I dont of course own any character in this story, except the original one. There is alot of sex for sex sake, and there will be alot of violence and gore later on. So read at your own risk, boys and girls ;-)

I am not absolutely certain how the fuck I got here. I mean, sometimes I look back and it's like some kind of insane dream world, sometimes a wet dream and sometimes a nightmare. This all makes no sense, I realize. It makes no real sense now, but hopefully it eventually will….when the horror sets in, and the lights go out. Let me enlighten you:

I was steamrolling through morning hangover cup of coffee number three. I was doing this at the kitchen table of a lavish pad that I did not recognize, but that was not entirely new. This has happened before when I drink too much. Not that I have a problem, fuck you very much,. I don't drink all the time (sometimes I do drugs instead.) (THAT was a joke by the way. Screw drugs, I have better things to waste my money on), but sometimes when I start, I just do not know where to stop before things get hazy and weird. I once woke up in China Town wearing a foo dog head….and not much else. So sipping coffee in a modernesque kitchen was not anything really worrisome. And it was REALLY good coffee.

Then HE walked in, looking like a shambling hoard, if a shambling hoard could also look hot at the same time they look like…well, dead, and he shuffled over to the coffee pot as well. I knew who he was and where I was the moment I saw him. His dark hair was in disarray, he was shirtless and wearing a pair of pajama pants that barely hugged his waist. It was apparent he had little to do with boxers or briefs this morning, and had the makings of morning wood…or what was left of it. It was hard to tear my eyes away from his crotch, but the pulsing blue glow of the metal sticking out of his chest, that made it a little easier. The arc reactor…I had gotten wasted at Iron Man's place. How the fuck…

Tony Stark cocked an eyebrow at me then. "You're still here?"

Uhmmm, bitch. That was what I thought, but this is what came out in a sort of shocked gasp, "You have better coffee then Starbucks." Lame.

He grinned a little at that and came to sit across from me at the table. I took the opportunity to try to compose myself …damn he was sexy…no, that is not composing…"What happened last night?"

"You pulled a Tony Stark," he said grimly. It was my turn to cock an eyebrow at him. "I mean, you got drunk enough last night to wake up not knowing where you are, what happened, what you did, or who you did it with."

Oooohhh, so that's a Tony Stark…."Yeah, I guess I did. Did I dance on the tables and shoot out the lights? Care to let me know, or were you that shit faced too?"

He sucked in a breath and feined shock. "Such language on such a proper young lady."

I snorted, "I know that is sarcasm, but in case you need a refresher, I woke up in your bathtub, fully clothed at least, but have no idea how I got in a billionaire superheroes home…that is hardly proper behavior. "

"Yeah," he mocked, "The tattoos and piercing were a dead give away. How old are you anyway? I can't go to jail just for having coffee with you can I?"

"I don't know, did you sodomize me with a chicken last night, cause that is punishable by five days in the pokey where I come from."

Coffee nearly shot out of his nose. He choked and then burst into gales of laughter. "Where the hell ARE you from?" He asked when he could speak again.

"The Deep South….and I'm 25. I just look a lot younger. Apparently I have one of those faces that my momma says I will be thankful for when I am like 50 and still look 35." Gods, she used to tell me that all the time, before….

"THAT explains the accent, and my urge for greens and cornbread every time you start talking. So back to how you got in my bathtub. I actually have no idea how you ended up in there, but I know how you ended up here. I had a little party last night. On my way out to pick up a couple of guests I found you. You were already drunk."

Ohhhh, yeah, little bits and pieces were coming back to me now. "I had a fight with an ex last night," I said, thinking out loud. "Well, he wasn't my ex until the fight…and he threw me out on my ass. So I went and got loaded at Milligan's Pub. After that, I'm not sure."

Tony grinned again (DAMN that shit is cute, he just needs to keep doing THAT). "You were walking up the sidewalk and singing some damn song at the top of your lungs," he said, "in front of a friends apartment. She thought you were funny, and your lip was busted and bleeding, which worried her, and so you ended up in my limo, and then back here. You drank some more and disappeared. I thought you must have left, but I see you didn't."

"I guess I didn't really have a place to go," I mumbled, remembering the fight. Billy had told me to get the fuck out and not come back. He was a controlling jerk anyway, and when I wouldn't do every little thing when and where he wanted, he packed my stuff in a bag and told me to get out…"My bag," I said, looking around the room. "Did I have a bag when you picked me up last night?"

"Yep," Tony was eyeing me now. "You checked it at the coat closet…why was your lip bleeding? You told me last night you had bit it, but I know bullshit when I hear it."

I got up and padded across the kitchen for another cup of coffee. Avoidance is one of my specialties. "This really is better than Starbucks," I said, turning away from him.

