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Iron Man: The Soap Opera
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nicpic)gave me bunnies about sex robots. And... it was going to be sort of funny, but the sentient armour decided he was not going to be funny. So instead e's just jealous and scary. Snarky!film!Tony muse and abused!Tony muse didn't really get along well either...
BTW, and FYI, I will be posting more episodes of this, and more pages of the Sentience comic eventually.
Rating: PG-13 for flirting and insinuation.
Episode One:
Word Count:2037
Author's Notes: I know a program probably wouldn't be necessary for a recharge, but it's a plot device, and this is soap opera land, so it doesn't need to make sense. Shh.
Tony swore under his breath as he heard the roar of the Armour’s boot-jets overhead. He was back early, and he wasn’t ready yet. He grabbed a can of motor oil from the fridge and popped it open, slamming it down on the table-top a little too violently. Some of it slopped out, and he swore again, wiping it up with the cloth from his pocket. Dammit. If Pepper hadn’t called earlier, he would have had time to get things cleared up before his rather over-protective boyfriend got home from playing the hero. Not abusive, no matter what Pepper said. The Armour did love him. He was just prone to getting a little... jealous.
The Armour dropped down though the hole in the ceiling to land a little haphazardly on the lab floor. He looked in a foul mood. And no wonder – he was streaked with black burn marks – obviously a rough day at work. He stomped over and grabbed the oil can, gulping down half of it and tossing the rest over his head. Tony winced. Yeah. Bad mood. Last thing he needed. He keyed in the last few commands to set up the recharge program on the lone computer. He’d had to get rid of a lot of his shiny tech toys when the Armour had set up shop here permanently; his boyfriend didn’t like them. That had hurt. But... he supposed it was worth it. Wasn’t it?
“You’re... running late Tony.” The Armour said. His voice was almost flat, mechanical... but there was enough menace in it to make Tony wince.
“Pepper came over...” he said.
The Armour growled, coming over to loom above him, ignoring the ever-so-slight shrinking away. He reached out to run heavy, metallic fingers through Tony’s hair. “She a slut... Tony, you know that. She... wants you.” His voice dropped, a silky robotic whisper. “I’m not blind. I see it... when she looks at you. Why do you... think she never comes round... when I’m here?”
Tony didn’t say the obvious answer, tried not to think it even. He sometimes thought the Armour might have learned how to read his mind. Thinking the wrong thing could be dangerous.
The Armour’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Next time... don’t let her in... alright Tony.”
He nodded. The fingers released their grip, going back to stroking.
“Good boy... Tony.” His boyfriend finally let go of him, taking a step back and holding out his arm. “So... how about that... recharge.”
Tony grabbed the jack from the table and carefully slotted it into the socket. He knew it wasn’t actually possible for the Armour to have expressions, but sometimes that helmet seemed to be able to pull it off. The Armour practically purred as the electricity flowed into him. He didn’t really need it; his arc reactor had more than enough power, but apparently it was something like alcohol for a human. Hell, Tony could sympathise with that. He was drinking more this days. It helped... dull the pain some days.
After a while the Armour pulled the jack out, the glow in his eyes slightly dulled. “I... need to tell you something... Tony,” he said, dropping the cable back on the table and sitting down a little heavily. “The Avengers... went to Tokyo again today... and I met a... relative of mine.”
“Huh?” What exactly did he mean by that? He had built the Armour, he couldn’t have any relatives. “How does that work?”
The Armour shrugged. “An inter-dimensional tear... we thought it had closed. He is... me, from a different... dimension. My... brother-in-law. He would like to... meet you.”
“That’s pretty cool.” He wished the Armour would still let him be Iron Man. He had enjoyed flying the suit, being a hero, getting to see cool stuff like inter-dimensional tears. But it was too dangerous, apparently, and his boyfriend would never let anything happen to him.
“He should arrive... soon.” The Armour leaned back in his chair. He didn’t sound too happy.
“So... he was made by another version of me?” Tony asked.
“Yes.”
