"Good morning Melanie." Tony's voice appears behind me as I reach for a breakfast bar out of the top cupboard. I turn around and see him resting against the countertop admiring my backside. I raise an eyebrow at him with a smirk.
"See something you like?" I ask. He walks towards me trapping me against the counter between his arms. He leans in close.
"I see someone I like.." He smiles. I smile back and stroke his jaw with fingers. He leans in and kisses me. I lean into the kiss. Tony holds my waist and picks me up putting me onto the counter. He grips his hand on my knees and opens my thighs, putting himself between them. He presses his chest against mine, I slightly arch my back as I lean into him. I quietly moan into the kiss and he playfully bites my bottom lip.
"Get a room." I jolt in shock and lean back but Tony seems completely unfazed. Steve walks into the kitchen seeing us. I push my hands against Tony's chest slowly leaning him away from me but he pushes into me again.
"Don't worry about him, Steve hasn't got any recently and likes to watch other couples enjoy themselves. Gives him something to work with in the shower." Tony says trying to kiss me again. I chuckle and get out of his grip, hopping off the counter.
"Ha ha," Steve says unamused. Tony takes my hand and pulls me out of the room leaving Steve alone with his cereal he was able to make when Tony and I finally parted. Tony leads us both to our room.
"I thought you had work to do," I say with a smile. He suddenly picks me up and puts me over his shoulder, carrying me into our room and over to the bed, dropping me onto the matres.
"Not that is more important than this." He smiles. He gets on top of me with either hand by the side of my head. His legs straddle my waist. I bring up my hand and start to undo his shirt buttons. His shirt falls open as I prop myself onto my elbows to kiss him. I then start to undo his jeans, slipping my hand into them.
*Skippidy skip skip*
We lay in bed together with our chest rising and falling quickly. I roll over and put my head on his chest. Tony leans his head down and kisses the top of my head. "I love you." He whispers and I smile.
"I love you too." I look up at him. He moves a strand of hair out of my face and puts his thumb on my chin.
"You're so beautiful." He says softly. I roll my eyes and chuckle.
"Shut up," I say playfully. He sits up, leaning against the headboard. I follow suit but he pulls me onto his lap. I do so pulling a blanket around my body like a dress. He strokes my arm delicately. Tony admires my face but I look down. He brings his hand under my chin making me look at him.
"You're beautiful, I wish you wouldn't dodge my gaze like that." He touches my face and brings his thumb across my cheekbone, stroking the long scar that lines it. I flinch away and get off him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"It's fine. Forget it." I say walking away from the bed. He quickly jumps up and holds onto my waist pulling my back against him. We stay silent for a moment. "I hate it." I say sadly.
"With or without the scar you are perfect." He says and kisses my neck softly. I raise my hand and put my finger just underneath it, not daring to touch it. I smile weakly at his touch. I turn around and kiss him softly.
"I'm going to go train," I say and step away. He nods.
*In the training room*
I hit the punching bag with anger. Flash images of the boy cutting my face appear in my mind. I punch faster and harder. My breathing is heavy and my face is shiny with sweat. I can hear the boy talking in my head, what he said that day has echoed through my mind many times. Suddenly the fabric breaks and sand spills from the bag. I step back to look at the damage.
"You must be angry." I jump and turn to see Loki walking into the room. "You are strong for a mortal girl." He says. Is that a compliment? I look at my fists. They're bruised, I hadn't wrapped them. He glances to them. "Something got you worked up? Tony insult your ponytail?" He jokes. I raise my hand to my hair that I have tied up.
"Are you trying to say you don't like my hair?" I say dodging his first question. He chuckles.
"You know that's not what I meant. But good way to change the subject." He says with a smirk. I turn back to the punching bag and pull it off the hook dropping it to the floor.
"I was thinking about the boy who scarred my face," I say honestly. He pauses for a moment.
"The one on your cheek? I'd assumed you'd got it while fighting." He says.
"Everyone does but it'd been a boy who attacked me as a teenager," I say and crouch by the punching bag putting the sand into my hand letting it fall through my fingers. Loki doesn't respond. I glance back at him. "I worked for his family as a maid." He raises his eyebrow. "I know, not the job you'd expect me to have. But before I got into this kind of work, I was the pretty face of the household, cleaning up behind a bunch of snobs." I sit down and lean against the wall. Loki walks closer and couches in front of me, matching our head height. "He attempted to pursue me but I had no interest in him so when I turned him down... he flipped." I pull out my ponytail and push my hand through my hair. I feel anxious just thinking about it. "He said if I couldn't have him then he'd make sure no one else would ever want me. He pulled out a knife and slashed my face." My hand raises to my cheek but don't touch it. "He went to cut me again but his father walked in on us. I was fired on the spot but paid off to stay quiet."
"Well obviously not paid enough as you're telling me." Is that all he has to say about that? "But scarring your face was a terrible plan. You are clearly attractive, with or without a scar." I blink slightly shocked.
"Um, thanks," I say awkwardly.
"Did you just call my girlfriend attractive?" Loki and I both look up to the door and see Tony. Loki stands up.
"We were talking about Melanie's scar." He says and looks to me. Tony frowns.
"Hey, she doesn't like talking about..." He starts but I interrupt.
"I was the one to mention it, it's fine Tony," I say. Tony still seems irritated but doesn't push it further. He looks at me still sat on the floor then notices the broken punching bag.
"You broke it? Wow, you're almost as bad as Steve." He says with amusement. He then sees my bruised hands and his eyes widen. He stomps over and crouches by me, taking my injured hands in his. "You should wrap your hands or wear gloves. Look what you did to your self!"
"I'm going to leave you overprotective, lovers alone," Loki says and leaves without a response. Tony takes no notice of him as he lifts my hands and kisses each knuckle making me smile. I lower my hands and lean in and kiss him. We're suddenly torn apart when we hear yelling in the other room. There is a horrifying roar that shakes the walls.
"That was -"
"Hulk." Tony finishes for me. He jumps up taking my hand to help me up. There are loud crashes. "Bruce made a sedative that would actually penetrate his skin. It's new and maybe faulty but I'm going to get it from the lab. Get somewhere safe and don't try to be a hero. Stay out of his way." He says and waits for me to nod and agree. He quickly runs out of the room. The noises become louder. I hear the other Avengers, they must be trying to control Bruce. What on earth set him off? I'd thought Bruce has been good at keeping it under control.
