For those who have only ever read my Marvel stuff, this one may seem like it's come out of left field... those who have read me in my other fandoms, well, mpreg is definitely familiar ground. Heed the warnings, etc., etc. The pertinent portions of the prompt are below so you have no excuse not to realize what you're getting into. ;-)

Written for an avengerkink prompt: Tony/team, Tony forced to breed super babies for SHIELD (non-con/rape, torture)

The only reason Tony is allowed to become part of the Avengers is because he's the only male among them capable of getting pregnant. This is not an A/O/B, it's just a universe where some men can get pregnant with no a/o/b tags of alphas, omega, bonding etc. Tony may be Iron man with a positive relationship with his team to the world, but behind closed doors he's a breeding cow, because SHIELD wants future heroes who have one of the Avenger's powers/strengths combined with Tony's genius.

So Steve, Thor, Clint, Bruce, can even include Natasha, and Wanda, Vision and Pietro (can be alive for this), even Bucky if you want, all have a time scheduled to knock Tony up til he's preggers with said Avenger's child. In that time Tony's off work as his belly bulges with the future hero. Once he gives birth, the child's handed to SHEILD and the Avenger who fathered it. Then the process starts all over for Tony with the next Avenger knocking Tony up to get their kid out of him. they take turns with Tony, not going all at once
Tony's never been happy about it, and isn't in a romantic relationship with them. It's all business and part of his job. Tony can't fight SHIELD's binding contract unless he's ready to enter a difficult fight in court.

Time passes where Tony's birthed a kid to most if not all of his teammates, and only they are allowed to see and interact with their children, while Tony has no right to see or interact with them. Sick of this treatment of being told to roll over to be breed, Tony reveals what's going on and takes this thing to court to end his enslavement as a baby making machine and to get custody of all the children he's birthed.

Bonuses:

lactating Tony. Maybe to keep him from seeing his kids SHIELD agents pump out his milk.

For much Tony whump. Lost in stress, frustration, pain, trauma, etc.

Originally posted anonymously to the avengerkink community in October 2017.


Thor was first. When he took Loki and the cube and returned to where they came from, Tony had already bent over and taken it and was suffering the first effects of morning sickness.

This wasn't his first time, though it was the first time he'd made it this far and he observed the changes to his body with scientific detachment, recording everything and comparing it to known baselines. It was either that or shake his fist in SHIELD's general direction and curse until he lost his voice over what was being done to him. This was not the sort of legacy he'd imagined leaving for the world.

SHIELD knew he'd returned from Afghanistan pregnant, knew he'd miscarried as a result of the palladium poisoning (not that he'd minded), and they, too, watched his progress closely.

Despite their strong recommendations, he continued using the suit and going on missions until the suit no longer fit around his growing waistline. When that day came, he went on a hunger strike that ended only when he passed out. He came to in SHIELD medical, a tube down his throat and his wrists tied to the bed.

He managed to work his way free of the restraints and pull out the tube twice before they used handcuffs instead. Then he resorted to trying to bite through the tube. They put a muzzle on him so he couldn't move his jaw.

Through it all, there was no sign of his supposed teammates and he wondered what load of b.s. SHIELD had fed them. Or, worse, they knew exactly what was going on and decided not to interfere. As one day dragged into another, he put his money on the latter.

When they finally allowed him out of the restraints, he was given permission to return to the tower provided he comply with a very strict set of rules. Lack of compliance would have unspecified consequences, but by then he wasn't sure he wanted to find out how creative they could be.

He told the team as little as possible about what was going on, embarrassed about being caught in the situation in the first place, embarrassed by his body and the undeniably visible evidence of his condition, embarrassed that he had somehow thought of himself as a part of the team even though those in charge thought him no better than a walking incubator.

For their part, the team treated him the same as always and appeared to ignore his growing middle. He followed their lead and behaved the same as always, arrogant and glib, always ready with a sarcastic retort or witty comment even when his back ached with every step and he had to fight for each breath thanks to the combined pressures of the arc reactor from above and his belly from below.

