This was going to be one of those nights, no doubt about it. It had been a while, since Tony Stark had made his last public appearance, let alone partake in the shallow joys that were charity events and other upper class entertainment of the like.

He hadn't craved the glitz and glamour of it, the meaningless banter with dolled up starlets whose faces he would probably forget the second they left his penthouse the next morning.

Yet, as he entered the venue and felt all eyes on him, dressed in one of his best suits, he couldn't deny the thrill that sent shivers down his spine.

The last month had been filled with drama. Lots of it.

First there was the trauma the Chitauri invasion had left him with, the memory of a freefall that still shook him awake night after night.

Then there was Pepper. Well, it wasn't meant to be, after all. The part of him that had wanted to go out tonight told him he was better off for it. His heart disagreed, but he had to admit, that he had wallowed in self-pity long enough.

It couldn't be changed, he had accepted that after weeks of begging, self-destruction and the like. Pepper wouldn't be moved, he couldn't blame her. She was better off without him aswell.

Maybe, someday, they could be friends. But right at this moment Tony didn't need a friend. He needed an easy, pretty bimbo, quick to impress with a wave of dollar bills and admiration in her big eyes.

There were lots of those around.

He noticed he hadn't skipped a beat, as his eyes scanned the room and his mind concocted a plan of attack, as if it had been yesterday when he last did this sort of thing.

Tonight though, tonight would turn out to be quite different.

A woman caught his eye, as he nonchalantly scanned the bar for suitable bimbos.

She looked wealthy as hell, but younger than your usual rich lady, and less stuck-up.

The black cocktail dress screamed elegance and class, the low back suggested otherwise, yet nothing about her seemed trashy. Seductive, definetely.

It took Tony a moment to realise what was off about her, though. Her posture. That woman was not flirting with the man she was currently conversing with, not even close. And she was definetely conversing, that much was certain. This was no idle chat, no mindless banter. The fact that Tony knew the man at her side living proof of that. A mind whose brilliance rivaled his own, and she looked bored.

Were it any other woman, he would have understood that look. He had witnessed on numerous occasions how the man had gone on about his work, which included lots of science, regardless of his conversational partner's intellectual level.

Yet something about the look on her face suggested that she understood every single word he said and it bored her nonetheless.

He realised he was staring, and since people were always staring at him that might be a bad idea.

So he decided to wander a bit, keeping an eye on her from the distance.

She was shorter than his usual, her hair chin-length and slicked back, a style he usually didn't like on women. It didn't look fun, too much elegance could quickly tip over and become old-lady-chique. For her it worked. She did wear make-up, but not very much of it. It gave her an overall androgynous look, that he would never go for, usually. Well, usually.

He found himself staring at her, again. There were a couple of people between them, but still. Not a good idea, not at all.

It took him a moment to realise, that she was actually staring back at him. Those eyes spoke of more than mild interest in his person and she didn't look offended by his stares either. In front of her the man was still droning on about something, his hand gesticulating excitedly. It wasn't until she started walking towards Tony, that he noticed he had lost her attention.

Her slow gait had something predatorial about it, the movement of her hips reminded him of a panther's prowl.

Great. All he had wanted was a little bit of his usual fun, but no such luck.

Crap. She was just a couple of steps away when he realised, that he had no idea how to talk to a woman like that. He knew his way around trashy ones, whom he wanted to seduce. He also knew his way around intelligent and classy ones, whom he wouldn't want in his bed.

Her, he was absolutely lost with.

His musings were proven irrelevant seconds later, when a porcelain-white arm wrapped around his neck, the other resting on his shoulder, and cool lips pressed on his in a short kiss.

Just when he had lain his hands on silk-clad hips and bent over to whisper into her ear, suggest to go somewhere else, she had already pulled back, took one of his hands in hers and pulled him with her.

Tony didn't mind the stares, now. He might get in trouble with his good colleague, who seemed a little upset at the loss of his date, but at the moment he couldn't care less.

He barely remembered the way up to her room. Had his other conquests ever felt like this? He couldn't recall.

