world, or at least in this city, knew that he was engaged to Steve Rogers. From the moment they’d come out with it, first kissed on live television, first held hands in public, first–well, Tony had just barely kept from shouting their relationship status off rooftops when they’d first started this thing–they had been the center of public interest. Apparently two male superheroes hooking up was not common, or something.

“You mean like this?” he said, pointing to the messy room, their own brand of clean-up. Tony was in the business of heavy lifting–literally–but he knew how hands-on Steve could be, and it was inspiring to watch–always had been: Steve staying behind after the fight to sweep up the debris, to get everyone home safe and happy. “Look at that,” he said. “We have another thing in common.”

Once on the roof, Tony eyed the pile of clean-up-to-do before turning his attention on the alien–the alien that was now floating several feet above the ground, hovering like it was the simplest thing he’d done all day. Tony raised an eyebrow–not that Eros could see it behind the mask. “We don’t do anything,” he said. “You prove yourself.” Tony wasn’t blind; he knew they could use someone like him around: a guy who could bench press a skyscraper was no common asset, and Tony could recognize talent when he saw it: it was sort of his business. “I don’t like people in my  head. Actually, no one here does. Kind of a complicated team. We’ve been through a lot.”

It was the understatement of the century; traumatized-for-life was more like it, and there was a reason they needed a psychologist on hand–not that he’d been to her. Probably should do that. “But we’ve done it before, learned to trust,” he said, thinking of Wanda, perhaps the team’s most powerful member and certainly not an addition Tony regretted–though her methods could be questionable at times. “She doesn’t look like much at first glance-kinda small-but she pumps one hell of a wallop.” He let the facemask slide up, revealing an expression that was both interested and critical. “So what do you bring? You’re on our radar now. That’s not going to go away. Might as well make yourself useful. So what’s your thing?“

Before the alien could answer, though, Tony’s phone rang from inside the suit. “Yeah, hold that thought,” he said, and, allowing the mask to slide back into place, began a video chat with Pepper from inside the suit. “Hey, yep–no! Oh come on, Pep. It’s not even noon yet!” he said. “There’s no way I screwed up this early.” He took a long, deep breath. “Yes, Dear.” He hung up and the mask slid back, Tony’s eyes on Eros. He pointed with one gauntlet covered hand. "You. Yeah, I know how you’re going to prove yourself. And pay me back for the building. How are you with kids?”

It was an event across town, an event Tony need to be at while also at once two floors down–hard to do, but he’d managed weirder. But this was better. He explained the stakes, the event. “Consider it your penance,” he said. “And proof of your power. Make everyone happy, improve your rep–voila.”

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Eros’ personal harem had been helping him relax as he sent what would hopefully be his final purge squad. He needed to clear his mind and who better to help the Kind Eyed Dictator than those he deemed his “ideal specimens” from all across the galaxy. Granted he grew bored of them eventually, but that just meant he doped them up with his powers before having them serve him in some other form.

His carnal distractions worked only so long before a Chitauri burst through the doors of his chambers, speaking word of the young Starks message in their foreign tongue. That snapped Eros’ focus from the flesh of his companions before he shot a smile in the beings directions. “Although I appreciate the warnings, what have I told you all time and time again about disturbing me?” He said as the v shaped vein in his forehead began to bulge, gravity began to distort in the room, loose objects floating through the air, but there was no fear found in anyone but the offender, his powers made sure of it. 

“Now I have to set and example, I hope you understand....” He added happily as a blast of golden energy shot from the mindgem on his fore head, blasting him through the door he came. The creature screeched in pain as it attempted to scramble to its feet. Eros floated out the door, using his manipulation of gravitons to pull his silver armor from its wall rack onto his body. He starred the scared creature in the eyes with a sympathetic look, “Oh, my dear don’t look at me like that, it’ll all be over soon.” he ended with a smile, flourishing his hand upwards as the being lost its ties to gravity as it floated higher and higher into the sky before leaving the atmosphere.

That’s what those that unnecessarily took up his time got, floating through space for eternity, cruel but necessary in his eyes. Besides, if his troops couldn’t understand that all their minds were open books to him and he knew everything they did as they learned it therefore they needn’t need to tell him a thing, did he really need them.

He stood at the edge of his floating fortress looking at what once had been called Manhattan with a wild grin across his face. “So he would like to settle this in person? I suppose I could humor the poor soul.” He said laughing at the top of his lungs. “Now just to find him, shouldn’t be hard.” He said scanning the minds of those near his last known  location. “Bingo!” He said before blasting through the air, breaking the sound barrier as he did so.

