Invasion:MSV Chapter 7

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

Okay, so many of us have been a little distracted by a certain... Marvelous man since a certain movie came out. *evil grin* And honestly, I've been trying to figure out how to get him in here... and I did. :D Enjoy! Oh, there's some plotty stuff too... lol

Title: Invasion:MSV
Fandom: Marvel Universe
Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable  characters here. They and the world this is set in are the property of Marvel Entertainment. The Purple Team is the property of ginevrasm (Morgan/Faye), ladydeathfaerie (Dare), sessys_fangirl (Jehnna), nanaeanaven (Roxxy) and dazzledfirestar (Haley). They are not to be used without permission. I make no money from this, and it is simply a form of entertainment. 
Warnings: graphic M/F sex, language, and as always... ANGST 

Haley slumped into a seat in the food court. She was tired, but she’d managed to shop with Morgan for nearly three hours, albeit at a slower pace than normal. She had mentioned getting a snack and a drink as more of an excuse to sit than any actual hunger or thirst, but Morgan had agreed, and hurried off to get them both something that would no doubt contain more grease than would be healthy. She sighed and started to sift through the bags containing her purchases. A pair of shoes, flats of course. At six feet tall she’d given up on heels a long time ago. A new pair of jeans and a short black dress. She couldn’t put her finger on why she’d been drawn to the dress at first. In fact, it hadn’t dawned on her until she had it on in the changing room. She’d stepped out looking a little dazed.

 

“It looks fabulous on you!” Morgan smiled.

 

“Yeah. It does.” Her voice had been flat as she twirled in front of one of the mirrors. She closed her eyes for a moment, and for the first time in weeks, relived a real memory, and one of her own, at that. The dress was nearly the same as the one she’d bought on another shopping trip four years earlier. The day she’d run into Johnny. “I should buy it.” She whirled around again, smiling a little. Morgan took that as a victory.

 

But at that moment in the food court, she was feeling a little guilty. Why should that memory cause her to buy the dress? Of course, Piotr had loved her in that dress, but that hadn’t been the thought that popped into her head while she tried it on. She rubbed her temple a bit. She’d been struggling with the guilt more than anything since the whole nightmare all started. As if somehow she could have blocked her ex-boyfriend from her mind when a giant alien monster was bombarding her with images of the life they could have had. She should have found a way, she was sure of that. She was being unfaithful to Piotr, and he deserved better than that.

 

“You know, all this isn’t your fault, right?” Morgan’s very astute observation broke through Haley’s musings. She looked down at the plate of fries and the Diet Coke that sat in front of her, and couldn’t help but wonder how long Morgan had sat there watching her.

 

“Yeah, I know.”

 

“Oh, that was convincing.” Morgan rolled her eyes a little and popped a fry into her mouth. “You couldn’t have done anything to stop it, Haley.”

 

“Maybe I should have.” She’d barely mumbled the words.

 

“What?” Morgan looked a little scandalized. Normally, Haley would revel in the idea of scandalizing Morgan; it was so hard to do after all. “Haley, that’s…”

 

“I should have ignored him… when the team leaders where meeting.”

 

“He didn’t exactly give you a choice.”

 

“I should have just… walked away or something.” Haley’s cheeks where fire engine red.

 

“And that would have stopped him thinking of you in what I’m sure he thought were his last minutes on earth?” Morgan stared at her friend, waiting for an answer. She didn’t get one. “Haley,” her voice took on a softer tone, “Johnny and Piotr both care about you. That wouldn’t be easy to deal with under normal circumstances… but this…” Morgan trailed off, unsure of what to say about the situation that hadn’t been said already. “It sucks.” Haley let out a short laugh and smiled a little. “The professor said that the alien thing is giving them everything they want, whether they know they want it or not, and he’s usually right on stuff like this. So really, there was nothing you could have done.”

 

“I know.” Haley fiddled with the straw in her drink. “Morgan?” She looked up, and Morgan saw something she’d very rarely seen in the eyes of her friend, fear. “Am I… if I said that this might change… if I’m not sure what I…” She sighed heavily. “Does that make me horrible?”

 

“No.” Morgan smiled and rested her hand on Haley’s. “It makes you human.”

 

 

“They went where?” Roxxy looked a little tired and Dare flinched. It was rare for the shape shifter to lose her temper, but obviously the safety of her best friend was a sticking point. Haley had looked a little worse for wear when she and Morgan had come back to the mansion.

 

“They went shopping. Beast said there might be a connection between proximity and…”

 

“So they went shopping?” Roxxy rolled her eyes. “Retail therapy.” She walked away shaking her head, and worrying about what would have happened if Haley had an episode in public. Aside from the obvious concern about Haley’s well being, there were other issues that would be affected. The media wise amongst them had managed to downplay what had happened against the alien, and even downplay the alien itself, but one of the X-Men skitzing out in a shopping mall would no doubt stir up more attention. Not to mention the problem of Morgan trying to get her home if something did happen. Her shoulders tightened a little more. Maybe she should have gone with them… but she had so much to do, a shopping trip was absolutely out of the question.

