A/N: Miss Fantastic and I were talking again last night. Hopefully you'll like what came out of it. :D

As per usual, I own nothing but my imagination, that so far isn't making me much money. Mr Brightside belongs to The Killers, and I don't own Tony Stark/Iron Man, or Loki, or The Avengers. I do own the character of Megs, and half custody of Sparkles.


Loki had slipped over to the bar after the first set had finished and he was currently nursing a water. He glanced over at the large room and saw the bustle of what he could see was actually a successful business, much to his chagrin. Off to the side were two large chairs, both rather big and very comfortable looking, and Megs sat in one, one knee perched over the other delicately as she stirred a drink sitting on a small table to the side. Fury had stepped up behind the chair and let his hand slide down over her shoulder and he didn't miss the small smirk on her face.

Loki rolled his eyes and looked away, to where are the business actually took place. There were far more women than male escorts, but that didn't mean that the club catered only to male patrons, not by a long shot, which had amused Sparkles to no end. Loki kept telling himself that a gig was a gig, and this one was semi-permanent one that paid rather well.

"You guys aren't half bad," Loki glanced over at the bartender. His blonde hair was swept to the side and held perfectly in place, while his clothes held an impeccable crispness to them, despite all the moving he was doing getting drinks for both patrons and their escorts. "We've been in need a decent band for a little while."

"Um, thanks?" Loki raised an eyebrow and sipped at his water. The man, Loki thought his name was Steve, laughed a little. Loki looked back over and his eye was for some reason drawn back to look at Stark. He sat on one of the small loveseats, one that demanded the closeness of its occupants, with a tall red head perched in his lap. While his presence demanded attention it was the woman that was giving and receiving from Stark.

"Sooner or later everyone ends up looking at him," Loki glanced back at Steve and raised an eyebrow. "It's only natural," he continued as he made a couple drinks for one of the girls that came up. "Those who aren't talking about him outside of the club, are talking about how to get to him inside of the club." He set the drinks down with a shy smile and turned back to Loki. "He doesn't relinquish control though, that's what makes him such a commodity around here. You want what you can't have, right?"

"I imagine with his clientele there wouldn't be much talk of who takes control," Loki replied, wondering how he got into this conversation.

"Tony doesn't keep preferences," Steve told him and Loki blinked a little. "Making him ever more the challenge that people like to take up." He lifted a knowing eyebrow before walking away to the other end of the bar. Loki glanced over and saw that Stark and red head had disappeared. Loki shook his head and stood up. They had a second set to play.


The doors had been locked and the rest of the band had gone with some of the 'Agents' to a local bar to celebrate their first night. Loki rolled his eyes a little, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. Any excuse to go out and party. He pushed the boxes of the sensitive equipment off to the side then sat down on said boxes, grabbing his bottle of water.

"I'm surprised to see someone still in the club," Loki looked up and saw Tony walking over to him. His hair had lost it's perfected muss, and he was back in his silk pants, but this time paired with a short red robe. He flashed Loki a sly smile. "Very few actually stay inside after a big night like tonight."

"This was a big night?" Loki raised an eyebrow. It had gotten crowded, that was for sure, but Loki had the feeling that there had to have been busier nights.

"Well, a big night for some people," Tony let a hand run across Loki's shoulder as he walked around him to look at the instruments that had been deemed safe to keep out.

Loki shivered slightly and glanced back to watch the man. "Careful, Sparkles might kill you if you messed with her drums."

"Me? I got the feeling that she'd rather let me do something to her when we met," Tony smirked over his shoulder, but kept his hands to himself.

"You're not made of dried animal skin," Loki snorted and leaned back on the boxes against the wall. "So if everyone else is out, why aren't you?"

"I'd thought your band mates would like to keep the attention on them tonight," Tony replied, circling the drum set before moving to the speakers. "My reputation wasn't born in The Tower, and I naturally draw attention wherever I go."

"A little full of yourself?" Loki raised an eyebrow.

"Not this time," Tony shot an amused look over his shoulder. "I usually stay in anyway, in case my, company, is wanted after hours." Loki raised both eyebrows, but Tony didn't continue. The shorter man turned and walked closer to Loki, hips moving on their own. He let his hand trail across Loki's neck and up to his jaw lightly. "What about you? Looking for anything?"

Loki quickly stood up and took a step back to hide the shiver that ran through his body. "Nope," he shook his head. Tony just raised both eyebrows, slightly shocked. "Just cleaning up the set."

Tony studied Loki closely, and Loki tried not to fidget under his scrutiny. "You've never slept with an escort, have you?" Loki's nose twitched a little and Tony let out a short laugh. "I'm making you uncomfortable, aren't I?"

"I've dealt with bigger egos before, Stark," Loki informed him, not letting anything slip. "Wait until you get to know Sparkles." Tony let out a snort and feral grin.

"I'm sure we'll both be looking forward to that." Loki rolled his eyes.

"She actually had eyes for someone else tonight," Loki informed him as he moved to grab the empty water glasses he had left form the performance. "Some blonde in the purple shirt-"

"Barton?" Tony barked out and Loki turned slightly. "She was giving Barton eyes over me!"

"You were rather occupied tonight, if I recall correctly," Loki shot back. He scoffed at the pleased look on Tony's face. "Why doesn't Fury like you?" That got rid of the smile, but only for a second.

Tony walked over and circled around the chair that Megs had been sitting in for most of the night. He stopped behind it and splayed his hands out, sliding them down the sides slowly. "Fury doesn't like me, because Fury doesn't like to share." Loki stared at him for a second and Tony continued, moving to slip into the chair with a practiced grace. "Megs didn't make this place it is now with a sharp business mind. No, she has experience. More than me, and she likes to show it."

"Does she often sleep with her own employees?" Loki quickly caught on. Tony laughed lightly.

"My, you are polite to a fault, aren't you?" Tony let his legs hang over the arms of the chair. "You're asking if the two biggest whores get the nasty on?" Loki's faces scrunched in distaste. "When she wants to. It's been a less occurring event over the past few years, though."

"Are you disappointed?" Loki set the glasses on the bar and turned around. He jumped a little, pressing his back against the bar when he saw Tony suddenly in front of him. He thought he was the only one who had mastered moving that quietly.

"Disappointed that it frees up some of my nights?" Tony smirked, sensing the tension in Loki's body. He walked his fingers up Loki's arm, not taking his eyes away from Loki's. "I'm a very popular person, on and off the clock." He leaned forward, letting his lips rest milimeters above Loki's. "Maybe one day you'll find out why." Tony pulled away and turned, walking away and through the carved wood doors.

Loki's eyes were wide, but he didn't let go of the bar. His knees couldn't support him yet.

Sparkles was going to be pissed that she wasn't here for this.