, The Art Of Seduction (Avengers Style)

So, I have a huge English essay due on Monday, and instead of doing it tonight, I decided to go watch the Avengers for the third time, this time with my Dad. I decided since my last two Fics were very dark, I'll try some Comedy this time. Inspired by the tumblr avengerpickuplines. And the owner of that. I used this to come up with my Oneshot/list of Oneshots I will call, The Art Of Seduction (Avengers Style)

It was about eleven o'clock, and Tony was just going to bed after a long day of helping Bruce with his lab, listening to the Captains boring coffee date with Celia the intern, and a lot of other stuff that Tony didn't care about. So when he walked into his room, to find a seemingly very drunk Pepper Pots, he was ecstatic that his boring day might go out with a bang.

"I thought you went home." Tony said, calmly. He had had my share of women to know how to deal with a drunk secretary. Well, not the secretary part, but the drunk, very much so.

"Tony, I, I don't know how to say this, but I need you." Pepper whispered seductively, and stretched out across the bed.

"Listen, Pots, you're drunk and, I couldn't take advantage of my secretary, I-" Tony tried to stammer, knowing he couldn't do anything with Pepper, it would make work to awkward when she fell head over heals in love with him, and his skills.

"No, you listen. I heard from Steve you helped him get a girl using one of your infamous pick up lines." She whispered, before getting up and walking towards Tony, cracked a smile, then went back to a seductive voice. "Tell me one, please?"

Tony looked up, he could have sworn he heard someone laugh, but he didn't hear it again. He looked around his bedroom. It was organised exactly the way he wanted it, the way he made Pepper set it up. The only thing different was that his closet was opened slightly, he hated that. She had never done that before, but this was the first time. He thought about everything she's ever done for him, and surely a little intimate conversation wouldn't change anything.

"You know," Tony said, leading her onto the bed, "The suit isn't the only thing made of iron I have." Tony continued his sexiest voice, and stopped when he heard it again, that deep laughing that sounded like a cough. He got up and looked at the closet, and looked at Pepper again who was trying not to laugh. He walked over to the closet, and swung the door opened and stared at an in hysterics Clint, holding a camera phone, which had recorded the whole thing.