"Why was your lip bleeding?" I jumped a little and gasped. His voice was right in my ear…he must be quiet as a damn cat when he crosses the room. I didn't turn, just closed my eyes and felt his heat against my back…it felt really good for him to be that close. Natural, even.

"Because," I began, barely speaking above a whisper. "He told me I was too stupid to do what he asked me to do, too stupid to keep the house clean, too stupid to cook the meals…and I told him if he hadn't been such a fucking douche bag, and SO bad in bed, I might have wanted to actually DO those things for him. So he knocked the shit out of me, threw my bag at me and that was that."

Tony pressed himself a little closer against my back. I idly wondered if it was just because I was the only female left after what was probably a helluva party, and there was that little issue of morning wood. He was a notorious playboy after all. But then shouldn't he have gotten his fill last night? My mind drifted to what his bed probably looked like in the morning, women stacked in there like dominoes. I giggled nervously in my own head.

"You won't go back to some fucking asshole that hits you, will you?" he asked.

"Of course not. I don't take being shit on lightly," I hissed. "I'm no child."

"Oh, I can see that quite plainly," he murmured into my hair. I shivered and my pelvis stirred with wistful neediness. I wanted him to bend me over that counter, I wanted it bad.

" -," I began. He tutted, "Tony, please. God, I hate that crap. I may be old enough to be your dad, but I certainly AM NOT." He put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around. The hand lingered for a moment and then slid down my arm, down my side, and settled on my hip. Little trills of electricity shot through me from everywhere that his hand had been. His dark eyes looked directly into mine. "But you can call me Daddy if you want too."

"I bet this is how you seduce all the girls," I said.

Tony chuckled, "Why, is it working now?"

"You might have to try a little harder, just sayin."

"Mmmm," he said, brushing a strand of chocolate brown hair from my face. "I do love a challenge."

I was insanely aware that he had even more of a hard on now then he'd had when he shuffled into the kitchen. Apparently a little verbal tete a tete set him off. I could not, no matter how hard I tried, keep my eyes from drifting downward. Tony moved in closer to me. "I don't even know your name," he said. His cock was pressed into my thigh, hard as steel and just as unyielding. OMFG, I'm going to go insane, before I even have a chance to put that thing in my mouth, I thought. And damn, did I want too.

"Journey," I murmured. He cocked an eyebrow again. "My name… it's Journey."

"Fitting, and I am sure this is the beginning of a very interesting one," (Tony Stark had no idea how pragmatic those words were right then. Neither did I.) " As I am to understand it, you have no home to go too," he looked almost gleeful. I got that look a lot when guys found out my name, but this was different, more like a cat that had a mouse trapped in a corner….and was about to eat it. Ooo, how I hoped he would.

Not one to be undone and seem desperate, I said, "I can manage. I've done it plenty of times before."

"Hard one, are you?" Tony asked. His hand was trailing electric circles on my thigh, dangerously close to the center of the heat that was radiating through my body.

"That makes two of us," I whispered.

He bit at his lip and pressed his hardness into me a bit more. He didn't speak as he brushed his fingertips along my neck. My own hands were shaking, I put them back onto the counter to brace myself. This was all so crazy. This amazing man, full of himself and totally narcissistic, but still fucking phenomenal, was seducing me, and I wanted it more than anything. I was never attracted to assholes like this, who were full of themselves, so sure about everything, and hell bent on getting what they wanted with vague regard for anyone else. But I didn't care right now. None of that mattered. Nor did I care that he could have any woman he wanted, that he'd bedded God only knows how many…I didn't care that he was twice my age. Here I was, tattoed sleeves, pierced face, and ripped up jeans, and this super human with more money then I could fathom found that to be what he wanted RIGHT THEN-and our needs coincided. That was all either of us needed in that moment.

"I am incredibly attracted to you," he quipped matter of factly. "You don't say," I countered. "And all this time I just thought you were paranoid I was going to steal the good silver."

"That too but we shall deal with your little petty theft problem later when I am not so fucking attracted to you that my dick hurts," he said, looking down at his own crotch. The pajama pants were starting to look incredibly strained. He smiled at himself, and then cut his eyes back up to meet mine.

"Are you really admiring your own cock?" I asked. Tony's eyes twinkled.

"Let me take you to bed." He took my hand, and I let him lead me through the house, past the bathroom whose bathtub I had fallen asleep in, and into a bedroom, with an amazing view, and the plushest bed I had ever seen.

"You may never get rid of me, Stark," I murmured, standing in front of the window. There were dark clouds rolling through the sky, storm clouds. "You have coffee that is better than Starbucks, a view to rival any landmark, and a bed that puts Hilton to shame. I may have to stake a claim somewhere in this house and wait for the homesteading law to kick in."

