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PostSubject: I'm A Mother Fucking Hypocrite   Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:49 am

It took Extermis less than a minutes to whirl Tony's mind into a working, awake mode. Slamming Tony's recorded dreams into his semi-conscious mind, in which the Iron (wo)Man had to think to remove from his primary processes. Tony, obviously, didn't want to even think right now. His, well her, body was warm and comfortable. She felt a muscular arm under her head as her arm draped over a set of well, very well, toned muscles. The hand, attached to the arm currently draped over the muscled male, was still encased with a hand.

It took Tony a moment to realize what had happened. He, well she, hadn't even remembered going to sleep. She remembered denying the need for sleep but after that... nothing. She wasn't exactly sure if she liked that... but she really liked this. But, she was a she... and couldn't honestly enjoy this moment knowing why it was happening.

Unrequited affection sucked so fucking much. And Tony needed to change this, but not like this. Not like a woman, or a whire that Loki had tried to make out of her.

Well, male Tony was a man-whore. No denying that, but that was part of his image... okay now it was part of his image. It was fun and only to make the pain of his dead father's complete adoration for the very same man currently in his, her, bed just a bit more tolerable. It was still painful to know Captain America was always number one in his father's books but then again Steve must have just been a Stark curse. Were all the Starks destined to fall for the blonde super soldier?

God he hoped not, because he was seriously not fighting any future kids (how he'd have any, he had no idea) over the man in his, her, bed.

And where the hell had that come from?

Fuck, Tony, stay on track. Find Loki, demand change back, come back to enjoy this cuddling as a man.

And now he, she, was going to be a mother fucking hypocrite. Tony's eyes glanced at the hand that encase her own as her body was flush against Steve, sharing the warmth that their bodies had created in the time they spent asleep. This was a delicate situation. He, she, needed to leave before Steve woke up. After what had happened... he doubted the man would let her, him, anywhere near the Norse God of Mischief. Honestly, he really didn't want to do it either but he needed to.

For his penis! (For the need to be completely real and completely him again. Tits just weren't the same!)

And for the fact he needed to still figure out how to convince Steve that being... bisexual or any sexuality besides straight was okay. Maybe he'd go download a few documentaries or something for the SS to watch, which Extermis was now researching and finding which ones would be the most acceptable and easy one the Patriot.

Tony, focus. He reminded himself, staring back at the hand instead of the videos Extermis had decided to replace with his eyesight of the world. First, Tony tried the direct route. He tried pulling his hand from the other's grip. When that didn't work he, she, tried to use a bit more force to open it.

Fuck, the Patriot really kept a promise. Tony's mind fed him, suddenly his chest ached painfully. He wasn't having a heart attack, no that would almost be more relieving to feel than this. He suddenly felt hopeless, but when did that ever stop Tony? He could go get drunk and forget about this all later. That seemed like a fantastic idea, to be honest.

In the midst of Tony's mental rambling he had gotten his,her, hand free. With a mental cheer he, she, looked down at Steve almost tempted to try something. He, she, knew better though. It would wake the blond up in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a mother fucking hypocrite." Tony whispered out, still a bit weird-ed out to her a female voice instead of his ruggedly sexy voice, biased of course to himself. The Iron (wo)Man slowly moved out of the bed, almost regretting the decision almost as soon as he, she, made it. The warmth of that spot called out for him, her, as he, she, quickly changed her, his, clothing to something cleaner and smaller. Pants that fit, sort of the article of clothing was still a bit big, and a tee shirt that would be tight on his male frame but fit nicely on his smaller, feminine frame.

Tony silently left the room, trying to his not to wake the Soldier in his bed. He, she, hoped she'd, he'd, be back before the man woke.

God save Loki if the SS didn't find Tony in the bed the moment he woke up.
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PostSubject: Re: I'm A Mother Fucking Hypocrite   Sat Jun 02, 2012 6:43 pm

(OOC: Taking place one hour after Tony's post)

Steve had slumbered peacefully, unaware of the moments of the other when Tony had snuck away. The only signs of disturbances had been when he mumbled quietly to an unknown yet familiar voice that called out to him in a dream with an apology and the flexing of a hand that no longer held the softer one he had promised to hold.

But eventually he began to drift into consciousness. Eyes moved behind closed lids and the memories of a nice dream began to fade away. As he grew closer to awaking, he could not recall what the dream was. Other than it was very nice and it involved holding someone's hand. A hand that had been warm and large, thought not quite as big as his.

Slowly, blue eyes opened to reveal a strange room he didn't recognize. Which cause him to shoot upwards into a sitting position. His eyes darted about until he recalled that this had been Tony's new room while they were in the bizarre universe against their wills. Tony....

Eyes widened as he looked down and realized he wasn't holding Tony's hand. Tony wasn't even in the room. Where did he go?[ he thought as worry overtook him. He looked about and noticed the bathroom door was opened. Which meant he wasn't in there. There were also clothes scattered on the floor, which meant the now woman Tony Stark had changed. And left....

"Damn it Tony!" he muttered under his breath before he got out of the bed and put his boots back on. Why did the genius billionaire have to do things like this? Why did he/she always go off by his/herself even when it was dangerous? What if Loki got to him/her again? Try to finish what he started? The mere thought was enough to make the super soldier be filled with rage.

Quickly he left the room and began to hunt down for the other. The sooner he found Tony the better. Just one question... Where could he be?
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