I DON'T OWN ANY MARVEL MATERIAL, but man I wish I did! I only own the plot of this fic and my interpretations of what happened!
A/N: Hey guys! I'm doing well on this story, so I thought I should go ahead and post the first chapter. It's emotional, dark, and mentions rape. I don't think the rest of the story will be, but I hope that I can get some response. Here we go!
"So, we've got bed of Poptarts for Goldilocks, a romantic honeymoon night with fondue for the thawed-out Capsicle, a mischievous look from our favorite gamma boy, and my terrific plans for every occasion. That only leaves our favorite assassins," Tony looked at the partners "We know that someday they'll produce a little Katniss of their own, but how will they get there?" Natasha Romanoff rolled her eyes and muttered an insult that only her parter could hear and understand. Clint Barton smirked at her comment, but didn't miss the small fidget by his partner, and took the chance to send a silent death threat to Tony. Clint had just gotten Natasha to go slowly in their ... after-hours activities. He didn't want a jackass comment from the billionaire to ruin their new level of intimacy. He was thankful for Steve, who was blushing more than he ever had before.
"Uh, Mr. Stark, if it's all the same to you, I would like to move on to a different topic now, especially since a lady is present,"
"I agree with our chivalrous friend," announced Thor, "Although I would much like to continue discussing conquests with you all, we must not tarnish the virtue of Lady Natasha."
"Virtue?! Do you know what she does for a living, Hammertime?"
"Mr. Stark," Steve warned, "now would be a good time to stop talking."
"Why? Out of all of us, Spidey's the expert on sex!" Natasha's jaw was clenched and her body stiff. Clint placed a hand on her thigh, trying to comfort her. Tony kept going. "I bet you two have kinky habits...ooh! How about roleplay?" Natasha got up and almost ran out to the room. Clint looked after her with worry in his eyes, which quickly changed to a murderous look as he turned back to Tony.
"Enough."
However, Tony kept going, calling after the redhead: "Like, reenacting your Helicarrier fight, except naked? Now that must be-" he was cut off by being thrown on the table, a gun to his "heart". Bruce backed away from the table while Thor and Steve took a step closer to their team members.
"You think that was hot, Stark?" Clint hissed "Me trying to pin her skull to the floor? Breaking the trust that I spent years gaining from her? Undo everything in her? Raping her?" Steve tried to step in.
"Enough, Barton,"
"I have no business wondering, but what would it be like for you to see your precious Pepper in danger, fear filling her eyes, and you wouldn't be able to do anything to help her? Would you care? Or would you just sit there, rubbing your hard-on like the prick that you are?"
"Barton, I said enough," said the Captain as Thor pulled the terrified Tony out from under the angry assassin. The Captain put a hand on Clint's chest, holding him back. He looked straight into Clint's darkened eyes. "Take a walk, Hawkeye."
A/N: Phew. That was intense, right? Or am I totally wrong? Let me know! What do you not like? What do you want?