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The Forge	By : IndigoMiko Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Iron Man (all) > Iron Man (all) Views: 1688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man, X-Men, Avengers, or any other Marvel verse property. I also don't make any money from writing this. All I do is wile away my free time kicking things around inside my head. It's a mess up there.

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Disclaimer: Don’t own Iron Man also don’t own Julie Fowlis. No profit made from writing this. Blah, blah, blah, don’t use the pear.
Chapter 16: Swings and Roundabouts
“I tried to speak to you everyday, but each word we spoke the wind blew away.” Into the Open Air Julie Fowlis
“Good morning.” JARVIS called.
Forge jerked awake. The room slowly lit up.
“It’s seven am. The weather in Malibu is seventy nine degrees with morning fog. Surf conditions…”
“JARVIS mute,” a rough voice commanded from behind her.
She moved to roll over but a heavy tan arm slung itself around her waist. Oh right, Forge thought. She’d had sex with Tony last night.
A warm body slid up closer behind her and she could feel prickly facial hair on her shoulder before Tony kissed along the column of her neck. Also maybe possibly this morning?
His hand flattened against her stomach and slowly slid down. The kissing on her neck became more sucking. When the hand reached between her legs and pushed she let out a huff of air. Okay, yes. Definitely this morning.
Fingers circled over her clit steadily and she felt him hard against her ass. Forge moaned. She couldn’t stop her back from arching and Tony let out a deep chuckle. That steady circling gained a bit more speed and her eyes scrunched closed.
When he nibbled along the top of her shoulder he hit a spot that made her hips jerk. She could feel his lips turn up in a smile before he concentrated his efforts there. His other hand came around and clever fingers pinched and rolled the nipple on her left breast.
She couldn’t get her hand over her hip or between her legs to grab him so ended up cupping the back of the hand that was working between her thighs. She felt his wrist shift and then two fingers were sliding into her. Forge moaned again and Tony pressed himself tighter against her.
“Tony,” she called tipping her head back. He hummed deep in his chest and his fingers curled in her. A cry escaped her and the fingers picked up speed. Cool air brushed across her nipples and her hips worked involuntarily. She could feel his breath quicken across the side of her neck. A bit of testing in rhythm and speed was required before the sides of her feet twitched and her muscles locked in orgasm.
A satisfied sound came from behind her before both hands were gone and a chill raced down her back. There was a rustle sound and a bit of shuffling. Then he was back and lifting her top leg over his hip. He put his hand back between her legs and then sunk into her with one steady thrust. She let out a breathy moan.
“Fuck,” Tony whispered into her hair. He groaned and started thrusting.
Forge dug her fingers into the muscle of his forearm and braced her other hand on the bed to give leverage. Her hips worked back against him and his thrusts turned hard and short.
He grunted and wrapped his left arm around her waist, burying his face into her shoulder as he moved. Forge added a bit of a circle to her hips and he swore. The fingers plucking her clit became more insistent.
She clenched down on him and he gave a stuttered groan. His thrusts turned almost jarring and he titled his hips that little bit to hit that spot inside her. Forge cried out and slammed her hips back against him.
“Fuck. Yes,” he was grunting a bit with each thrust, snapping his hips hard against her backside.
Forge felt that tight hot feeling start low in her pelvis again. “Tony, please,” she whined.
The man craned his neck and sunk his teeth gently into that spot on her neck and Forge’s muscles locked. She tossed her head a bit against the pillow and knew she was still making noise but her focus was on the clench and release of her pussy. It seemed like it went on forever and she called out desperately when it was still going on after about fifteen seconds.
Behind her Tony let out a loud cry and jerked in her a few times. She could feel him swell and pulse. Forge let out a breathless mewl before going boneless.
Tony moaned and kept his hand cupped over her, breathing against her shoulder as his other muscles slowly went lax. She felt a kiss pressed to her shoulder blade before he removed his hand and shifted his hips out from between her legs.
Forge let her leg drop back to the bed and then carefully stretched her body out. When she rolled over Tony was propped up on one arm. He leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Hurray for morning sex,” she quipped huskily.
Tony chuckled deep in his chest. “Shower?”
Forge flopped a hand across her forehead. “I don’t know if I can stand.”
The grin that broke across his face was shit eating.
“I’m just making this worse aren’t I?” She asked.
Tony nodded his head.
