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[threeolives]

It's late at night and they're fucking in the lab again. Rhodes knows it's a bad idea. It's been a bad idea ever since Tony first introduced it into their once professional relationship and it doesn't make it any better that it keeps happening, whenever Rhodes feels like he's going insane without it or Tony just wants it.

Rhodes needs Tony to build weapons and stay under control and protect the free world, but what he gets is Tony on top of him, his weight pushing him down against the cold glass table, scattered chip cards digging into his back as Tony's teeth rake his neck. Rhodes' coc---

[ Thankfully Pepper can interrupt the transmition before it gets too much more graphic. ]

What--? How did that even-- That is private!

[ Then, when she realizes it's still recording, ] …And I did not write that!

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[studmuffin]

[ Oh Pepper, one day you'll regret that. ]

Huh, yeah, you never know.

[threeolives]

[ How little she knows. ]

Do you have a name, kid?

[studmuffin]

Stiles. [ He can't introduce himself properly due to horrifying first name, sorry Pepper. ]

[threeolives]

Nice to meet you, Stiles. [ Guess it's not the weirdest name she's heard. ] Where are you from?

[studmuffin]

Beacon Hills. It's in America.

[threeolives]

I had guessed as much, given your accent and knowing who I am. Though I suppose around here that isn't exactly a guarantee. You could have been from some alternate universe. Or Canada.

[studmuffin]

I'm not a fan of moose to be honest. It would totally get awkward in Canada.

[threeolives]

Then I guess it's a good thing you're not from Canada. Not sure yet if there are any moose in the City.

[studmuffin]

They'll probably just appear because it's my luck.