He flew countless miles over silenced cities and neighborhoods before he found his target. The smiling civilians in the area had acted like drones and surveillance cameras, using their memories to accurately locate the child who had caused him so many problems. Floating just about a mile above the ground he manipulated a rather young girl to call out to Tony. “The new Lord has responded to your invitation.”

Content Oppression || Eros & Tony (Reverse AU)

The Avenger’s Initiative was an idea–nothing more, nothing developed, nothing tangible. Not really. It was a folder in Nick Fury’s file cabinet, a pull-it-out-of-your-ass plan for a rainy day: you take a bunch of uncontrollable people, and you put them together when the world needs them most; a nice sentiment, but not one that was bound to get approved–at least, until it poured. Eros came, and the world dropped like flies on sticky paper; they never stood a chance. They’d been prepared for wars, had the Earth’s biggest governments preparing armies for years, and in one fell swoop, a single man–if that was what he was; Tony had begun to doubt it–crushed this world like ants under a boot. Bam. Boom. They were done for. Except, well, there weren’t as many explosions as Tony had expected.

“Jay, bring that around.” He sat, cross-legged on top of an old bar stool. Funny that when the world ended, former alcoholic Tony Stark confiscated a bar as his own personal hide-out. But it was underground, and these days, that was as good as he was going to get. He pointed to a hologram display on the other end of the room; they filled the floor, a giant map taking up the concrete ground and projections of recent attacks hovered above, listing the various events, death tolls, and perpetrators at each local. Tony zoomed in on the Manhattan projection; three more resistants dead–at this rate, he’d be the last one left. Hell, he’d sort of figured he already was. He hadn’t seen his team in days. He told himself it didn’t mean anything–communications were down in most places anyway–but it was the late nights in this place, when the empty bottles in the empty bar began to rattle, that Tony had the awful notion, a little thought that wiggled into his brain like a pest, a warm, a toxin: his team wasn’t coming back.

JARVIS didn’t answer. Tony frowned, tapping at his ear, and cursed under his breath when he reached nothing but static. “Great,” he snapped to empty air. “We’re out of power.” He threw the earpiece to the ground and stood up, stretching his sore limbs, cracking his back as he paced around the room. It needed a new name, he thought. Something like: the Bunker. Sounded dramatic. Yawning, he leaned over the three television screens he’d engineered in the corner, set up to old traffic cameras that he’d hot-wired to monitor the outside streets. Call it a poor man’s security system. A figure walked by, and for a moment, Tony’s old, metallic heart jumped in excitement; he had a live one. But then they smiled, expression plastered across their face, and Tony’s hopes drooped. He sighed and turned away from the screens, his eye catching on the abandoned earpiece.  

He was only twenty-six, and still the walk across the room had him winded, his lungs crushed under the reactor so that even a an easy breezy stroll, even a literal walk in the park became like a sprint. Figures. He’d had this coming. Why he’d signed up to be a superhero–hell, why anyone let him, why the Avengers even bothered with consultant–he hadn’t yet worked out. He placed the broken earpiece on the table and got to work. For what it was worth, the peace and quiet made for easy tinkering, and he’d finished within a half hour, placing the piece back into his ear and tapping it to get the juices flowing. “Testing, one two,” he said. JARVIS’ crisp British voice replied in Tony’s ear, “It appears I am back online, Sir,” and Tony could have cried in relief.

He glanced around the empty room, sucked in a deep breath and said in a voice that was definitely not shaking, thank you very much, “Missed you, Buddy. Alright, how’s our signal? We still broadcasting?” Another hologram appeared in the center of the room, this one a recording of Tony himself. “We are successfully reaching all audiences, Sir,” replied the AI and Tony jumped to his feet, circling around his own blue-and-white pixel made self as he re-listened to the message, a call to anyone who had managed to fall under the spell of the giant Prince Joffrey. There had to be someone out there. Somewhere. 