“Ugh,” she covered her eyes. “Shower.”
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As Four had dubbed it Saturday was Happy time. She had gone with him to the gym and greeted his bodyguard but then asked him a weird series of questions. Chief amongst them was if there was some place outside she could set up, at least twenty yards away from anything breakable. Tony had suggested the helipad.
When he’d answered whether he had targets, ballistic glass, and ball bearings his patience had ended and he’d demanded to know what she was up to. Four had promised once she was set up she would show him. Then she had kissed him and left him to his work out.
When he’d turned back to look at his body guard Happy had been grinning.
“What?” Tony asked, tying on his gloves.
“She’s a special woman,” Happy had answered diplomatically.
Tony bounced on his toes a bit and tapped his gloves together. “Yeah,” he agreed.
Two hours later she popped her head back into the gym. Happy was spotting him on the leg press.
“How much longer is your workout?”
Tony let the sled down and sat up. “I could be done now.”
“I’m set up for a little bit of target practice outside.” He took note of the mischievous look in her eye.
“I’m guessing this is non traditional target practice,” he quipped.
She smirked a bit. “Hitting targets with fast moving projectiles. Seems traditional to me,” she teased.
“I’ve got to see this,” he decided.
“Yes, you do.” He noticed she was wearing tennis shoes and already had a light sheen of sweat on her. He wondered what all she had been doing. “You up for a field trip Happy?”
“Of course, Forge.”
Tony turned to look at his bodyguard as they left the gym. “Why do you call her that?”
“She said it was the name she preferred.” Happy answered easily.
“When was this?” Tony called ahead of him. “Hey Four, Happy is calling you names.”
She half turned to glance back at him. “Happy is calling me the right name.” They made their way out into the driveway. “Don’t pout, you got it half right.”
He could hear Happy snickering behind him.
“Half right? Who gave you this name?” He demanded playfully. His joking died off as the came across the helipad.
The helipad now had targets pinned to stands at different heights and distances. A cage of ballistic glass was set up down below in the driveway.
“You’ve been busy,” he commented.
“Someday, I will tell you about my Uncle Wall,” she said, “And why he thought it was fitting to call me Forge.”
Four hustled them behind the ballistic glass and then explained she was going to be using her powers to shoot ball bearings at multiple targets at the same time. “I want to improve my speed and fidelity of control,” she explained. “This is dangerous, so stay where I put you, please.” She requested. She tossed a camera into his hand. “If you would?”
Tony nodded, flipped the camera on, and settled in to watch.
Four walked to the center of the helipad and stood near a bucket. “Okay. Speed and fidelity test. Thirty, three quarter inch ball bearings, simultaneous multiple targets. In five, four…”
When Four said, “Go,” there was a whizzing sound combined with paper ripping and a few pings. Tony couldn’t even make out the projectiles moving. It was over in a second, like a bomb.
“Whoa,” he exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Happy agreed. “Glad they’re paper this time,” he whispered.
Tony suddenly had a much more accurate picture of part of what went down in the river bed. No wonder Romanoff said the group sent those operatives to die. The reaffirmation that Four was a deadly force actually made Tony feel better.
“Okay. We’re green now. You can come out and help me count and tag the shots.” Four walked to the nearest target and started to examine it.
Tony shook his head. “My landscaper is going to hate you. There are ball bearings all over my yard.”
She turned to him with that cheeky grin on her face. “Ah,” she sighed, “But I can do this.” Four paused for a moment and her brow furrowed a bit. From around the helipad ball bearings lifted themselves out of the grass and drifted lazily toward her. She bent down and picked up the bucket, then counting each one, had them drop into the container.
“Handy,” Tony quipped.
In the end she had gotten eleven kills shots, wounded seventeen, and missed two. They left the stands, but Tony was already making plans to order target silhouettes. He and Happy helped her set up the shooting drill twice more. She improved her accuracy by twenty percent.
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Later that evening after he enticed her back to his bed he asked, “Those tests you did today, what are you doing them for?”
She propped herself up above him. “You know why I’m doing them.”
Tony sucked on his cheek a bit. He did. He wasn’t sure he liked it. She must have read something about that on his face because she sat up and scooted a bit to look at him easier. It was a bit distracting because she was topless.
“You said I was Layla,” she reminded. Yeah, he had. “This is the part where girl with powers finally gets it together and uses awesome powers to kick ass.”
