Summary: The serum saved Steve Rogers’ life but it was not without its faults. It was never meant for long-term use as Tony quickly discovered.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Inspiration from The Used’s “The Bird And The Worm.”

Warnings: Violence, drugs, made-up science, swearing, drinking, horror, angst, insanity, yaoi, het, smut, etc.

He could hear the soft clicking of her shoes against the hard floor as Peggy entered the room, her dark eyes fixated firmly onto Steve. He could hear something faint rambling in the background, his mind quickly making the connection that it was Tony talking to him but that mattered not when she stopped right beside the bed. It had been so long and yet so recent from the last time he spoke to her. He promised her a dance; the Stork Lounge. And he had failed her.

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Summary: Steve knew it was irrational to hope that the Avengers could put aside their differences with Loki and work together as a team, but he had thought that Clint would be the one with a grudge against the trickster. Why Tony was glaring at the mischief-maker as though he wanted nothing more than to strangle him was beyond the Captain. Steve/Tony, Loki/Steve, Loki/Steve/Tony.

Disclaimer: I own my deranged mind.

Warnings: Oh, let’s see… Blood, gore, violence, graphic sex, yaoi, swears, alcohol use, crude gestures and jokes, poor grammar/spelling, etc.

Tony felt a rush of relief flow throw his nervous system when the soft word was uttered by Steve, the slight nod of his head letting him know that, despite his hatred-turned-into-not-quite-hatred of the guy was not going to color his vision of certain threats. Threats that were currently going to be living with him, had a silver tongue, and absolutely not fucking compunction about using it to get his way. Be that literal or metaphorical, he really did not want to know.

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Summary: Steve hated and loved Tony, the situation they were in, and himself for creating the situation.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title and inspiration from Maroon 5’s “One More Night.”

Warnings: Yaoi, slash, kissing, sex, het, adult themes, swearing, poor grammar/spelling, etc.

Steve had not meant to do it. Certainly did not mean to by lying in Tony’s bed and staring up at the ceiling as he thought about what he could do without looking too awkward. Like all the times before this one, he had promised himself that it would be the last time that he had gone to that big, ugly building in search of comfort late in the night. The genius was always receptive to him, which was something that he was not expecting to happen after their volatile meeting, and he never made any promises of being faithful or loving him. And, despite his best efforts, the super soldier only managed to last a few days before the cycle repeated itself.

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Summary: “Sorry, Cap,” Tony said as he took a step away from his bleeding childhood hero and adolescent competition for his father’s love, his voice coming out cold through the mechanized speakers in his helmet before he had JARVIS activate the repulsor technology in his boots. “But I stopped pretending to be a hero a long time ago.”

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I’ve seen a lot of Dark Steve and figured, let’s flip that switch around. Inspiration from Avenge Sevenfold’s “Scream.”

Warnings: Blood, gore, implied death (maybe?), swearing, dark themes, poor grammar/spelling, etc.

If there was one thing about himself that Tony could say that people always underestimated, it would have to be his genius. Most assumed that it was just in engineering and they forgot that while he was flighty and light-hearted in front of others, he often stewed over the littlest of things, his mind running at a mile a minute. Things stuck with him and, quite frankly, he was jaded. Sure, he could put on the biggest front and act like nothing ever mattered to him, that he could live with Iron Man being accepted into the Avenger Initiative while Tony Stark was rejected. But that shit cut deep.

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Summary: Twenty one-shots of pure, graphic porn.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Any and everything is a possibility in this one.

Steve smiled softly to himself as he drove down the street on his motorcycle. Miss Romanoff and Agent Barton had offered him a place to stay inside of SHIELD on behalf of Director Fury but he thought it was best to go and see what the country had gone through over the decades. He felt comfortable knowing that the agents would take care of each other while all of the Avengers went their separate ways. Thor had just returned to Asgard and he was certain that the warrior would return after Loki had been punished; he had said that his Miss Jane and Miss Darcy planned on celebrating his return with a glorious celebration of Pop-Tarts and that meant that he would return as soon as he could manage. He had seen Doctor Banner slip into Stark’s car before the pair of scientists sped off; and it made sense that they paired off like that.

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Summary: Twenty one-shots of pure, graphic porn.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Any and everything is a possibility in this one.

“I don’t…” Steve began as he looked between the two scientists that were starting at him raptly. He felt like he was back on stage for the first time and had a large group of people staring at him; he did not know the words to this play and had no idea where to go or what to do. Two pairs of dark eyes were watching his every move and the soldier began to wonder exactly when things had taken an odd turn. He had received the call from JARVIS that he was needed in their shared lab. Not even taking two steps into the room when the door opened found red, white, and blue material being tossed at his head by an overeager engineer.

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Summary: Twenty one-shots of pure, graphic porn.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Any and everything is a possibility in this one.

“Thor!” a voice nearly shrieked out, startling Steve and nearly making him choke on his toast as he looked over at the demigod seated across from him. The Asgardian looked up, not stopping from stuffing a entire pancake into his mouth as he shrugged his shoulders, syrup sticking to his lips as he ate. The super soldier swallowed his bite of toast just to look over when Clint ran into the kitchen, snickering loudly.

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Summary: The serum saved Steve Rogers’ life but it was not without its faults. It was never meant for long-term use as Tony quickly discovered.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Inspiration from The Used’s “The Bird And The Worm.”

Warnings: Violence, drugs, made-up science, swearing, drinking, horror, angst, insanity, yaoi, het, smut, etc.

“-Going into cardiac ar-“

“Hang in there, Cap! You hear me? You hang the fuck in th-“

“-uck, he’s a mess… Got any twos? No? Damn shame.”