Tony had just settled into his makeshift desk, fiddling with a scratch in the bar’s surface when JARVIS set off an alert for, well, “incoming.” Tony barely had time to register the call and reach for the chest plate of the Iron Man suit before one of Eros’ squads came crashing through the door, and Tony rolled behind the bar to avoid an oncoming explosion of gunfire. “You’re early,” he said, scrambling to find every piece of the Iron Man suit and call them to order. The leg piece snapped on, then the left arm. “Party’s not even set up yet,” he called to the intruders. “Didn’t your mom ever teach it’s rude to enter without knocking?” The face mask snapped on last, and Tony jumped out from behind the bar, sending a repulsor beam straight into the crowd. “You’re leader can hear me, right? He’s in your head?” he asked. “Give him a message for me. He needs better men.” On the last word, Tony set off a bomb that took out the handful of intruders in one fell swoop, and he flew out the conveniently person-sized hole they’d created in the bar’s front wall. So much for that hide-out. 

Above the city in shining red and gold, Tony stood out like a sore thumb. He settled on top of a nearby roof and as he watched the city traveling below, plastered smile after plastered smile, he mumbled to himself in angry Italian and pulled a sandwich out of one of the suit’s low pockets–plastic bag and everything. Like being back in school. Maybe that was the way to do it, he thought: think of it all as an elaborate business meeting. Client wasn’t half as nice as expected–or maybe, on second thought, he was too nice. “Jay,” he said, tapping again at his ear. “Run the message.” 

“Sir…” Began the AI, but Tony cut him off, tearing at the corner of his sandwich with probably more force than was necessary. “Run it, Jay. We’re out of choices. This is it. Call the leader.” It wasn’t going to be easy–Tony had been working on it for days as it was–but he’d found a break in their new host’s security system and should, if his calculations were correct, project a message of his own right onto the floating Island of Doom. It went like this: “You think you can take this planet, but you’re out of your league, Buddy. That’s the thing about Earth. We don’t fall so fast. You just had to go and pick the most stubborn planet in the bunch. Not your best plan. If you think you deserve this planet, then come down to it and prove it. I’ll be waiting.” 

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Content Oppression || Eros & Tony (Reverse AU)

The sun was shining, over the city on this cloudless day, gentle breezes flowed through the breezes and the streets crawled with smiling individuals, but something was eerie about the whole thing. The eyes of the people were glazed over, their smiles so wide that you’d expect their cheeks to tear from the sheer resistance of the smile. Upon closer look, in every alley way, in nearly every door way stood an armed  Chitauri, and their Leviathans seen dotting the skies; this was the case all over the world. 

Lord Eros, brother and second in command to the Mad God Thanos. Many a world they had concurred and many more would fall in their wake. Their home world destroyed in an act of revenge they set there sights for further across the galaxy, although Eros’ sights were far closer to home. As a birthday present to the younger brother Thanos permitted Eros a planet, any planet of his choice to make his personal playground, it wasn’t long before he set his eyes to earth. Armed with his Golden headband, the mind gem mounted on it, and his silver clad armor his army opened their portals to earth, spreading over countless nations. The already powerful Empath, strength multiplied immensely by his infinity stone, forced his brain waves of contentment on the earth. Forcing the majority of the worlds populace into a content state, if they were told anything they would do it, many of them actually considered themselves in love with Lord Eros and Eagerly did all they could to appease him and pleasure his desires. It was then when he sent his armies down on earth to secure the world and fortify their hold and harvest their resources.

Sitting in his silver throne on his eternal made island far above NYC, a harem of women eagerly waiting to service him, under his lusty hold, he sat communicating telepathically with his commanders, fixing the fatal flaw in his plan. There were some on this world, which for no particular reason, could resist his powers, but they could be dealt with. He had been sending purge squads over recent weeks all over the world to eliminate these resistors, children, elderly, warriors, religious leaders, didn’t matter, they stood in the way of his pleasure. Many of them were of no concern, easily killed, but he was aware of one in particular, one very powerful young man, had survived and conquered every purge squad sent to him; a young Tony Stark, but he too would come to fall in time, even if it took his hand around his throat.

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He could see why the people of this world referred to people like the man before him as superheroes. Seeing him snap a desk that like a twig in that suit when many would struggle just to put a dent in it otherwise only to be followed by lifting, what, two thousand pounds of rubble with ease; he was on an entirely different level from the majority of humanity. “By all means.” He added with a smile and a slight laugh. He took the large mound of this and that in his arms carefully avoiding sharp edges, as they could actually hurt him.

Eros laughed rather loudly as Tony referred to him as a Sex God. It wasn’t that he’s never been called that before, but it was usually after he had fully demonstrated his abilities. “Well if that’s what you’d like to call me by all means, go right ahead!” He jested imagining the headlines in the morning saying something along the lines of “Bonafide Sex God’s Found In Your Area!” As he mentioned Steve he smirked remembering their short friendly encounter months ago. “Actually your fiance and I have met, played a little game of clean up on a broken building. Although he never called me a sex God!” He added with a hint of laughter.