He rolled his jaw a bit and reached out to touch a small circular scar on her side. “You don’t have to,” he offered.
She smiled a bit. “Yes, I do.”
Sitting there with his sheets pooled around her waist, Tony thought she was beautiful. I could fall for this woman, he thought. Maybe he already had. “You don’t,” he argued.
“Tony,” she reached out and ran a hand through his hair. “My entire life I’ve been able to do something that has mostly scared people. Someone is always going to find me and want what I can do. Whether to lock it up or to use it.” He watched her lips purse. “There’s even talk the government is considering making all mutants register, like Jews in World War two.”
He sat up next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her into his shoulder. The idea of people coming after her forever, of her name and power being on a government list, made something inside him snarl in protest. Tony made a mental note to find whatever law maker was behind that idea and squash him.
“One thing I’ve finally accepted, is that running and hiding is not the answer.” She shook her head. “I have to be able to defend myself.”
Instead of protest that he could defend her, that he was doing so now, he kissed her. They could have that argument never as far as he was concerned. Tony set about distracting them both in the most pleasant fashion he could imagine. They could spend the morning sleeping in.
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When Four walked down to the lab late Sunday morning it was to find out that JARVIS had narrowed the possible manufactures down to three.
“What now?” she asked.
“Now I start checking them out in person.” Her eyes shot to Tony. There were a lot of things she wanted to say to that declaration.
Instead she asked, “Starting with?”
“New York,” he answered easily. “It makes the most sense. You, the Expo, these guys, all in the same place.”
“And the media coverage of you showing up in New York won’t hurt?” She questioned.
“I make unscheduled appearances places all the time,” he said flippantly.
Forge watched him closely. He was doing that thing where he was looking everywhere but at her. “You want me to stay here.”
His eyes finally locked on hers. “Yes.”
Fuck. She got it. One she was not as experienced a fighter as he was. She was worried it was something more though, like he didn’t want her to fight at all. Funny how he started out encouraging her to flaunt her powers and be his hero support and now it was a different story.
“You gonna bust in and interrogate the guys?” Forge tried to reign in her angry sarcasm. She didn’t think she managed to filter it all out judging by the wince on his face.
“Reconnaissance first. Might be a few days.” He sat down at his desk and typed a few things into his computer.
Okay. That was enough avoidance for one day. Forge walked up to him and pulled his chair back from the desk. He made a sound of protest, but before he could move, she threw her leg over him and sat on his lap. His mouth dropped open a little.
“Hi,” she could tell he was a little taken aback.
Forge smirked. She knew he had really liked it when she’d done this before. So maybe this was cheating. Whatever. She wasn’t a saint. “Hi,” she quipped. “You need to start thinking up snappy names. You get me?”
“I can think of a few names right now,” he flirted.
She flicked his chest above the arc reactor. “Appropriate hero names.” She corrected.
The new look, the stubborn one she couldn’t name, came back across his face. Judy’s voice floated through her mind. Mulish. Of course Judy had been describing her at the time.
“Also I need your okay to let Romanoff into the gym.”
He frowned. “Why would you want to let fake Natalie Rushman in my house?”
It was Forge’s turn to frown. Fake Natalie Rushman? Whatever. She got who he was talking about. “You know why,” she sing song-ed a bit.
“I don’t like this plan,” he complained.
“And here was me thinking it was your master plan,” she quipped.
Tony rested his arms on her hips. “Fine,” he agreed. Forge had a sneaking suspicion he was only agreeing to further postpone the argument she knew they were going to have.
“You know I worry about you too,” she leaned down to give him a lingering kiss. “You’re going to be out in New York doing Iron Man things.”
He watched her with those coffee colored eyes.
“I’ll worry. So you better take care of yourself.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Do not make me fly out to New York to save your ass. I will never let you live it down,” she teased.
He gave her a small version of the pretty smile she liked so much.
There were a lot of things she wished she could say then but Tony piped up, “I’ve got to pack.”
“You’re assistant doesn’t do that?” Forge questioned playfully.
“I don’t trust her around my underwear. She might snag a pair and sell them on eBay.” He joked.
“Oh, good idea. I could even get them used.” She gave him a mock innocent look. “Could you sign a pair? Hay would love them.”
There was the full sized pretty smile.
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