“And... is he the other me’s... lover, for want of a better word.”
“In a manner... of speaking,” the Armour growled, sounding almost sarcastic. “Oh... that’ll be him now.”
Tony looked upward instinctively, and heard the low rumble of jets coming closer. The sound dropped in tone a couple of octaves as the suit approached and lowered its speed. A dark black and red shape dropped through the hole in the ceiling. Tony blinked. “Wow. Slinky.” The Armour thwapped him round the back of the head, making him see stars.
“Remember you belong... to me,” he warned, his voice dark.
“Yeah but... the other me has good taste.” The Armour glared at him. “Sorry,” he muttered.
The other Armour strode confidently towards them, half swagger and half feline sashay, which shouldn’t really work... but it did. Oh maaaan but it did. No wonder his boyfriend hated him. Striking black and red colouring, a far more expressive face, an elegant, curved shape... oh God. He was a sex-bot. That... actually that sounded a lot like himself. The sex-bot stopped in front of him, hand on him and gave him a very thorough once over. The soft glow in his eyes was a soft dark red.
“Well hello,” he purred, one eye flickering in what was probably meant to be a wink. His voice was warm and chocolaty and very, very sexy. Tony was surprised his Armour hadn’t killed him yet. “You must be my brother’s Tony.”
“Um. Yeah.” His brain had definitely short-circuited. Wow. Why hadn’t he built his own armour more like this?
“Call me Andre.” He sat down, although it looked more like he was fluidly pouring himself into the chair. “Nice place you have here.”
“Yeah well... I like it.”
“How about... you get him a drink... Tony,” his boyfriend growled, glaring at Andre, and snapping Tony out of it.
“Okay, sure, motor oil fine with you?” He grabbed a couple of cans from the fridge, still not sure exactly why the other suit was here. Normally his Armour wouldn’t let anyone who might be remotely interested in him anywhere near the building, let alone invite them in and socialise with them.
“No...” his boyfriend said, glancing over at him. “Get the jack.”
Tony went back to the computer and opened the recharge program again. The code would need changing to compensate for Andre’s systems. He scanned the lines of code quickly, changing it where it was necessary. It should work. It was a far more general program of course, and it wouldn’t be as efficient, but it wouldn’t fritz up the other Armour’s systems either. His boyfriend toyed with the cable while he waited, keeping his eyes on Andre.
“Okay,” Tony said, hitting enter. “Um... if you want anything else...?”
“I’ll be sure... to ask,” his Armour replied. He held the jack out to Andre. The other bot plugged himself in a little warily. His eyes flared in pleasure.
“Good stuff,” he purred. “I have to hand it to you. It certainly beats most of the output at home.”
Tony wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself. He would have been perfectly happy to sit down and have a conversation with Andre, even if he would have had to work hard to keep his mind off sex, but he got the feeling his boyfriend wouldn’t be too pleased about that. So he just leant back against his worktop, fiddling with a variable setting micro-welder, wondering what the point of all this was.
“Why... did you come here... really?” his Armour asked, twirling the cord of the jack with his finger in a way that could have been flirting or threatening. Sometimes it was hard to tell.
“Don’t you believe me when I tell you I just wanted to meet your Tony?” Andre said smoothly, pulling the cord away from him.
“No.” The Armour glared at him hostilely.
“Well that’s a pity.” He smiled. Tony was pretty sure he knew why his other self had given him an actual mouth. And it was a very attractive mouth.
“Don’t even... think about it,” the Armour warned the sex-bot. “You have... your own Tony. He belongs... to me.”
“I never said anything about taking him away from you.”
The Armour didn’t reply, only glowering at him. Tony felt a lot like a third wheel.
Andre shrugged, pulling out the jack and handing it to the Armour. “I just wanted to see what he was like, compared to my Tony.” He looked over at him with a sultry smile. “He’s a little quieter, certainly.”
“That’s because he... knows better than to... encourage you,” the Armour said, still radiating possessiveness, but plugging in the jack anyway.
