Steve began to wake up. Peaking an eye open saw a mop of black hair and heard purring. Smirking, he gently rolled over setting Tony on the couch. While going make breakfast. In the kitchen, he didn't notice Thor making an entrance.
"Good morn, everyone!" Thor yelled, with good cheer.
"Gahhhhh!" Tony yelled, rolling over hitting carpet,"What the hell!" He bellowed getting up from the floor.
"Tony?" Steve came back to the living room, smirking at what happening.
"Everything okay, man of iron?" Thor asked while looking at Tony, who was stretching.
"No everything is not okay. I'm part cat and woke up at 7!" Tony stated, glaring at the Norse god.
"Come, brother Stark! The day waits for no one!" Thor threw an arm around Tony,"Good morning, Captain!" Thor steered Tony into the kitchen.
"Why am I up this early?" Tony whined.
"I'm almost done with breakfast." Steve replied plating eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes.
"Are there any tarts of pop?" Thor looked towards Tony.
"In the pantry." Tony nursed some coffee.
"Jarvis, are the others awake?" Steve set a plate in front of Tony.
"Yes, Mr. Rogers." Jarvis replied.
"What's for breakfast? Hey Thor." Clint entered the kitchen, plunking a piece of bacon from Tony's plate.
"Hey! Get your own plate, birdbrain!" Tony hissed.
"Clint, don't start." Nat smacked Clint.
"ow!" He rubbed the sore spot.
"You probably deserved it, Clint." Bruce stated causing Clint to jump.
"hey! Is this gang up on Clint day?" He pouted, sitting down at the island table.
"You started it."Tony sipped his coffee.
"fine, be that way." Clint turned facing away from the group.
"Come on, Clint. We were only kidding." Bruce stood behind him, placing a plate of food in front of him.
"Clint and Brucie sitting in tree..." Tony began but was chased out by Steve,"Eep!" he dashed out.
"Children." Nat grabbed a plate, a mug of coffee and head back to her room.
Tony made it to the gym, he hid by a stack of punching bags. Trying to stay quiet, he curled into a ball.
"Toooonnnyyyy," Steve sang out,"Come out, come out where ever you are."Steve said from the door, his boots making a loud thunk sound with each step.
*Shit!* Tony crawled, trying to be stealthy. Trying to crawl towards the door, as Steve walked to the ring.
"Tony, why are you hiding?" Steve looked under the boxing ring, finding nothing but dust bunnies.
"I am not hiding!" Tony jumped up, tail puffed,*Oh, crap!* Tony turned trying to make his way towards the door.
Steve raced over the ring, making his way to Tony. He caught him round the waist,"What's the hurry, Mr. Stark?" Steve blew on his ear.
"..." Tony tried wiggling out of Steve's grip.
Steve put Tony over his shoulder, walked out of the gym and towards his room. Swatting Tonys backside, every time he wiggled to much. Gently tossing the neko onto the bed, who scrambled up towards the head board.
"Calm down, Tony," Steve tried to sooth the slightly stressed man out.
"Calm down? Calm down! Look Rogers I don't like it when people play with my emotions! So sorry of I'm a little on edge, I have cat ears and a tail!" Tony yelled, jumping up a bit angry.
"What? Playing with your emotions? I don't..." Steve got up trying to explain.
"The whole movie thing, blowing on my ear, rubbing them. I don't appreciate when people screw with my feelings!" Tony got up making his way to the door,"Just leave me alone. I know no one wants a freak." Tony shut the door, quickly making his way to the elevator.
"Hey...Tony, everything okay?" Bruce asked as Tony came into the elevator.
"Yep, fine. Everything's fine." Tony smiled, his smile not his usual one,"Jarvis, my floor please." Tony called out.
"Are you sure your okay?" Bruce put a hand I his shoulder
"I'm fine." Tony stated, exiting the elevator.
"Jarvis, where's Steve?" Bruce asked, he was going to fix this.
"Sir is in his room. He seems upset." Jarvis replied, moving the elevator to Steve's floor. Bruce walked out and towards Steve's room.
"Steve? Can I come in?" Bruce knocked waiting for a reply.
"Sure." Bruce heard through the door.
"What happened? Everything okay?" Bruce saw Steve hunched over face I hands.
