Three months later

Tony was up and walking around but sometimes it still hurt his side, the scar tissue still healing. He was in the lab, working on his suit, Everything was starting to get back to normal...well as normal for for them as they can get. TJ was busy in the training room. Since the Natasha incident he's been practicing non-stop. It worries him. Quinn and Gage were out on a date. Gage promised it would be secluded so no paparazzi would find them. He heard his lab doors open, he lifted up his welding goggles, seeing Kim walk in with a small plate of food. Right. He needed to eat. He smiled. "Hey angel.." She smiled, putting the plate by him. "When was the last time you ate?" Tony looked stumped then JARVIS spoke up. "36 hours and 15 minutes mam."

Tony looked away from her, already feeling her worried glare. "Tony.." "Yes?" "Eat." He rolled his eyes. "Fine..I mean if you really want me to live that badly, I guess I won't starve to death." He stood from his spot, going to the plate which had a sandwich. She rolled her eyes. "I don't know how you can go so long without food." He didn't talk as he started eating the sandwich. It wasn't long until it was gone. He smiled."There. Gone. Happy?" She smiled. "Nope." He raised an eyebrow. "Nope?" She smirked, bringing her arms around his shoulders, starting to kiss his earlobe, moving down his neck. He bit his lip. "Oh...Why , I think your trying to seduce me.." She chuckled softly, suckling his neck. He moaned, his arms coming around her waist, bringing her into his lap. "And your succeeding." He moved her head, feeling the soft, silky hair beneath his finger tips, kissing her, deeply. She moaned, opening her mouth to him as she straddled his lap.

Clint was on his way down to the lab, bringing something down to Tony when he stopped, seeing them both in the lab, starting to go at it. He swallowed thickly, glued to the spot. He knew hey were far enough away and he was at an angle they couldn't see him. He felt like a five year old catching his parents doing it. He couldn't look away as Kim took Tony's shirt off his body, running her hands down his well built torso. Tony's hands traveled up kims back, taking the top of her dress off along with her bra, suckling on a breast. He could hear her muffled moan from where he stood. He bit his lip, feeling his member spring to life, achingly hard.

Her hands traveled down Tony's stomach to his jeans, unzipping him, bringing him out. Clint had to bite back a groan. For all of Tony's bragging of how many woman he's been with, he's surprised he never bragged about his size. It wasn't that it was long, length it was average but it was thick. He started to move to the side of the wall, looking in, his hand palming his tent. God, he was aching. He wanted to be in that room between them. He knew he was bi, he never wanted to admit that but now he had no choice but to admit it to himself. Suddenly Tony had Kim bent over the table, white panties around her ankles as he thrust into her. He groaned, moving away and up the stairs to his room. He needed to be alone.

Gage had taken Quinn to there private beach and she was being very frisky. He moaned, kissing her, deeply. Holding her close. She smiled into the kiss, feeling all over his body as they sat on the large towel. She started suckling his neck, he bit his lip. She smirked, her hands going under his shirt, feeling every curve of his abs and defined muscles. He held her close as she suddenly straddled his lap, taking his shirt off. He smirked. "Eager?" She smirked. "Maybe..or maybe I'm ready." Her smirk fell, softer and more nervous. He looked confused for a moment, enjoying the feel of her sitting on his lap and her capable hands in his hair. Then it clicked, eyes widen. "You think your ready?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I know I'm ready. I love you and our lives are hectic as you can get." Her eyes sadden a moment. "I could lose you at any moment. You could lose me and I don't want to waste anymore time. I love you and I want you." He couldn't help but think back when she took that bullet for him, confessing his love at that last second because she was scared it wasn't real or would be used against her. He felt his eyes water. Just the thought of losing her hurt. He brought both hands to her face, kissing her softly. "I love you. We'll plan a nice night away, ok?" She ginned. "ok." She grinned but he could see the fear in her eyes. The emotion she tries to bury down with confidence,a smart mouth and a smirk. He knows differently. He knows she scared. Of what, he wasn't entirely sure but he was gonna find out.

TJ took a break from working out. Once his knuckles got too bloodied and sore to punch, he called it a day. He was dressed in dark pants, his red underarmour shirt and a leather jacket. His hair gelled perfectly. He headed down to the garage. "Jay, let dad know I'm going out." "Yes sir, shall I inform him of your return?" He shrugged, getting in the red Audi. "Sure. Don't know when I'll be back." He started up the car, revving it. JARVIS spoke from inside the car. "Sir, you are aware you lack a drivers license?" He put the car into gear. "Yep." He drove off, fast out of the garage,going down the streets of New York.

He wasn't gonna admit it to himself but the incident with Natasha fucked him up. Made his mind go thru a 160 on who he can call family. Who he can trust. He drove over the speed limit and little too reckless as he pulled into the parking lot of the strip club. Thanks to the Stark name, they nearly hand him whatever he likes here. Booze, girls, you name it, he got it. He went to the doors, nodding his head at the bouncers as they let him in. he wanted to forget. He wanted to forget he was a Stark, forget that there lives were on the line every fucking day of every hour. His sister already nearly died along with his dad. Who was next? He flashed his ID, getting him a VIP booth easily.

Once there he sat down,eying the whiskey and tumbler glasses on the table. He grabbed the bottle, pouring the amber liquid into the tumbler. Thanks to the Stark name, they didn't care. Just wanted his money. One of his favorite girls came in the VIP booth. She had black hair, like the night sky. Pale skin contrasted beautifully against the dark hair. She wore a dark green bra and pantie set, glitter all over it, making the green shimmer. She smirked, walking in, her heels making her tall. "Hello ." He winced before taking a long gulp of the whiskey. "Please, just call me TJ."

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