“Oh?” Andre looked sceptical. “I would say that my Tony and I have a much healthier relationship...”
He was prevented from finishing by the Amour’s hand wrapped around his throat. The Armour growled.
“I think you have some impulse control issues,” Andre said, managing to pry the Armour’s fingers loose.
“Why did... I let you come here,” the Armour muttered to himself, sitting back down.
“Because I’m family.”
“That only... excuses so much.”
“That’s okay. I guess I’ve got most of what I came for anyway. I’ve seen your home, met your Tony, recharged with your electricity...” He smirked in a faintly provocative way. “Still, I don’t suppose there’s any chance of...”
“No.” The Armour’s fingers curled into fists. “You don’t touch Tony.”
“Sure. But you’re sure that there’s nothing... ah, I can do for you?” He quirked an eyebrow, reaching out to run one of his fingers along the Armour’s arm.
“No.” The Armour slapped his hand away.
“Pity,” Andre sighed. “I’m an ace in bed. Programming, you know. I’ve got the entire Kama Sutra in my files, if you're interested.”
“I wouldn’t cheat... on Tony,” the Armour growled, his voice dropping. “And he... wouldn’t cheat... on me.”
“Alright. I know when I’ve outstayed my welcome.” Andre rose gracefully, fluid as oil. “I had better be getting back to my own Tony. A long night of fucking to do, you know.” He turned to leave, glancing down at the Armour’s arm as he did so. “Better lay off the jack, huh bro.”
Another seductive smirk, and he was gone, boot-jets clanging on the concrete floor before they fired up, sending him off through the gap in the ceiling. The Armour pulled out the jack, looking like murder.
“I really... do not like him.”
“Yeah. I guessed that,” Tony replied, tossing the micro welder back on the table. He had already thought of nearly a hundred new projects he could start using it and the other junk scattered over the tabletop.
The Armour got up a little unsteadily, the glow in his eyes fritzing slightly in a way Tony knew meant he was the machine equivalent of drunk. That was... very not good. He came over, putting his hands down on the table either side of Tony a bit haphazardly. He leaned in so that his face was only inches from Tony’s. “Your eyes were... wandering.”
“No they weren’t!” Tony said defensively. It wasn’t true, but it didn’t count. Anyone would have been distracted by Andre.
“I’m not... blind,” his boyfriend snarled. “And he... wanted you, Tony. But he wouldn’t... have loved you. Not like.... I love you.” He reached up to gently caress Tony’s cheek. “You shouldn’t... lust after people... like that. I don’t want... to have to teach... you another lesson.” His thumb swept lightly over his lips. “Okay... Tony.”
He nodded mutely.
“You promise... not to do it again?”
“Yes. Of course. But I wasn’t...”
The Armour’s eyes flashed. “You were. And... I am not sure... I trust you.”
Tony’s eyes widened. “No! I promise! I’ll be good.”
The Armour backhanded him. “No you... won’t. I always... need to remind you. Why do you... make me do this... Tony?” He sounded almost plaintive as he grabbed him round the throat, bending his head back. Tony struggled for breath.
“You don’t... need to do this!” he gasped out.
The Armour shook his head mournfully. “Oh but... I do Tony. I do.”
nicpic)gave me bunnies about sex robots. And... it was going to be sort of funny, but the sentient armour decided he was not going to be funny. So instead e's just jealous and scary. Snarky!film!Tony muse and abused!Tony muse didn't really get along well either...BTW, and FYI, I will be posting more episodes of this, and more pages of the Sentience comic eventually.
Rating: PG-13 for flirting and insinuation.
Episode One:
Word Count:2037
Author's Notes: I know a program probably wouldn't be necessary for a recharge, but it's a plot device, and this is soap opera land, so it doesn't need to make sense. Shh.