""Peachy." Steve leaned back, sprawled on the bed.
"Talk to me Steve." Bruce made his way to him.
"I don't know, I followed him to the gym. Trying find him and make him come of hidding, trying to be funny. Caught him before getting to the door. Brought him back to my room and he freaked out. Said I shouldn't play with his emotions, he babbled on about how he was a freak for having cat ears and tail. He didn't like it when I blew or touched his ears." Steve stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out how everything went to hell in a hand basket.
In Tony's room, pacing back and forth. Tail lashing from side to side.
"Great! I screwed up. Again! Steve so doesn't need this bagged nor needs me!" Tony grabbed his hair, falling to his knees and sobbing. Old memories resurfacing, again.
Flash back.
Tony came home from college at age 15, his uncle 33. Tony's parents died a few years back( I don't know when they died.) His uncle yelled trying to look for him. It was a game they played, his uncle insisted they play it.
"Toooony, come out, come out where ever you are." Obie said, with a glass of wine in one hand,"There you are, how are you." He leaned against Tonys bedroom door.
"Good, home for the summer. The science department does need my help." Tony laughed, sending a shiver down his uncles spine.
"I'll order pizza. Pepperoni and sausage?" Obie yelled from the hallway.
"Sure, that's fine, I'm gonna unpack." Tony yelled back.
*Finally! His ass is mine! So much fun we're gonna have!* He leered, at all the games he could play.
Tony came back down, white wife beater shirt and black jeans. He was tinkering with a small motherboard for a new robot.
"Here." Obie passed Tony a wine glass laced with a light sedative and aphrodisiac.
"Ok, so what have you been doing?" Tony sat down next to Obie, on the couch.
"Well, running the company. Don't worry about it, just get through school, ok?" Obie rubbed a hand up and down Tony's back. He watched as Tony kept sipping at the glass," You ok there, Tones?" He asked plucking the the motherboard out of the young genius's hands.
"I-I feel... H-hot and t-tired..." Tony tried standing but, the room spun causing him to land back on the couch and on Obie.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Obie got the young man to stand,"Let's get you to bed." Obie kept groping at the man, making him moan and whimper.
Arriving at Obie's room, deposited the boy. He arranged the boy so he was on his back, spear eagle. Gently tugging the pants down, making sure to rub the bulge Tony was forming. Toy spread his legs wider, as Obie got his pants off.
"Oh, tony you look good enough to eat...wait right there." He laughed, as he went to get the marinara sauce. Coming back, he saw a flush faced and needy Tony.
Tony tried yo reach for his aching shaft, but his arms felt like lead.
"O-Obie.." Tony mewled out.
"Right here, Tony." Obie strode to Tony's side, gently taking off his tie; he tied Tony's hand to the head board.
"W-what..." Tony tried to move his hand,"Wh...why?" Tony tried to sit up, but the tie restricted his movements."
Lemon with Obadiah and Tony
"Tony, let me do the work." Obie opened the sauce cup, putting two fingers in he decided to "paint" the mans body.
"Ahhh...S-stop...ngghaa.." Tony arched off the bed when Obie painted over his nipples and shaft.
Obie painted lines, dots and zigzags. He heard moans and whimpers. Looking up, he saw Tony's face flushed and sweaty.
"P-please, Obie Stahhhh..." Tony arched when the older man licked, nipped and suckled his left nipple. He moved on to the other. He licked and slurped the sauce up. He looked at the panting and saliva coated Tony.
"I'll be right back gotta keep you hydrated." The older man quickly stroked Tonys shaft, and left to get Tony a new glass of drugged wine.
End of lemon
Coming back, tipped the glass forcing Tony to drink.
"Sleep, Tones. When you wake, we're going to have fun." He stroked Tones face.
"N-no.. To. H...t." Tony feel into oblivion, his head leaning towards Obie.
End of flash back.
"Gahhhh! Why!" Tony pounded his fist on to the floor.*Why must those, I get close to screw with me?* Tony curled into a ball, crying.
"Sirs, you must go to Master !" Jarvis yelled fearing for his creator.
Cliffhanger! Ya'll hate me, don't ya? Well, i have no clue where this story is going or how long it will be. Im along for the ride just as much as you are.