Authros note: Sorry for the delay. this chapter got lost and to rewrite it. Im working on the next one. Hopefully this one will have a good make out session with Banner and Clint.
Steve made his way to his room where he left a blissed out and Sleeping Tony. Opening the door he saw Tony's arms still trapped in the shirt and a damp spot in front of his pants. Leering he went to the bathroom and got a washcloth. Going over to the bed, he tugged on Tony's pants and underwear. Leaving a naked Tony on the bed, he began to clean him.
"Ngggnnn…" Tony whimpered, still sensitive.
"Tony?" Steve stopped, looking down still seeing Tony asleep.
"N-nooo…." Tony tried to curl away from the tortuous touch.
"No, Tony. You need to be cleaned." Steve got Tony back on to his back and straddled the man.
"S-steve…whaa..hnggg.." Tony tired asking but, whimpered.
"Yes, Tony? I wouldn't be a very good cat owner, if i didn't clean you up," Steve stroked Tony's cock earning a mewl and hip thrust,"Some one wants to play." Steve leaned down, taking Ton'y mouth in his and plunged his tongue, stroking Tony's tongue.
Steve nipped at Tony's jaw, grabbing the tail he guided it over Tony's nipple. He heard a low moan, which made the older man smirk.
"St-steve…please….n-ned to cum…" Ton'y whimpered, trying to bring his trapped arms down but, Steve grabbed them and pushed them back above Tony's head.
"Keep them there or else." Steve nipped at Tony's ear.
"How long does it take…You know what I don't want to know." Clint stopped and sipped his coffee.
"Im heading to the gym." Natasha got up and walked out.
"Ill be in the living room." Coulson got up leaving Thor, Bruce and Clint.
"I shall go forth and spar with Lady Widow of Black."
"I'm staying here." Clint snuggled closer to Bruce.
"As much as I would love to snuggle, Im going to see if there is some non-magical way of reversing this." Bruce got up, causing Clint to fall.
"That wasn't nice." Clint pouted.
"Sorry…" Bruce's lip quivered and ran to his room.
"Wait…Damn it, I was joking." Clint raced after the Doctor and knocked on his door,"Bruce, please open the door…"
"Go away!" Bruce's voice muffled through the door.
"Jarvis, please open the door. I need to talk to Banner." Clint asked the AI.
"I would advice you, Mr. Barton, comply with Dr. Banner's wishes." Jarvis replied.
"Jarvis.." Clint tried to reason with Jarvis.
"Clint, please go." Bruce's voice cracked.
"O-okay, Bruce, I really was kidding. Im sorry." Clint walked away, head down and shoulders slumped.
Bruce curled into a ball under his blankets.*Clint was only joking. Why would I get upset over
it?* Bruce threw the blankets off and paced. Determined to get answers.
Clint slunk to his room. Flopping on the bed, he rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Going through what could have made Bruce bolt and cry,maybe?
*Why would he cry? I was kidding. Maybe it has something to do with his dog side?*"Gahhhhhhh!" Clint yelled trying to wrap his head around this whole cluster fuck of a magical mess,"When I see Loki again, Im so kicking his ass." Barton got up and punched the wall,"Owwwwww!" He bellowed.