Tony swore under his breath as he heard the roar of the Armour’s boot-jets overhead. He was back early, and he wasn’t ready yet. He grabbed a can of motor oil from the fridge and popped it open, slamming it down on the table-top a little too violently. Some of it slopped out, and he swore again, wiping it up with the cloth from his pocket. Dammit. If Pepper hadn’t called earlier, he would have had time to get things cleared up before his rather over-protective boyfriend got home from playing the hero. Not abusive, no matter what Pepper said. The Armour did love him. He was just prone to getting a little... jealous.
The Armour dropped down though the hole in the ceiling to land a little haphazardly on the lab floor. He looked in a foul mood. And no wonder – he was streaked with black burn marks – obviously a rough day at work. He stomped over and grabbed the oil can, gulping down half of it and tossing the rest over his head. Tony winced. Yeah. Bad mood. Last thing he needed. He keyed in the last few commands to set up the recharge program on the lone computer. He’d had to get rid of a lot of his shiny tech toys when the Armour had set up shop here permanently; his boyfriend didn’t like them. That had hurt. But... he supposed it was worth it. Wasn’t it?
“You’re... running late Tony.” The Armour said. His voice was almost flat, mechanical... but there was enough menace in it to make Tony wince.
“Pepper came over...” he said.
The Armour growled, coming over to loom above him, ignoring the ever-so-slight shrinking away. He reached out to run heavy, metallic fingers through Tony’s hair. “She a slut... Tony, you know that. She... wants you.” His voice dropped, a silky robotic whisper. “I’m not blind. I see it... when she looks at you. Why do you... think she never comes round... when I’m here?”
Tony didn’t say the obvious answer, tried not to think it even. He sometimes thought the Armour might have learned how to read his mind. Thinking the wrong thing could be dangerous.
The Armour’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Next time... don’t let her in... alright Tony.”
He nodded. The fingers released their grip, going back to stroking.
“Good boy... Tony.” His boyfriend finally let go of him, taking a step back and holding out his arm. “So... how about that... recharge.”
Tony grabbed the jack from the table and carefully slotted it into the socket. He knew it wasn’t actually possible for the Armour to have expressions, but sometimes that helmet seemed to be able to pull it off. The Armour practically purred as the electricity flowed into him. He didn’t really need it; his arc reactor had more than enough power, but apparently it was something like alcohol for a human. Hell, Tony could sympathise with that. He was drinking more this days. It helped... dull the pain some days.
After a while the Armour pulled the jack out, the glow in his eyes slightly dulled. “I... need to tell you something... Tony,” he said, dropping the cable back on the table and sitting down a little heavily. “The Avengers... went to Tokyo again today... and I met a... relative of mine.”
“Huh?” What exactly did he mean by that? He had built the Armour, he couldn’t have any relatives. “How does that work?”
The Armour shrugged. “An inter-dimensional tear... we thought it had closed. He is... me, from a different... dimension. My... brother-in-law. He would like to... meet you.”
“That’s pretty cool.” He wished the Armour would still let him be Iron Man. He had enjoyed flying the suit, being a hero, getting to see cool stuff like inter-dimensional tears. But it was too dangerous, apparently, and his boyfriend would never let anything happen to him.
“He should arrive... soon.” The Armour leaned back in his chair. He didn’t sound too happy.
“So... he was made by another version of me?” Tony asked.
“Yes.”
“And... is he the other me’s... lover, for want of a better word.”
“In a manner... of speaking,” the Armour growled, sounding almost sarcastic. “Oh... that’ll be him now.”
Tony looked upward instinctively, and heard the low rumble of jets coming closer. The sound dropped in tone a couple of octaves as the suit approached and lowered its speed. A dark black and red shape dropped through the hole in the ceiling. Tony blinked. “Wow. Slinky.” The Armour thwapped him round the back of the head, making him see stars.
“Remember you belong... to me,” he warned, his voice dark.
“Yeah but... the other me has good taste.” The Armour glared at him. “Sorry,” he muttered.