He was impressed with how Tony took off, there was an awful lot of power behind that suit, perhaps he could even fly faster than him? He’d hate to admit that if that were the case. He soon gently detached himself from the ground and took off after Tony. Despite not being told where they were taking the refuse he had a pretty good idea where they were going. 

As he finally caught up with Ironman he saw the rather unique image of him and his suit just sitting on the rooftop, that was one image you didn’t see often. As he was given the signal to come down and join him he floated down setting the remains of the office down next to where Tony set his when he got a slight hint of a slightly complex emotion. Annoyance? Distrust? No neither of those, was just a touch too hard to read. Rather than sitting next to tony he sat cross legged in the air next to him inches above the ground. “And what do we do from here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Alien’s Landing || Eros and Tony

Tony laughed, shaking his head incredulously as he broke a desk in half for easier handling. The wood splintered under his metal-covered fingers, and he tossed both sections into the junk pile; he made a mental note to memorize the type–Mahogany, he was relatively sure–and he’d send a message to Pepper to replace it. That, or something better. Maybe this office–whatever it had been–would go for an update. “Grab that, will you?” he asked, pointing to one of the trash piles while he grabbed the other. It must have weighted at least a ton, but in the Iron Man suit, he couldn’t notice. It took more than a few scraps before the metal creaked–though he had been there; entire buildings falling onto his chest were bound to leave bruises eventually.

“So you’re telling me I found a bonafide sex god?” he asked, still chuckling under his breath. “Who’s touring the cosmos for optimal conquest.” He laughed. Now that was was almost worth being called out for, worth the potential law suit; it wasn’t every day you cleaned up the rubble with a man so well-focused on his needs. “That’s fantastic. That’s actually one of the best things I’ve ever heard. Steve’s not gonna believe it.“ 

With his hands full of splintered work-space and damaged electronics, Tony pointed a gauntlet to the skyline. "Alright, I’m heading out. You follow. Gonna send my guys to clean up the rest. Welcome to the heavy lift team.” Without further instruction, he started up the boot jets and headed off, flying the cross-city distance between the office and the roof of the Avenger’s Tower. As he landed, Eros not far behind, he pointed to the far corner, beyond the Quinjets and other ready-to-go-gear. “Just put it there. I’ll deal with it later.”

Tony let the mask drop, mentally calculating the nearest drop off zone for used electronics. If they ended up in the trash, they’d end up in the ocean, and that wasn’t something he was about to let happen–not on his watch. He briefly contemplated disarming; it’d be easy, so close to home, to de-robe, de-Iron Man, but with a thought to Eros’ power, Tony stubbornly kept his walls in place. For all he knew, it was the god’s power that made it so easy to feel relaxed, to feel at home. He couldn’t get off his guard, not now, not here, not yet. Instead, he took a seat at the edge of the roof and, suit and all, crossed his legs and contemplated the “Love God.”

“I need to get angry,” he said. “Get angry and stay that way. That way when we talk, I know you’re not playing tricks. Bank robbers get away because the cops suddenly start canoodling? I’ll know it’s you, by the way.” He gestured around the roof, giving Eros free reign to settle anyway. “Come on, depressing topics for 500.”

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Well this woman was a rather attractive one (Although Eros found beasuty in most everything, especially women). Aside from her beauty he noticed she was not afraid to speak her mind and say it how it was, which was something that he loved to see in anyone he met.

Smiling and nodding as she spoke, although smiling probably wasn’t the best expression choice on his part, genuinely interested in going on what was going on in her life. He was genuinely interested in what she had to say, after all he was the one that asked her how she was doing.

“Don’t apologize sweetheart, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Besides, you obviously needed a good venting session” he responded with a soft laugh. “Now, when did you lose your muse- sorry what was your name?” He said with a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he hoped his passive powers were starting to make her feel better, if even just a little bit.

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The readhead exhaled deeply as she started to wrap the wiring of her headphones around her phone. She didn’t think it’d be that noticeable that she wasn’t having a great day, most people in New York weren’t considerate enough to ask. With a shrug of her shoulders she began to speak. Even if he really didn’t care about her issues the man had asked and Mary-Jane had too big of a mouth not to respond. 