He slid his arms around me, strong and hard, and laughed in my hair. "Will you be building a shanty or a condo on your claim?"

"I haven't made it that far in the planning stages. Let's see how the sex goes first, and then I will decide on the permanence of my structure."

"Are you on the pill?" he asked, suddenly serious.

"No, old school," I mocked. "But I do have one of those fancy new fangled IUD thingies that the kids are all the rage over."

He rubbed his erection against my rear end at that remark, and slid his hands up into my hair. "You're a laugh a fucking minute," he breathed. Grabbing a handful, Tony jerked my head backward and bit the back of my neck, my sweet spot. Leave it to a womanizer to know immediately exactly where a woman's favorite spot was.

"You already sized me up, haven't you?" I asked. The dark clouds outside began to mount in strength. I could hear wind blowing past the building, howling mournfully. I had a strange pang of nostalgia and homesickness. I knew the only thing that was going to chase that melancholy away was the man behind me who was now slowly, silkily gliding my shirt up over my head.

"Nope, I haven't yet. Don't want too. You are still a mystery to me…and I like that," he growled as he grinded into me. "Now, I need some new pretty pretty in my room, so how about getting into my bed?"

"That was a terrible pick up line," I laughed, complying. The bed felt just as good as it looked. I sank into down and sighed. "You better take me now, big boy, cause I may fall asleep in this thing. It's like a narcoleptic's wet dream,"

"I'm pretty sure I have already picked you up. If I haven't we may both be confused...and there is no way you will be able to sleep through me." Tony bounced up onto the bed and crouched in front of me like a cat. I sat up and smiled at him. "Sure of yourself, aren't ya?" This bantering was fun, he presented a challenge and always came back with something. Billy had been an idiot, and most of the time he'd looked at me like I was the daft one. Thunder crashed outside.

"I find storms incredibly erotic…there now you are one step closer to knowing who the fuck you are about to bed," I murmured, turning to see the lightening crackle across the sky. It seemed to be an odd color, but I didn't much care at the moment. It could have been purple with pink polka dots and that would have been fine with me. It still stirred my loins like it always had…I could feel it pulsing through me, much like the electricity of Tony's hand in the kitchen. I decided right then that two could play the cat and mouse game, and I pounced on him, knocking him back onto the fluffy bed. Deftly, I pulled down the pajama bottoms and stared longingly at his cock. It was ready, pulsing with blood and need…and I wanted to control it. I wrapped my mouth around him and swallowed his length as if I were starving, raking my teeth back up toward the head. Tony yelped, and then arched his back.. . I put my hand underneath him, supporting the small of his back so that I could better position him to slide down my throat. He groaned and tried to grind against my mouth, but my other hand pressed down on his hip, and I used my teeth to show him the rhythm I was willing to give him. This was the ultimate control a woman had over a man in bed…she could control how fast he came, if she decided to let him come at all. He did not seem completely receptive to this dominant role I had just assumed, and put his hands into my hair trying to impale my face upon him…I laughed deep in my throat, and he moaned again. No matter how hard he pulled my hair, I would not budge. Finally he gave in and dropped his hands to the bed, clawing at the comforter as I began my slow delicious decent down his length. "Fuuuuuck," he growled out., "goddamn where did you come from?"

I used my hand to make him arch more into my mouth and began to suck him harder. When I felt him start to tense and the noises he made had began to change, I slowed down…and then brought him close again. This happened over and over , I have no idea how long. We weren't counting. The lightening crashed outside, and I grew wetter every time I heard it-as if the lightening were crashing inside me, shooting sparks into my pelvis. Finally when I thought the poor thing had enough, (his knuckles were white where he held the bed sheets), I swirled my tongue around his cock. Tony's hips bucked, his body jerked, and he cried out, deep and gutteral as I let him come into my mouth, down my throat. He tasted sweet and bitter all at the same time.

I pulled back away from him, watching the furrow in his eyebrows, listened to him pant and whimper…the hottest noises a man can make are while he is fucking, coming, and experiencing afterglow. I slid my fingers along his length, causing a twitching spasm to coarse through his body, and a yelp of "FUCK!" escaped his lips. I laughed and then got up and crossed the room, back to the window and leaned against a chair to watch the show outside. He would need a moment to recoperate before we went on…I knew how much I had drained him. No rain fell yet. The lightening was still going full force, but it was definitely NOT a normal color. It was tinged with a greenish glow that I had never seen before. Odd, and I was about to say something about it, when I heard him come up behind me. "Recovered already?" I asked beginning to turn.

"Stop, stay where you are at, and grab the arms of that chair. It's your turn, and I don't take this challenge lightly. You brought it, baby, and I am about to return the favor."