The other Armour strode confidently towards them, half swagger and half feline sashay, which shouldn’t really work... but it did. Oh maaaan but it did. No wonder his boyfriend hated him. Striking black and red colouring, a far more expressive face, an elegant, curved shape... oh God. He was a sex-bot. That... actually that sounded a lot like himself. The sex-bot stopped in front of him, hand on him and gave him a very thorough once over. The soft glow in his eyes was a soft dark red.
“Well hello,” he purred, one eye flickering in what was probably meant to be a wink. His voice was warm and chocolaty and very, very sexy. Tony was surprised his Armour hadn’t killed him yet. “You must be my brother’s Tony.”
“Um. Yeah.” His brain had definitely short-circuited. Wow. Why hadn’t he built his own armour more like this?
“Call me Andre.” He sat down, although it looked more like he was fluidly pouring himself into the chair. “Nice place you have here.”
“Yeah well... I like it.”
“How about... you get him a drink... Tony,” his boyfriend growled, glaring at Andre, and snapping Tony out of it.
“Okay, sure, motor oil fine with you?” He grabbed a couple of cans from the fridge, still not sure exactly why the other suit was here. Normally his Armour wouldn’t let anyone who might be remotely interested in him anywhere near the building, let alone invite them in and socialise with them.
“No...” his boyfriend said, glancing over at him. “Get the jack.”
Tony went back to the computer and opened the recharge program again. The code would need changing to compensate for Andre’s systems. He scanned the lines of code quickly, changing it where it was necessary. It should work. It was a far more general program of course, and it wouldn’t be as efficient, but it wouldn’t fritz up the other Armour’s systems either. His boyfriend toyed with the cable while he waited, keeping his eyes on Andre.
“Okay,” Tony said, hitting enter. “Um... if you want anything else...?”
“I’ll be sure... to ask,” his Armour replied. He held the jack out to Andre. The other bot plugged himself in a little warily. His eyes flared in pleasure.
“Good stuff,” he purred. “I have to hand it to you. It certainly beats most of the output at home.”
Tony wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself. He would have been perfectly happy to sit down and have a conversation with Andre, even if he would have had to work hard to keep his mind off sex, but he got the feeling his boyfriend wouldn’t be too pleased about that. So he just leant back against his worktop, fiddling with a variable setting micro-welder, wondering what the point of all this was.
“Why... did you come here... really?” his Armour asked, twirling the cord of the jack with his finger in a way that could have been flirting or threatening. Sometimes it was hard to tell.
“Don’t you believe me when I tell you I just wanted to meet your Tony?” Andre said smoothly, pulling the cord away from him.
“No.” The Armour glared at him hostilely.
“Well that’s a pity.” He smiled. Tony was pretty sure he knew why his other self had given him an actual mouth. And it was a very attractive mouth.
“Don’t even... think about it,” the Armour warned the sex-bot. “You have... your own Tony. He belongs... to me.”
“I never said anything about taking him away from you.”
The Armour didn’t reply, only glowering at him. Tony felt a lot like a third wheel.
Andre shrugged, pulling out the jack and handing it to the Armour. “I just wanted to see what he was like, compared to my Tony.” He looked over at him with a sultry smile. “He’s a little quieter, certainly.”
“That’s because he... knows better than to... encourage you,” the Armour said, still radiating possessiveness, but plugging in the jack anyway.
“Oh?” Andre looked sceptical. “I would say that my Tony and I have a much healthier relationship...”
He was prevented from finishing by the Amour’s hand wrapped around his throat. The Armour growled.
“I think you have some impulse control issues,” Andre said, managing to pry the Armour’s fingers loose.
“Why did... I let you come here,” the Armour muttered to himself, sitting back down.
“Because I’m family.”
“That only... excuses so much.”
“That’s okay. I guess I’ve got most of what I came for anyway. I’ve seen your home, met your Tony, recharged with your electricity...” He smirked in a faintly provocative way. “Still, I don’t suppose there’s any chance of...”
“No.” The Armour’s fingers curled into fists. “You don’t touch Tony.”
“Sure. But you’re sure that there’s nothing... ah, I can do for you?” He quirked an eyebrow, reaching out to run one of his fingers along the Armour’s arm.