“Yeah, just a bit. You see, I’m an actress. And I know what you’re thinking, bad career choice. You’re not wrong. It’s not a great job. Sure, it pays the bills but I certainly am not living the high life. As of late it’s been even worse than usual. I’ve lost my muse. Like whatever drive I used to have to do this for a living has just died. It’s probably because I’m getting nowhere.”

With a heavy sigh she blew some of her hair from her face and looked to him. She knew she had a little bit of a rant moment but she had a lot on her shoulders. Sometimes she just had to get it all out. Perhaps it was an actress thing.

“Sorry about that. I’d like to say I’m usually not so out there but I’d be lying to you.”

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Today was by all means a casual day for Eros. No wild day time adventures, no underground day time raves or orgies just a nice day. Perhaps it was a day to truly act like a tourist to earth, get a closer look at their culture and history, which he was so ill educated on, as demonstrated by a few random encounters with spectacular people.

He typed on his computer, a cup of coffee with Bailey’s by his side. “Touristy things to do in NYC...” he muttered as he typed on his key board. He sipped on his drink, his physiology keeping him from getting a buzz after his third cup of Irish coffee, as he waited for the browser to load.

“When did I become boring!” He groaned, running his fingers through is light brown hair. before focusing in on his bright screen. “Did it... Did it... Did it...” He muttered scrolling through the long over the top - Which was appreciated - list of things to do before the art museum caught his eye. “I’m somewhat ignorant in that I suppose.” He said to himself refusing to admit he knew next to nothing about human art.

He quickly downed the rest of his beverage before throwing on a plain black blazer over his gray V-neck. He then through himself out the window, forcing it shut afterwards via graviton manipulation before he took to the skies, flying  perhaps ninety miles per hour ending up at the museum in nearly a minute. He casually made his way in to the building, paying his entrance fee with a wink and a rush of good vibes.

He had been walking through for a while, many interesting things catching his attention, works of art that seemed so very foreign to the individual. He decided to rest his feet for a moment after stumbling upon the Pollock section when a real work of art caught his eye, oh, and now she was coming right towards him. 

He offered her a friendly smile, his passive abilities should already be taking a slight hold on her mood. “Contemplative how?” He said with genuine curiosity before speaking his opinion. “At the moment the bench.” He joked with a soft laugh before adding “But truly... He’s quite different from all I’ve seen today. Sorry my answer wasn’t as poetic as yours.” He said grinning slightly.

echoes of ourselves | amaya + eros

Shrugging off her peacoat in the late afternoon sun, Amaya Iyer hailed a taxi and asked to be taken to the Museum of Modern Art. She still had a few hours left in her day off to visit the Jackson Pollock exhibit before heading back to her apartment to gather up the files she’d need when she went to the Institute for her open hours. Her plan to enjoy a leisurely day shopping, or rather window shopping on 5th Ave had been interrupted by a call from Metro General with a request for a consult. 

Doctor Sterling was an admirable and well respected psychiatrist, but considering that his patient was facing criminal charges, wanted confirmation on whether or not aforementioned patient was truly suffering from a mental illness or faking it to receive a reduced sentence. It had been a simple matter to step in, ask a few questions and get a read on the man’s emotions. He hadn’t been pretending, and despite the fact that the dark haired woman had wanted to spend her day decidedly not using her powers, she was pleased to have helped. 

Hurrying up the steps of the Museum, and slightly annoyed that the mercurial weather of November made it impossible to dress appropriately (she was beginning to sweat a little in her long sleeved shirt, the drops trickling down her spine), Doctor Iyer wandered through the building until she reached the Pollock exhibit. His work always reminded her of the Rorschach Inkblot Test psychologists were so fond of using. Though her dark eyes remained fixed in total concentration on the inky splattered painting, Amaya couldn’t help but sense a very focused, intense sort of curiosity directed towards her. Turning towards the only person in her vicinity, a somewhat older yet handsome looking man seated on a bench, she drew towards him seating herself on the other side. 

“Pollock always makes me contemplative,” she offered politely, searching for something to say that wouldn’t reveal her ability to read his emotion. “What draws you to his work?”

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@Raybay

Ray: You could but I wouldn't suggest it. Lately my powers have caused...mishaps so I wouldn't go anywhere near my mind if I were you.

Ray: I'm sticking with 90%

Eros: Appreciate the warning, Raybay.

Eros: 86%?

Ray: No problem Care Bear

Ray: Nope 90% especially after everything I've found out tonight

Ray: But at least your love life is under control.

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@Raybay

Ray: You could but I wouldn't suggest it. Lately my powers have caused...mishaps so I wouldn't go anywhere near my mind if I were you.

