In London, the main building for Hammer Industries stands tall. A British flag flies high over the...over-financed entrance.
Atop, the equally-overfinanced penthouses are in short supply. Some who do live here are seldom home.
In one, Gamora teleports, via the Space Stone. She appears near the bed. The maids have taken more than good care of it in the owners' absence. Gamora almost regrets to kill any maid who tries to interrupt her and little Tony.
She throws Tony, still a thousandth his normal size, onto the bed. She slips off the Infinity Gauntlets, opens the middle drawer of the bedside table, drops them in there, and shuts them in.
Tony scoffs. "Is that Mind Stone finally getting to you?"
Gamora stops, and stares at him, with narrow eyes. She flips the bird at him.
"I'm going to take a shower now. You'd BETTER be here when I get back." She points at the bedside table, in which the Infinity Gauntlets are "hidden." "You KNOW I'll find you," she adds.
With that, she strips in front of him. From far below, Tony stares. He doesn't flinch when she drops her bra atop him.
In someone else's shower, she cleans herself. Ah, how the owner must make out with women in here...and not necessarily with his wife. Honestly, Gamora would be surprised if any of Hammer Industries' officers were married. Tony sure would be; especially if it was Hammer's founder and CEO; Sir Justin, White Knight of all Weaponry Defective.
Ah, it feels good. Gamora is used to a life of space-faring. Alas, she didn't always have the Infinity Stones to do it with. Even so, she recalls all the times a spacecraft would take WAY too long to get to another solar system in the galaxy. And for that, a truck stop on an asteroid felt like paradise. So much, in fact, that sometimes Gamora would rather kill herself than go back into space. But at the end of the day...or whatever unit of time wherever she is goes by...there's no amount of comfort that can get Gamora to grow too many roots.
Hela generates obsidian spikes from herself. And she can't commit to anything other than her own ambition, the dead, Hel, and Niffelheim…
Tony thinks about leaving before she gets out... But as long as he's certain that she'll do worse to him if he tries, he reluctantly dreads what he hopes to be the lesser of two evils...
In the stall, Gamora tries to use soap. She breaks off the top of the bottle when she tries to open it. And she accidentally empties the whole bottle when she tries to squirt a dollop out. Furiously, she throws every bottle of soap that she destroys across the bathroom. Seriously; as rich as these corporate officers are, you'd think they could afford to invest in some Zen-Whoberian-proof soap bottles...
At last, she comes out. She hasn't bothered to dry off...or dress. Slowly, she approaches Tony. She'd rush towards anything else...but for tony, she reserves a special place, in her...small-yet-conditionally-expandable heart...
Like a panther with wet hair, she crawls over the bed. The ground bends below and away from Tony, towards her. It bends even more where her hands and knees come down. She nearly squashes him once.
Far above, her boobs hang, and drip. Tony's being rained on. And the raindrops are as big as asteroids to him. Her entire body is green.
"You were SO good to me on Svartalfheim," she tells him, "when nobody else was. You inspired me. You comforted me. While my sober self would've refused you...I owe you a debt." She raises her head, a bit. "And THIS is how I'm going to pay it..."
Between her fingers, she holds Tony upside down. She drops him. On cue, she slaps her upper legs together, and traps him in there. As Tony struggles to stay sober, Gamora lies on her side, keeps her thighs together, and raises and lowers them many times.
Tony won't stay sober. The Most Dangerous Woman in the Galaxy's making him feel happier than he's ever been...with any girl his size back in Malibu.
He doesn't remember Benazir. Benazir never happened...
Next, Tony ascends her boobs. With each one, he takes his time getting to their tops. Then, he ascends her nipples. He rubs his feet on them.
Gamora relaxes. She loves what little Tony's doing to her...
Next, Tony explores her back. For this, Gamora lies on her chest. Now she REALLY looks like a panther. Her hair's just about dry now...
To Tony, her back is like a vast green plain. And it's terraformed to his liking; MORE so, if he dares admit...even if it is green...
Next, he works out atop her toenail. He's so small, he could play tennis on it. Gamora sits high, on the edge of the bed, and admires him. She's surprised she can see him from up here, as small as he is.
"You're good at this," she tells him. "Are you sure you're trying to tell me that you've often time to do this AND build exosuits?"
Tony shrugs. "It's a work in progress." He wipes his brow. "As much as I love this, shouldn't we be saving the world about now?"
She giggles. "The world can wait. I can't. And you WILL pay your debt to me, if I have to kill you every five minutes. I possess the Time Stone. You know I can."
"Of course. Just...forgive me if I can't do enough."
"Oh, don't worry, little Tony," she flaps her long raven hair. "You can do WAY more than my normal-sized ex, Quill, can."
Tony scoffs. "You have an ex named Quill?!"
"HEY," Gamora shouts. "There's no such thing as a perfect dating resume!"