 

Dare watched Roxxy walk away, and wondered for a moment how she was coping. Everyone was so concerned with the people affected by the much discussed connections, Haley specifically. But Roxxy hadn’t taken any time to herself, short of meals since this had all started. Dare sighed and pushed the cart full of medical supplies across the med lab. She’d offered to help more out of wanting to feel like she wasn’t useless, and staving off boredom than anything else. Purple team, with its leader pretty much out of commission, had been benched for all of the planning and strategizing. There wasn’t much else to do around the mansion, and she definitely wasn’t up for maid duties. Laundry and making beds wasn’t going to happen, of that she was sure. So, she helped in the med lab.

 

She’d almost gotten used to seeing so many people she knew in various states of injury, but she still tried to avoid going too far toward the back of the room. The few times she’d had to go back there had been hard. Seeing people she knew, people that she considered friends in a few cases so beat up… she shook her head. Somehow, she had the feeling that she had to keep it together. Her friends had been there for her in some of her darkest moments, she’d do the same for them.

 

She sighed again, cursing under her breath as Beast called her back toward the flyers. She turned and walked quickly. She stopped just behind the large, furry doctor, looking everywhere but at the patient. “Thank you, Miss Scott.”

 

“No problem.” The sarcasm in her voice was ignored. She finally ran out of things to stare at and took a quick look at the man lying in the bed in front of her. Her eyebrows went up a little. He was handsome… or he would be when the awful rings of yellow, purple, blue and black that made up the horrible bruise on the side of his face had faded. He looked vaguely familiar too. She searched her mind, sure that someone that hot would have made some kind of impression. “Holy shit…” Beast turned and looked at her, slightly confused by her sudden, if quiet expletive. “Sorry.” Her cheeks flushed a little. Now she knew where she’d seen him. On those stupid entertainment shows so many of the girls liked and on the news from time to time. She searched for a name. Stark… that was it. Tony Stark! She kicked herself a little. Of course he was here. Iron Man had been among the flyers brought in.

 

“Miss Scott?” Beast had been speaking to her, obviously. Her cheeks grew a little warmer.

 

“Sorry…”

 

“It’s alright. Why don’t you call it a day, and get some rest. You’ve been here for hours.” She nodded and hurried to put the cart in its place and get herself out of the lab. The suggestion of rest had brought on a serious case of fatigue, and her bed was looking better and better as the elevator carried her to the dorm level. She yawned as she opened the door. She slipped into her PJs and tucked herself under the covers. Logan wouldn’t be up for bed for hours yet, so she rolled over and sprawled across the double bed. Before she could yawn again, she was asleep.

 

She was dreaming. She had to be. For a moment, the part of her brain that was aware of that fact panicked, but there was nothing sinister about it. Just a normal dream, none of the sharp edges that Haley and Jehnna had described. She took in her surroundings. This was definitely not her kind of party. Waiters wove between well dressed guests with trays of champagne. As one slipped past her, she grabbed a glass, downing half of it in one gulp. The black cocktail dress she wore felt too low cut and the skirt felt far too high on her thighs. She looked around the room but couldn’t spot a single familiar face. Then a voice came up behind her, startling her slightly. “Are you here with anyone?” Was it security, finally aware that she didn’t belong there?

 

“N-no.” She turned to face the voice. Two dark, sparkling eyes stared down at her from a handsome face.

 

He chuckled lightly. “Would you like to be?” He offered her his arm and hesitantly she took it. She told herself it was because she needed to hang onto something to keep her balance on the ridiculous heels she was strapped into, and not because this stranger made her breath catch in her throat and definitely not because of the more primal reaction that smile had caused between her thighs. “Drink?” She nodded and they headed through the crowd toward the bar. “What’s your poison…?” He looked at her for a moment, waiting for her to share her name with him.

 

“Dare.” Her cheeks flushed, and instinct almost made her run in the opposite direction, despite the heels. He took her hand, kissing it softly.

 

“I never could refuse a dare.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m…”

 

“Tony Stark.” She smiled. “I know.” He motioned to the bartender. “Umm…” her eyes took in the impressive selection. “Wow… this beats raiding the wine cellar.” He looked like he hadn’t heard her. “Something… rum-ish?”

 

He smiled again and faced the bartender. “Appleton 21 year old, and a seltzer.” She cast a slightly strange look and he chuckled. “I get the feeling I’m going to have to be on top of my game tonight.” He slipped on arm around her waist, and she shivered. There was no way he could have missed that. He handed her the drink, and pulled her a little closer as she took a sip, letting the slightly sweet liquid slid down her throat. The man knew his rum, she’d give him that much. “So, are you bored out of your mind yet?”