Ray: I'm sticking with 90%

Eros: Appreciate the warning, Raybay.

Eros: 86%?

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@Raybay

Ray: Well truth is, I don't know how I feel but I didn't exactly help the situation either

Ray: If you want to call that a 'romantic life', sure

Ray: Either way, I think about 90% of your time is completely about sex.

Eros: I know you aren't fond of this, and feel free to say no, but I could read your emotions for you?

Eros: Only a suggestion!

Eros: Let's be fair... 85%

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@Raybay

Ray: This may be true but I doubt you could help me anyway

Ray: I don't see how it'd benefit you to know

Ray: And your girls-or boys depending on the night I guess- need to sleep every 24 hours but in between sleep it's all 'good vibes'.

Eros: It's not about help it's about sharing fun and important stuff with your friend.

Eros: I mean I'm open with you about my "romantic" life!

Eros: Haven't been interested in men in a few centuries now, but pretty much.

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@Raybay

Ray: Why should I? You probably don't know him anyway.

Ray: Well lucky for you then

Ray: So I guess it's just limitless fun for you?

Eros: Because I'm your only alien friend, that's a good enough reason.

Eros: Well, I do have to sleep every 48 hours so not completely limitless :p

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@Raybay

Ray: NO! Drunk Ray is 'no fun Ray'.

Ray: Please tell me you at least use condoms

Ray: If you can even contract STD's but also to avoid any illegitimate children for you.

Eros: THEN JUST TELL ME

Eros: Most of the time I do, although with a lot of species Eternal seed doesn't impregnate.

Eros: I feel weird for saying it that way.

Eros: Oh and I don't contract STD's either! SCORE!

[the-delightful-starfox-blog]

@Raybay

Ray: Because...I'm afraid to admit how I feel about that particular person so I'm going to deny for as long as possible

Ray: And are you going to celebrate with an orgy?

Eros: Don't make me get it out of drunk Ray the next time we meet up. (Devil Emoji)

Eros: I've already seen the turn of seventy centuries, I don't make a deal of it.

Eros: But if there's an orgy somewhere that night I still may show up.

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@Raybay

Ray: I neither want or need to picture those things. I have other things to picture.

Ray: ...You didn't read that last part btw.

Ray: I think you've had enough fun for one night, or for this entire century for that matter.

Eros: When will you just tell me about who you want to slap bodies with?

Eros: The Eternal century ends this week so, I'll have more fun soon enough ;)

[the-delightful-starfox-blog]

Eros listened to her intently, fully listening to everything she said and the emotions coming off of her. She had to have dealt with a lot, there’s no way strong emotions such as these could come from someone who hadn’t.

“That’s very brave of you to take the burden of others onto your shoulders- I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch your name?” He said in the soothing tones of his voice laced with their passive powers. He adjusted the gold bands on his wrists as he floated into a cross legged position, to where he was eye level with her averted eyes.

“Now if I may speak freely, which I intend to. I’m not here to reprehend you and scold you or anything of the sort! We have very different out looks on life. But what I will tell you is there are many ways around a situation, some where your tactics work and some where they won’t.” He said placing a gentle friendly hand on her shoulder.

“Now I may not look it, but I’ve been around a long time and been through my own tragedies as we all have.” He said with a slight chuckle “And in my time I have found my words and my compassion have helped me more than my fists.” He chuckled slightly removing his hand and landing on his feet and leaning with his back against the bar instead.

What a Lovely Night // Eros & Sharon

Carter watched his feet leave the ground, noting the abnormality as he came closer to her. But instead of yelling at her, he seemed to just be afraid. Not unusual after she intervened in this sort of thing, but still. It made her feel guiltier than usual. 

Yet her eyes tracked his movements as he ran away, her fists slowly uncurling as he left the bar and Eros turned to her. She again felt much calmer, soothing her temper as he spoke to her. 

“Violence is often the answer, no matter how much we want to change it.” She sighed, her hands rubbing over the wood in the bar, feeling herself continue to calm. “I’ve seen what men will do if a woman turns them down. I’ve stopped men from reacting so harshly before.” She pressed her hand flat onto the wood, the scars on her knuckles from past fights visible. 

“I’m not afraid to fight for those who can’t. That’s all, Eros. And better do it now than later- so he couldn’t hurt others tonight. At least now he may think twice before being such a dick.” She shrugged, her eyes dropped low instead of looking directly at the man. “So do you wanna keep telling me that I was out of line?”