I was facing the back of the chair, the seat just under my knees. I did as he asked, since I knew he was about to take the same control from me that I had from him. I looked down and back, spreading my legs to see what he was doing….Tony kneeled onto his own knees, and licked his lips. "You are going to taste so fucking good," he murmured. He took my thighs in his strong callused hands. They felt good, rough, yet gentle…unyielding yet accommodating. And then he pressed his mouth into my wetness. His tongue was perfect, he knew exactly how to suck at my clit, and exactly how to gracefully swirl his tongue around that bundle of nerves to get the moans from me that he desperately wanted. His firm hands held my trembling legs in place, and I looked underneath me to see his cock rising, growing hard again. Tony pressed a finger into me, and then another…I tried to buck my hips back into him, bury him deeper in me, but he growled and held me fast. "Don't you fucking move," he said, his voice husky with lust. "This is my show now."

I complied with a moan, as he licked and finger fucked me to near orgasm. "I'm going to come,"I gasped, and that was when he stood quick as a flash of lightening from outside, and rammed into me with enough force to nearly knock my already shaking arms out from under me. I scrambled for a hold, grabbing onto the back of the chair, as his strong hand grabbed my waist and held me up. The other hand slipped underneath me and began to stroke my clit…I screamed and pressed my face into the back of the chair while he pounded into me over and over. His hand that gripped my waist was clinging to me so hard that I knew he was going to leave finger prints as he grabbed me and impaled me upon his length.

"HARDER!" I screamed, knowing I was going to be very sore later and might live to regret this. "Please, please, fuck me harder!"

Tony growled, deep and gutteral like a feral thing, and with renewed force and vigor he fucked me until I came with an ear shattering scream of his name. My muscles shivered and contracted around his cock, my whole body quaked with the force of the orgasm. "FUUUUUCK," he yelled again. I could feel the tension in his body, and the shiver and spasm as he came. I loved that feeling, but it was even better with him. Maybe it was his size, he was very well endowed, or maybe just the feeling of freedom that he seemed to give me. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating, and I mourned silently as he slid from my body. Tony's face came to rest on my back for a moment, and then he pulled me back to the bed. "Spend the day here?" he mumbled. "I had intended on it," I answered, allowing my body to be swallowed by comfort and turning to watch the strange lightening outside the window.

For the rest of the day we fucked and dozed, and watched the strange storm. Once I had remarked that we should turn on the televsion to find out what the fuck was really going on out there, and once JARVIS, his computerized house brain-the A.I that attended to his ever whim-had told him that a Director Fury needed to speak to him, but he closed us off from the rest of the world like I was his prisoner. I found that incredibly erotic. We were so caught up in each other that we ignored everything else…until it was too late.

It was evening. The sky had grown immensely dark except for the crashing lightening. It had seemed to slow down sometime around 8 pm…and I thought perhaps it was moving on. For the first time that entire day, Tony had me lain on his bed and was actually on top of me, missionary style. We had literally fucked ourselves senseless in every position imaginable, and couldn't come up with another one. We were so tired, and our bodies so sore, and neither one of us had any idea how the fuck we kept getting horny over and over again.

"I haven't come this much since I was a teenager, and that was in my own hand just to see how many times I could do it in a day," Tony said and he slowly slid into me.

"Boys are weird," I said smiling.

"No, really," he murmured. "I don't even know how my dick keeps getting up. It should be broken by now. What are you, a witch?"

"It's all the Viagra, old man," I scoffed. "it's probably been building up in your system."

He bit my shoulder for that one. "Little Bitch." He pressed inside me a little harder and I gasped. "That I am, Mr Metal."

Tony pumped against me so hard that I slid toward the edge of the bed, my head hanging over. It was an incredibly relaxed and comfortable position, and I closed my eyes and moaned as he softly bucked his hips into mine. And that is when it happened.

The door to the bedroom burst open, just as JARVIS began to apologize and sputter (if A.I's can do that) about his command prompts and security settings being overridden. Simultaneously a huge murderous crash came from outside, and the rain began. It came in torrents, as the green lightening flashed through it, reveiling what looked like a cavernous whirlpool swirling in the middle of the ominous clouds.

"WHAT THE FUCK," a chorus of voices sounded together, mine being one of them. I was staring, upside down out the window. Tony had pulled up off of me and was staring at the intruders, some of which were looking curiously from me to the window.

"Nice view all the way around, Stark," a quiet voice said.

"Banner! What the fuck?" Tony began, but a man with an eye patch silenced him with the flick of his hand. I was idley aware that I was completely naked and spread out before at least six people I did not know, but it didn't really phase me. The real show was outside the window.

"What is that?" I asked rolling over and getting onto my knees on the bed. Tony was throwing on a pair of jeans.

"That," Nick Fury said, draping a blanket over my shoulders, "Is a big fucking problem."