 

She looked around the room again. Yes, she was absolutely bored out of her mind. “I don’t know.” She stared into her glass before taking another sip. “The company’s getting better.” His thigh moved against hers as he pulled her flush against him. A tiny whimper escaped her lips.

 

“Let’s get out of here.” His voice hummed in her ear and she could feel the full effect of her body on his rubbing against her inner thigh. She shivered again. “Was that a yes?”

 

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re kind of a smug bastard, aren’t you?”

 

“Do you want to see why?” He smirked and began to lead her toward the exit. She smirked back, wondering to herself where this very Morgan-esque attitude was coming from but as they left the ballroom she let the thought go. Mainly because he’d pressed her against the nearest wall, and kissed her deeply. She moaned quietly into the kiss, letting her hands twist in his hair.

 

Finally, she pulled back, gasping for air. His hand brushed against her thigh, under her skirt. “Isn’t there somewhere a little more… private?” Her heart was racing and frankly, she really didn’t care about privacy at that point.

 

“Yeah.” He took her hand and led her toward the elevators. They stepped on and a moment after the door closed Tony’s lips were back on hers. He reached over, hit a button without looking and they began moving. He began nibbling on her neck, and she moaned, driving him to bite a little harder. She wrapped one leg around him, suddenly aware that she wasn’t wearing anything under the slinky black dress. He let out a short laugh as his hand crept up her thigh. “Smile for the camera, gorgeous.”

 

“What?” She only looked upset for a moment before his fingers slid over her clit. Her head fell back against the wall. “Oh god…”

 

“That doesn’t look like a smile.” He chuckled again and pressed a little harder on the little bundle of nerves. He kissed her again, and lifted her off her feet. Instinct took over and she wrapped both legs around him. “You know the stills from that camera will probably be in every paper from here to L.A. in the morning.”

 

She tried to be upset about that, she really did. “Fuck ‘em.” She claimed his lips in a scorching kiss. He reached between them and she heard the distinct sound of a zipper being undone. She moaned again as the head of his cock pressed against her clit. “Oh… fuck me.”

 

He reached back again, toward the buttons and hit the emergency break. “Don’t want to rush this.” One last chuckle left his lips as he continued to tease her clit. She tried to pull him into her, pressing her legs against the small of his back. Her breaths started to come in short gasps as the heat in her body built. Her back arched off the wall, and she cried out as a mind blowing orgasm rocked her senses. Just as she hit the peak, he thrust into her, blurring her first orgasm into her second. She screamed his name as his cock drove into her over and over again, each thrust sending bolts of passion through each nerve.

 

The straps of her dress slipped off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He bent lower to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, biting down on it and making her scream just a little louder. The ‘oh god’s and ‘fuck me’s that had been slipping out of her mouth had melted into little more than wordless screams and moans. She tensed again, her vision going white. “Tony…” It was the only word she could get out before she was cut off from her own voice.

 

He groaned loudly as she clenched around him. His thrusts became steadily erratic as he neared his climax. “Dare… god…”

 

 

She moaned a little and rolled over, still half asleep and still half in her dream. But the light from the bedside table brought her back to reality far too quickly. She blinked sleepily, and rubbed her eyes before focusing on the man sitting next to her. “Havin’ a good dream, darlin’?” Logan grinned at her. It was a nearly lascivious grin, the one she referred to as his dirty old man look, and it was making her wet… or it would have had she not already been.

 

She nodded, and smiled back, grabbing the collar of his shirt and kissing him with far more passion than he’d been expecting. “Wanna help me finish it?”

Comments

[ladydeathfaerie]

*giggles* now that sounds an awful lot like Dare. thanks for brightening up the day, girlie. its much appreciated.

stupid fucking weather. i will definitely have to read this again later....

mmmmm. i wish i had such lovely dreams.....

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I'm sure the wind will stop soon, and you can give it a good read tomorrow. ;)

I am so happy you liked it! That's a load off my shoulders. lol

And yeah... I kind of think Mr. Stark owes me a dream visit now. I'll send him over when I'm done with him! LOL

[ginevrasm.livejournal.com]

I think I want to stay home from work and read this again. And maybe some more smut. And maybe write some...

I'm going to have to give in and see that movie, aren't I?

Sneaky, sneaky...Thought I told somebody to stay away from Stark...Grr...

Oh well. Good work Daz!

[ladydeathfaerie]

*whistles softly while scurrying off to find a dark corner to hide in*

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

And she did stay away from him. This was my fault. I promise. And really... we can't control her dreams, now can we. ;)

[nanaeanaven]

Mmmm, Tony Stark. Damn, I want to have a dream like that too. Somebody needs to send him my way when they're done with him. *sigh*

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

You're on the list hun... he's going to have a busy night. LOL

Glad you liked it! :D

[sessys-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Ohh...Another hot chapter to read in the MSV.

While I'm rather indifferent to Iron Man, that was damn hot with Tony Stark. Yikes...I'm going to need a damn pack of cigs...Phew...I need a damn cold shower...

Dammit! Where's hubby??