It was Natasha who caught him in a moment of weakness in a corridor, leaning heavily against the wall as he fought to keep down what little he'd eaten for dinner. She urged him to sit, to take slow breaths, to let her massage his neck and shoulders to help him relax. And it helped, at least a little.

Then she took pity on him and told him what he'd feared: they all knew exactly what was going on, that he was at the center of a SHIELD project to ensure there would be another generation of superheroes waiting in the wings if (when) the worst should happen. "I was to be the carrier, until they found out I'm unable to bear children." She laughed darkly. "It is fitting that the Red Room managed to thwart their plans."

"This whole thing is fucked up" was all Tony could say. Natasha agreed.

Soon after that it was time for his "confinement" as the birth drew near. It was, in fact, a literal confinement in a suite of rooms somewhere in the labyrinth below the SHIELD headquarters in Washington, D.C. He was allowed to bring some of his tech to keep him occupied, so he spent the last couple of weeks almost solely in the company of Jarvis with occasional visits from SHIELD medical personnel for checkups and regular visits from the people who brought his food.

Labor was a long and miserable process and the less said about it, the better, save to acknowledge that it lasted nearly three days. He remembered it only as an interminable period of pain and sweat and agony, capped off with them attempting to stimulate his "breast tissue" (yes, they called it that, and no, he did not accept calling any portion of his body "breasts") to produce milk for the large and squalling baby boy. They finally gave up, but not until he was bruised and tender and he would never be able to endure someone touching his nipples during sex again.

After the birth, the child was whisked away and Tony never saw him again. He was simultaneously relieved and bereft, fully willing to acknowledge he did not want to be responsible for an infant but at the same time feeling like he should have had *something* to show for his misery.

He was kept under SHIELD supervision for two weeks afterward, presumably to make sure he was healing up properly-have to keep the incubator in prime condition-and then he was allowed to leave. He fled to California and Pepper and his house, mercifully free of any reminders of the Avengers or New York or this newest experience that would haunt his nightmares for months to come.

Pepper had no idea what he'd just gone through and he wasn't about to tell her. By the time she moved in, he'd gotten himself into something close to his former physical shape, or at least close enough that she didn't comment on his body.

Months passed in which the worst thing he had to deal with was nightmares and he built all manner of suits to protect himself from every possible eventuality he could think of. Except, of course, they would be useless against SHIELD. Whenever they decided to retrieve him, and he knew they would, he would be helpless to stop them. He'd signed a contract and contracts can only be broken by death or expensive lawsuits, never mind that his initial agreement had been under the duress of being nearly fatally ill from the palladium.

Threatening a terrorist wasn't his most intelligent move, but at least it held the promise of a possible way out, provided the terrorist could live up to his reputation. When his house was attacked and he sank beneath the waves amongst the concrete and girders, he thought that maybe, just maybe, his salvation was at hand.

He was wrong.

When the terrorist was finally defeated-by Pepper, who somehow, miraculously, emerged unscathed-the team of responding officers was none other than SHIELD. After his wounds were cleaned and his ankle put in a brace, they wanted to send him back to New York immediately to commence the next pregnancy. He managed to convince them that he needed to fix Pepper, that the formula running rampant in her system could be of use to them if he could only straighten out the kinks.

The promise of more or better tech was usually enough to get him out of trouble, and so it was in this case as well. He was allowed to leave with Pepper, to remain unmolested-figuratively and literally-until he'd tinkered with Extremis to the point that she wasn't a danger to anyone.

After that, there was no reason not to go ahead and have Dr. Wu take out the arc reactor as well. Open heart surgery had significant risks, which might prove to be his happy end, and full recovery would take a while even with the targeted version of Extremis he used to rebuild the bone and sinews removed or damaged when Yinsen had placed the first electromagnet in his chest. He hoped that major surgery would be sufficient reason to defer his next "appointment" for a few more months.

Wrong again.