Tony felt great. He hadn't felt this good in ages. Well not really, but given all that has happened with Stark Industries and the emergence of S.H.I.E.L.D., suffice to say he hasn't had a lot of downtime recently.

Especially with Pepper. Pepper Potts has been the one thing that has been keeping him sane recently. Pepper has been the only thing that has kept him grounded despite all the crazy things that have been happening.

If she wasn't around, Tony might never have made it this far.

And that was the reason why Tony had given in to her request about the Stark Tower. Despite Tony's genius, the thought of using the Arc reactor in this manner had never crossed his mind. He had ideas for it to be a power source, a lot of ideas. But he could never find any way to test it. He had never thought that he could test run it on one of his own buildings. Pepper was a genius in her own right.

And really Pepper was one of the few people Tony really depended on. She had long since passed the line of casual sex friend or a plaything for Tony. But Tony never loved her. He depended on her and trusted her, but not love. Tony Stark didn't know the meaning of that word, and he saw himself as someone who probably would never fall in love.

He smiled a bit when he saw the STark Tower light up. The tower was beautiful, a beacon of light amidst the sea of lights that was New York City.

"You should see it from out here," Tony said as he maneuvered his suit back to the tower.

Pepper laughed that sweet laugh of hers as she turned her attention away from the computer and looked out through the window. "I prefer not to fly around outside in a suit thank you very much."

"Almost there sweetheart," Tony said as he finally landed on the platform. Jarvis took it from there. The AI system carefully but quickly and fluidly removed the parts that made up the Iron Man suit as Tony Stark walked down the platform and back into his tower.

Upon seeing him land, Pepper took a glass of champagne in both her hands and walked up to Tony.

"This calls for a celebration," Tony said as he smiled at her and took the glass of champagne. "This is your baby after all."

"My baby?" Pepper asked with a happy look in her eyes.

"12% your baby."

Pepper's eyes widened and an incredulous look took over her features quickly. "12%... 12%?!"

"Alright...maybe 20? Come on, who had to do all the heavy lifting?"

It was her idea yes, but without Tony none of this would have been possible anyway, right? He invented, he put everything together. She just thought of the idea. Well of course the idea was a big part of it, without it this wouldn't be here at all.

"Alright... 50 / 50."

Pepper finally turned back around and sighed. "Alright, 50 / 50," she conceded.

As Tony thought of a reply to that, Jarvis voice broke through the calm celebratory mood. Well it wasn't calm for the average person, but all this verbal nitpicking with Pepper was a whole new level of calm compared to the chaos of war that seemed to follow Tony everywhere.

"Sir, Agent Coulson is at the door."

"Tell him I'm not here."

"Sir, it seems to be very urgent."

Quickly Pepper's face changed into one of concern. She was so easily distracted, in Tony's opinion, by plights of other people.

"Tell him..."

Before he could even finish speaking, the door behind them slid open and right there stood a very serious looking Phil Coulson.

Pepper stood up quickly. "Phil!" she greeted him.

"Phil? When did that happen?" Tony asked as he stood up and followed. "His first name is Agent."

Pepper went closer and wrapped one arm around the agent as Tony dragged his legs.

Ignoring Tony's comment, Coulson greeted Pepper with a smile. Then he turned to Tony and pulled up a file. "We need you to look at this."

"I don't like being handed things."

"I like being handed things," Pepper said quickly as she took the file instead. She turned to Tony and handed it to him as she took away his glass of champagne. "You have homework."

"No I don't." But Tony still took the file and placed it on his desk. He opened the file and his eyes quickly went over the files that he could see. His eyes widened just slightly as he took in all the new information. The Avengers Initiative. This is what it was.

Pepper went close and stayed by his side. "What's going on?"

Tony clicked the files with his fingers and slowly pushed them out and on to the hologram so he could see a bigger projection of everything.

Pepper's eyes widened and she gasped as she saw all that information. "You have a lot of homework tonight."

"What about our celebration?"

"Homework," Pepper said again as she turned to Tony. She leaned in and whispered things to Tony's ear that will probably have any other man blushing. But not Tony Stark. Tony Stark never blushed no matter who he bedded. But it was a promise. And Tony liked sex enough to look forward to it.

Pepper pulled away and turned to Coulson. "Would you be able to pass by the air strip?"

And as soon as she turned away Tony turned his attention back to the files. He didn't even realize that the door had shut and that both Pepper and Coulson had left.

His attention was on everything at once. He couldn't focus. Because even for him, even for a man of his genius, people just wasn't his forte. Technology and data he could process within minutes, seconds even. But people, he just wasn't gifted in that area. And all these data about the Avengers, well, he needed time to process them.

As his mind started to focus on things, suddenly he felt something on his back. It wasn't a physical feeling, more like a warmth that soothed the ache that always came with taking his suit out for a ride.

"Woah, that champagne. Must ask Pepper where she bought this one," he said as he cranked his neck slightly to ease the soreness there.

The gentle warmth on his back slowly moved up to his neck. Thinking it was just the effect of alcohol, Tony ignored it. But the warmth made him crank his neck again, and this time, this movement made his eye catch something in the files. He frowned slightly and used his hands to zoom in on the hologram of the cube.