“No.” The Armour slapped his hand away.
“Pity,” Andre sighed. “I’m an ace in bed. Programming, you know. I’ve got the entire Kama Sutra in my files, if you're interested.”
“I wouldn’t cheat... on Tony,” the Armour growled, his voice dropping. “And he... wouldn’t cheat... on me.”
“Alright. I know when I’ve outstayed my welcome.” Andre rose gracefully, fluid as oil. “I had better be getting back to my own Tony. A long night of fucking to do, you know.” He turned to leave, glancing down at the Armour’s arm as he did so. “Better lay off the jack, huh bro.”
Another seductive smirk, and he was gone, boot-jets clanging on the concrete floor before they fired up, sending him off through the gap in the ceiling. The Armour pulled out the jack, looking like murder.
“I really... do not like him.”
“Yeah. I guessed that,” Tony replied, tossing the micro welder back on the table. He had already thought of nearly a hundred new projects he could start using it and the other junk scattered over the tabletop.
The Armour got up a little unsteadily, the glow in his eyes fritzing slightly in a way Tony knew meant he was the machine equivalent of drunk. That was... very not good. He came over, putting his hands down on the table either side of Tony a bit haphazardly. He leaned in so that his face was only inches from Tony’s. “Your eyes were... wandering.”
“No they weren’t!” Tony said defensively. It wasn’t true, but it didn’t count. Anyone would have been distracted by Andre.
“I’m not... blind,” his boyfriend snarled. “And he... wanted you, Tony. But he wouldn’t... have loved you. Not like.... I love you.” He reached up to gently caress Tony’s cheek. “You shouldn’t... lust after people... like that. I don’t want... to have to teach... you another lesson.” His thumb swept lightly over his lips. “Okay... Tony.”
He nodded mutely.
“You promise... not to do it again?”
“Yes. Of course. But I wasn’t...”
The Armour’s eyes flashed. “You were. And... I am not sure... I trust you.”
Tony’s eyes widened. “No! I promise! I’ll be good.”
The Armour backhanded him. “No you... won’t. I always... need to remind you. Why do you... make me do this... Tony?” He sounded almost plaintive as he grabbed him round the throat, bending his head back. Tony struggled for breath.
“You don’t... need to do this!” he gasped out.
The Armour shook his head mournfully. “Oh but... I do Tony. I do.”
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That was amazing! I can't wait for more. The angst is killing me! ^_^
Your portrayal of possesive/abusive armor is to die for. "Come on Tony. Be assertive!"
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I have plans for at least another two episodes. Pepper and Rhodey will be in Ep Two, and Steve should be in Ep Three.
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Uh Oh, I sense trouble brewing. ^_^ *crosses fingers for happy ending*
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Episode Three, Tony meets Steve when Steve saves him from... some kind of accident, idk... and the armour gets there late, and sees someone else has rescued Tony. Jealousy!!!
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Tony would have a hard time explaining his bf to the social worker. >_<
I can't wait! Especially for when Steve gets there. ^_^
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I knew that it would be good, but this is -gah! too good for words!
oh my god...wow
Sentient Armor - my fav arc, part of my OTP and
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Do the other Avengers know that the "Iron Man" they're working with is actually the Armor? Or is that going to be episode three ^_^?
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This might be the best thing ever. Or the worst. Or some strange mixture of the two. Poor Tony! You're being abused, sweetheart!
I loved Andre. I loved the Armour.
I really, really loved the Armour
even if he's an abusive bastard ahhhhhhhhh noes evil.Sorry, I don't seem to be recovering from that puddle of goo.
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They still don't know Iron Man's 'secret identity', so they think there's a real guy in there. They don't know he's just the Armour.
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Poor Tony, he's in so much denial.
I really, really loved the Armour
even if he's an abusive bastard ahhhhhhhhh noes evilWe all love him, despite teh evils.
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:D :D
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but it was that good!
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nice job ^___^;;