When his back suddenly hit the luxurious bed in the spacious hotel room, it pulled him back into reality with force.

There was no time to pick up the pieces though, as she was on top of him within seconds.

She straddled his lap and Tony had trouble getting into an upright sitting position to rid himself of his suit jacket. Either he was really out of it already or that woman was way stronger than she looked.

He did manage to, however, and took the chance to peel her out of that wonderful dress.

It took all his concentration to restrain from ripping the fine silk to shreds, the hunger for her was something he wasn't used to. He hadn't even had a drink, yet all his self-control seemed to be stripped away from him.

She didn't seem to be much better off, though. Which was nice to see in face of the pristine contenance she had displayed before.

A subtle blush adorned her pale face and those eyes, those eyes were shining with a light he had never seen before. The sparkle of pleasure and feverish lust threatened to undo him completely, so he closed his eyes and kissed her instead.

Weird. He couldn't remember ever looking a woman in the eye so intently while the rest of her lay before him bare and willing.

Everything about her excited him way more, than it had any right to. The tongue that slid past his lips sent a virtual explosion through his nervous system, the hungry movement of her mouth on his nearly wrecked him completely.

He realised that he was barely touching her, the naive fear of burning away if he got too much of her stilled his movements.

She would have none of that. The hand that had held the back of his head slid down to his shoulders and with a poweful push he was on his back again, her heated body flush against his chest, her knees pulled up beside him.

His pants were gone, even though he couldn't actually recall taking them off. He did not think on it long, though. He felt the hot wetness between her legs, as she rolled her hips against him, enticing him to take the last step.

All it took was a light push and he was inside of her. She took him in eagerly, a drawn hiss escaped her mouth and the grip on his shoulders tightened.

Suddenly he was very glad she wasn't one of those ridiculously-long-fingernail types.

His hands found her hips and he proceeded to guide her movements. All it took were a couple of thrusts and she came, her whole body shivering with pleasure. Tony barely managed to keep himself from reaching completion himself, as she clenched tight on him.

"Wow, that was fast. Am I that good?"

He managed a cocky smile, as she lifted her head and blew away some stray strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes.

"No need to be smug about it, just keep going."

Damn that voice. He realised he hadn't heard her speak before. Oh, what he had missed out on.

Her voice suited her perfectly, all dark, silky, smoky goodness.

He didn't need to be told twice.

This time he took the lead completely, flipped the two of them over to be on top and dove in again.

She quickly wrapped her legs around him, her hands found the metal beams of the bedpost and held on for dear life, as her entertainment for tonight started to move with one forceful push after the next.

The rhythm had both of them panting soon, the occasional growl was heard from her, much to Tony's delight. Women that growled in bed were rare. For a fact, he hadn't known they existed up until now.

He grinned as he met the next thrust with a low growl of himself, which, weirdly enough, made her giggle.

The next laugh died in her throat, though, as Tony quickened the pace and he soon had her reeling, her white-knuckled grip on the bedpost made him insanely glad she wasn't holding onto his shoulders anymore.

Each breath that left her lips came with a moan now, as needy and erotic a sound, as he had ever heard.

It did not take much more than a few desperate last shoves, the sweet sound by his ear and a last spasmic clench around his cock to make him come hard.

She came split-seconds later, a strangled scream on her lips, as she shivered violently once more.

They lay like this for a while, their panting slowly dissolving into normally paced breathing.

He rolled off of her with a sigh of contentment when his cell phone rang.

"Bad timing.", she commented.

"Could have been worse.", he replied and bent over to pick up his phone.

"Tony, what the hell are you doing?"

Oh Captain, my Captain. Always there, when you needed someone to spoil your fun. Or maybe... this might be a great chance to get away, avoid the awkwardness. Then again, he had to admit, he would love to stay right now.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

He groaned in frustration, this was not going to be fun.

"You left your post. You were supposed to keep an eye out, for god's sake."

"You said if I went there, I might aswell do a little surveillance work. I did, I surveilled. There was nothing there. Nothing suspicious, at least."

