Marvel One-shots

Innuendo

  This is a relatively immediate post civil war fic; just to clear up any confusion.

  “Stand down,” he snapped, arms poised in front of him with repulsors gearing up to fire. 
   
Instead, Tony Stark was met with silence as the teen lunged, her arms swinging forward in a deadly arc, releasing the knife from between her fingers. In less than a second it barrelled across the room and struck Tony’s shoulder, not piercing through the Iron Man armour, but close enough to shock the billionaire. 

    To think that the equivalent of a butter knife could actually get through his suit. 

    Ripping the weapon out, Tony scowled as he tossed it to the floor carelessly. This chick was getting annoying. 

    Charging to fire another repulsor, the genius hesitated when she pounced at his defenseless intern, wrapping an arm around his neck. Her other hand pressed a knife against his throat hard enough to draw blood. 

    Stark winced at the sight of Peter Parker’s blood. 

    “Don’t think about it, Stark.” The teen hissed, her youthful features twisting into a scowl. 

    “Please, Eve-”

    “Shut it, Parker.” Eve commanded, her arm tightening its hold. The effect was instant as Peter’s mouth snapped shut and his eyes glazed over.

    “That’s better,” She purred in Peter’s ear seductively before looking back to Tony. “Drop them, Stark.”

    Slowly, Tony lowered his hands but kept them high enough to give himself the opportunity to fire if need be. 

    “Don’t hurt him.” Tony finally stated, not allowing the fear that had crawled up his throat to come out. 

    “I’ll decide what happens to Peter.” Eve seethed, her nostrils flaring. 

    The girl took a deep breath, before fixing her piercing green eyes on the billionaire. “Now, You are going to do what I say, or Peter will find himself acquainted with my blade. Do I make myself clear, Stark?” 

    Tony pursed his lips. “Fine.”

    “Good. Now get over here and use that big brain of yours.” Eve stated sickly sweet, her knife hand pulling away from Peter for a second to gesture at the computer junction in the corner of the lab. 

    Tony slowly made his way over to the terminal and hesitated when he reached the chair. 

    “You could just take your armour off, darling.” 

    “And let you use your voodoo powers on me? Yeah, not happening.” Tony snapped, glaring daggers at the teen through his helmet. 

    Eve narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint in them. 

    Ignoring the teen, Tony stepped to the side giving himself a wide berth. 

    “FRIDAY, disengage body armor.” Tony ordered. 

    “Of course, Boss.” Came FRIDAYS soft Irish accent from his helmet. A moment later Tony’s armour disengaged and fell into a heap on the floor, a loud bang accompanying it. The billionaire was left in scruffy jeans and an old AC/DC t-shirt. 
Stark sighed at the mess of armour on the floor as he carefully stepped over the pieces to the terminal. He could easily sit now, albeit his proportions looked off with the remaining Iron Man helmet. 

“Hey, Peter, be a darling and hold this to your throat will you?” Eve remarked, her voice somehow authoritative and seductive at the same time.