“-to God, Stark, you so much as peek at my-“

The words were swimming around in his head and not making much sense. He had heard the tales of people in a state of awareness but not yet fully awake; a feeling of floating, of falling, of everything being fuzzy around the edges… None of that was what he was going through.

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Summary: Twenty one-shots of pure, graphic porn.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Any and everything is a possibility in this one.

Dedicated to the person (I can’t remember your name and I’m way too lazy to look it up) who suggested this awesomely creepy idea. Much love, darling!

Steve let out a long and slow breath through his nose as he let Tony finish tying the knot in the cloth that was wrapped tightly around his eyes. While he could not see anything, the blonde was certain that he would not have wanted to do so even if he could. After all, given his current position, all he would see would be his hands cuffed to the headboard of the genius’s lavish bed and the covers to his soft pillows. That was not something that he was particularly fond of staring at for however long this, whatever it was, took.

His ass was hitched up slightly in an embarrassing manner and Steve could not help but blush every time that he thought of it. His bare chest pressed against the bedding while one of the playboy’s pillows was wedged underneath his hips, propping his ass up while his legs were spread, leaving Steve feeling uncomfortably open.

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Summary: Steve knew it was irrational to hope that the Avengers could put aside their differences with Loki and work together as a team, but he had thought that Clint would be the one with a grudge against the trickster. Why Tony was glaring at the mischief-maker as though he wanted nothing more than to strangle him was beyond the Captain. Steve/Tony, Loki/Steve, Loki/Steve/Tony.

Disclaimer: I own my deranged mind.

Warnings: Oh, let’s see… Blood, gore, violence, graphic sex, yaoi, swears, alcohol use, crude gestures and jokes, poor grammar/spelling, etc.

Steve smiled as he pulled the cake out of the oven, carefully batting Thor’s grabbing fingers away from the hot pan. “Do you not eat this confection warm?” the supposed God of Thunder asked as he looked suspiciously like he was pouting. “You can eat Pop-Tarts fresh from the toasting device you mortals use.”

“Well, this is a cake,” Steve countered, hoping that would get his point across. He was seriously going to have to question the blonde about those darn Pop-Tarts because with the way that the demigod was going on and on about them, they sounded like some sort of godsend in foil packages.

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Summary: Steve knew it was irrational to hope that the Avengers could put aside their differences with Loki and work together as a team, but he had thought that Clint would be the one with a grudge against the trickster. Why Tony was glaring at the mischief-maker as though he wanted nothing more than to strangle him was beyond the Captain. Steve/Tony, Loki/Steve, Loki/Steve/Tony.

Disclaimer: I own my deranged mind.

Warnings: Oh, let’s see… Blood, gore, violence, graphic sex, yaoi, swears, alcohol use, crude gestures and jokes, poor grammar/spelling, etc.

Loki studiously ignored Thor’s cheerful smiles and the looks that his brother - adopted brother; he had to clarify that even in his own mind - was throwing his way. For some reason, the Asgardian seemed to think that there was something in him that was worth redeeming. So did Odin, if his punishment was anything to go by. He doubted that but knew that just by keeping Midgard’s Captain from being flattened to a bloody smear across the ground had cemented that idea in the blonde’s head. The super soldier, however, proved to be the most peculiar out of them all; he had accepted him into his shabby but warm, if not dusty and aged, dwelling with practically no complaint. He either trusted his superiors far too much or was far too stupid of a man to be leading a pack of warriors to defend this planet.

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Summary: Twenty one-shots of pure, graphic porn.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Any and everything is a possibility in this one.

Tony was going to kill Clint.

He was not joking around in one of those laughing “Oh my God, I’m going to kill you!” ways, either. The next time he saw that sharpshooting cockblocker, he was going to take one of his silk ties, wrap it around the not-quite-blonde/not-quite-brunette’s neck and throttle him until his eyes bulged out of his head and he stopped breathing. …Or Natasha stabbed him in the shoulder. Whichever happened first.

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Summary: Twenty one-shots of pure, graphic porn.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Any and everything is a possibility in this one.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since he had seen Tony Stark and to say that Steve had missed him would be an understatement. The blonde soldier had taken out his pent-up aggressions on the reinforced punching bag that the genius had gifted him in his large gymnasium earlier in the day but still found himself having extra energy to burn. As loathe as he was to admit it, the soldier had begun to believe that it was due to sexual frustration. To say that when he crashed into the Arctic waters a virgin was embarrassingly true and the genius had quickly sought out to remedy that situation once they had gotten past their frustrations and began to spend time together. Only now did it appear to be the blonde’s downfall.

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Summary: Steve knew it was irrational to hope that the Avengers could put aside their differences with Loki and work together as a team, but he had thought that Clint would be the one with a grudge against the trickster. Why Tony was glaring at the mischief-maker as though he wanted nothing more than to strangle him was beyond the Captain. Steve/Tony, Loki/Steve, Loki/Steve/Tony.

Disclaimer: I own my deranged mind.

Warnings: Oh, let’s see… Blood, gore, violence, graphic sex, yaoi, swears, alcohol use, crude gestures and jokes, poor grammar/spelling, etc.

Steve could not help but smile as Thor rummaged through all of the cabinets. “I’m telling you, big guy, I don’t have any Pop-Tarts.” It did not seem to deter the God of Thunder at all; he was determined that the super soldier had hidden the delectable pastries as every house in America should have them, Darcy told him as such when he first met her. Personally, the blonde did not see what was so enticing about them with what Thor had told him; then again, he did not see what was so delicious about a cake in a box, but Phil had personally picked it out and stammered that it was a personal favorite of his own and that he would enjoy it. Letting Thor continue to toss around the bare cupboards in an effort to locate the colorful box of nonexistent Pop-Tarts, the super soldier turned his attention back to the red box that the was holding.

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