He knew this, he knew it from his father's files.

As soon as he took that file apart from the others, the warmth came back. "Seriously this champagne," he murmured as he grabbed his glass again and took a great big gulp.

It took a while, but the warmth began to spread. But it wasn't like any other alcohol though. It felt like... well it felt like hands, warm hands kneading his back and neck, taking away the ache. But that was crazy because he was alone.

Tony Tony Tony, he grumbled in his head as he pulled up the file about this cube. There was so much data from S.H.I.E.L.D. but Tony had already seen most of these.

"Ghost of the old man," he grumbled as the memory of Howard Stark threatened to invade is mind right now. "Nope, got homework or else Pepper would never give me any tomorrow night."

But he focused on the task at hand. Or at least he tried to. Because damn the warmth on his body was spreading. In the end he managed. It took him minutes to dissect information he already knew so the tesseract had been easy. But the files of the Avengers took him a while to digest. When he was finally done, the clock had already struck 3 am.

"That long huh?" he grumbled as he glanced at the clock. "Jarvis, lights off," he muttered as he kept the files and then landed on his bed with a soft oomph.

"Sir, might I say that this is pretty early for you to..."

"Can it Jarvis. With all these loonies getting put into action, I'm sure captain tighty pants won't have us sleeping because duty calls. So I'm gonna sleep when I still can."

"Goodnight to you too sir."

And with that the room fell silent. Well as silent as it could be because Tony could hear himself groan from the added pressure on his back.

The warm pressure on his back was back.

There's no one in the room or else Jarvis would have alerted him already. So Tony just discounted it as his brain being overworked, undersexed, or the champagne, or all of that altogether. Or maybe he was dreaming. Yeah maybe that was it.

"Best massage ever... mmph," he groaned as the pressure grew and it was seriously turning into a massage. He was truly dreaming because how else could he imagine such details like hands on his back and... legs. It was moving down, and hell his legs were sore. So it was all good.

Those hands slowly moved down his legs and pressed into his inner thighs.

"Oh yeah," he groaned into his pillow.

Then his eyes lit up. "Ok so if this is a dream, then you're probably gonna have to up your ante. Could a blowjob be included in this?" he chuckled as he turned over on his back.

But his chuckles died down as the ghost hands slowly moved up between his legs. "Holy shit..." he gasped but the pressure on his legs didn't let up. Not only did it not let up. It was slowly getting closer and closer until Tony felt it on his cock.

Tony groaned. What a weird dream this was becoming. But to hell with it. It was his dream, so he could do pretty much anything he wanted right?

So he spread his legs and let the warmth spread easier. "It's my dream, my control right?" As soon as he said that, he felt a sudden tight grip on his cock and he let out a hiss.

"Fuck, no control? Fine, do as you please ghost hands," he grumbled. And the pressure let off.

"Weird dream," he muttered. Only to have a gasp torn from his lips. The ghost hands slowly wrapped around his shaft and stroked. It felt heavenly. It was just right. It was confident and it felt so good, not unlike any other partner or any other wet dream he's ever had.

"Not too tight, gonna cum too soon if you keep that up... ah... said not too tight." But already Tony was writhing. The warmth was keeping a constant pressure on his cock and it was just what he wanted.

These ghost hands knew just what he wanted. What he expected from a wet dream right?

"This is weird, but damn it feels good," he groaned as he felt the pressure tighten again. He didn't need to look to know that he was hard.

He gave another groan, groaning into the silence of his room.

He felt the pressure move some more, caressing up and down, and then a gentle pressure on his balls and the playboy let out a loud moan. This was better than any of the other hand jobs he had ever experienced before.

Then the pressure began to move faster and Tony bucked off the bed unconsciously. "Fuck... that feels good," he groaned as he bucked again, consciously this time. It felt really good and he wanted more.

"M...more..." he groaned.

And that seemed to be the magic word. As soon as he had said that, he felt the touch tighten and move faster on his cock, bringing him closer to release.

Tony gasped as he felt that familiar clenching in his abdomen. "Gotta be a dream, don't cum this fast... ahhh!" he gasped again as the pace picked up some more and he came suddenly.

Then he could swear he could hear a chuckle in the night air. But again, there was no one else but him in this room. So yeah again, part of his dream.

"That was the best imaginary handjob I've gotten," Tony groaned as he laid back down into the sheets.

But it seemed as though his imaginary partner wasn't about to end yet.
With a warmth to his ear and a tingle on his neck, "Oh this just keeps getting better and better," he groaned.

His eyes fluttered shut as the warmth spread down to his chest and stomach. There was a ghostly touch to his arc reactor. But he barely cared because there was more warmth over his chest. It was more than the fleeting touches earlier. If Tony were to describe it, it felt like a person was lying on his chest. But again, there was no one there, was there?

"Go to sleep..."

Tony's eyes popped open when he heard those words whispered in his ear. Wait that wasn't supposed to...

A light green light sparked close to his ear and flowed down over his eyes that slowly made his eyes feel heavy, heavier than when he first laid there.

"Go to sleep Man of Iron."

"Mmm yeah ok," he mumbled as he finally did doze off to recharge for the chaos that would lay ahead.