"You,", Steve sounded more distraught every minute.

"Has something happened? Everything alright down there?"

"Well, Tony, you took what I would call something suspicious to a room upstairs, or the other way around, the way I see it."

To this Tony could only laugh out loud.

"You are being paranoid. Paranoid and very stereotypical. Everything's fine. Call me if something is actually up, alright? Until then, I think I deserve a little me-time."

"Tony, listen-"

Tony didn't, he hung up.

Steve seemed to be his usual righteous self and he would not have any part of it.

"Trouble?", she asked with a smile on her lips, that might even register as genuinely sweet. It made him lay down beside her almost instantly.

"Nah, just a colleague of mine acting up. Control freak."

"Oh, I hate those."

"Yeah, right? What's to say against a little bit of fun?"

Her smile darkened significantly at that.

"A little bit of fun?"

And that's why he usually went for the bimbos, easy to handle and easy to dispose of.

"Come on, I didn't mean it like that. Just in regards to what he said, I-"

He was spared from getting himself into deeper trouble, as a loud banging shook the door and the walls adjacent to it happily shook along.

The upset voice of Cap could be heard, along with the trademark bellow of Thor.

So the thunderer had arrived to join them, how nice.

More parties incapable of a stealthy approach, maybe he should have stayed downstairs and have an eye on things.

The woman at his side looked wary. Those loud, obnoxious idiots.

"Don't worry, they are usually friendly. Also, it's me they're mad at, so no need to trouble yourself."

He was about to rise, opening the door quickly might help defusing the situation a bit, but that opportunity was taken from him.

It was Thor who ripped the thin piece of wood out of its frame and all but threw it into the room.

"Wow, wow, wow! Back off, Thor!"

He had been annoyed before, but now he was outright enraged. Who the hell did that guy think he was anyway? It took him a second to find his pants, pull them up and jump out of bed to meet the equally furious thunder god.

Thor payed him no mind, however. He headed straight for the bed, surrounded it with two purposeful strides and gripped her by the neck to pull her up, naked as she was.

Tony wanted to protest, attack even, but then he saw the wicked grin that spread across her face and a chill crept up his spine. Something really was off about her.

"Please tell me you're not an alien or something."

Thor regarded him with a pitiful look, one that said 'I'm sorry you're so stupid.'

"I'm afraid she is as alien to this world as I am."

Facing her he added: "What in the nine realms were you thinking, this is no way to behave, you know that! How am I to vouch for you, when the first thing you do is this... this deviancy!"

He threw her back onto the bed with a disgusted snarl and wiped the hand he had held her with on his cloak. She scuttled back under the covers, pouting.

"Can't I at least have a little bit of fun, before you drag me back?"

Tony couldn't bring himself to acknowledge the parallellism of the wording she used, his mind was too busy contemplating the possibilities.

Alien prisoner Thor was supposed to bring back? Asgardian even?

"Who is she, then?"

He couldn't bring himself to even look at hear, as he dreadingly awaited the answer.

"Ask her!", Cap suggested. So he knew, whatever it was. Damn.

"So, well, who are you?"

She smiled that sweet smile again, eyebrows raised as if to say 'You didn't know?'.

There was a golden shimmer next. One, Tony remembered very well, but his mind forbid the recognition.

When the shimmer faded he was insanely happy about the blanket he had pulled over himself again.

That damn smirk, plastered all over that face. The eyes, how hadn't he noticed? Well, of course he hadn't. Who seriously expects a super-villain changing gender and visiting charity events? Fuck.

"Fuck.", he said, and Loki smiled.

The cover picture is a cosplay by yirico92 .deviantart. com, used with permission ^^

Apparently I am not supposed to post links. Ö_ö

Just delete the two spaces in front of the dots... I hope that worked now. How the hell am I supposed to credit people?

Oh, an since people were asking... I might just have a plot in mind that would work for this ff, so maybe it won't be a one-shot after all. If I continue it though it would probably feature dark(!)Avengers and in that case I will probably have a hard time keeping emo-Loki at bay... I'll definetely try my very best, though.