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Christian Grey Vs. Pepper Potts

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Christian Grey Vs. Pepper Potts
Chapter 7

    “Russia was a long time ago, Clint,” Tasha said, her voice suddenly emanating from some point in Pepper’s office that made Pepper jerk her glance away from the papers on her desk to locate the disturbance.

    “Tash, this is not a Vegas commercial.  What happens in Russia doesn’t have to stay in Russia.  What’s really bothering you?”

    There was a long pause, time in which Pepper got to her feet in an attempt to track which direction their voices were coming from.  She knew damn well Agents Barton and Romanoff weren’t hiding in her desk.  Popping open the door of her attached bathroom revealed nothing unusual.  Nope, no SHIELD agents hiding in the toilet.

    “I don’t…”  Tasha paused again before continuing, “We work well together.  We have an amazing partnership, and I don’t want to ruin it by throwing feelings into the mix.”

    “But it was okay to throw feelings into the mix back in Russia.”

    “This is different.  Back then it was raw sex.  We were having a good time, and some of it was us deliberately using each other to get our rocks off.  I didn’t care if I hurt you back then.”

    “Gee thanks.”

    “Don’t be like that, Barton.  You aren’t some paragon of virtue whose innocence I stole.”

    “Point.  So you’re worried if we take that step and play hide the baton in the SHIELD locker it’s going to muddy the waters, make working together difficult.”

    “Aren’t you?  We’ve got a specific job to do, and I fucked up.  When Loki took you prisoner, my single-minded focus was finding you, not stopping Loki.  Bruce paid the price.  How much worse would it have been if we’d been actively sleeping together?  Orgasm based pair bonding is terrifying.”

    “And waking up thirty years from now seconds before a knife penetrates your eye socket wondering what we could have been together isn’t?  You’re not going to be another Coulson.  I’m not going to watch you die with shit left unsaid between us.”

    “That’s different.”

    “How?  Coulson’s dead, and neither one of us took the chance to tell him how much we respected and loved him.”

    Pepper’s eyes flooded with moisture at the mention of Phil Coulson.  The grief was still there weighing her heart down.  Following the sound of their voices brought her to the bookcase behind which Clint had neutralized the mouse.

    “Stop…”  Agent Romanoff was clearly breathless, her voice trembling slightly.

    “Natasha…”  Agent Barton sounded equally as breathless.

    “Don’t make me choose between you and emotional security,” she whispered.

    “I don’t have to make you.  You’re already emotionally compromised where I’m concerned, so the real question here is whether or not we should enjoy the benefits along with the obligations.  Tash…”  There was a brief pause.  “I’m scared too.”

    Finally, she found a button-sized device against the back of her bookcase which she recognized as being SHIELD tech, one of their two-way microphone and camera combinations Tony had spent an entire evening taking apart and studying not long ago.  Barton had either forgotten to remove it after the Christian Grey threat had been neutralized or had forgotten to turn it off prior to their conversation.

    “Damn you, Barton,” Tasha was saying.  A soft sound escaped her throat, the kind a woman made when she was seconds away from coming.

    To be fair, Pepper attempted to wipe the smile off her face when she discerned the sounds of kissing coming through the device.  There existed a moral obligation that she turn off the device rather than eavesdropping, but at the same time, she was reluctant to miss how this particular conversation concluded.  The distinct sound of a zipper being undone emanated, and her cheeks flushed red.  Nope!  She couldn’t stand there listening to them having sex!

    But Tony certainly benefited from the brief eroticism when she found him in his workshop later and entered her access code in order to join him.  She had this kink where she secretly loved having his hands all over her body when he’d been working on one of his cars.

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    “I know I’m late,” Pepper exclaimed when she rushed into their bedroom in Stark Tower a couple of weeks later.  “The meeting ran longer than I expected, and our head lawyer wanted to keep me on the phone sorting out a patenting issue.  Why don’t you go ahead and start the party without me.”  She dashed into the closet to find the box where she’d hidden her party costume.

    That Tony was loitering around wearing an exaggerated replication of Thor’s armor didn’t strike her as odd at first, so she just ran headlong past him in her haste to get ready so as not to be extraordinarily late for Captain Rogers’ party.  Streaking to a halt, she back-pedaled and stuck her head back out of the closet, eyes wide.

    “Tony, are you feeling all right?”

    “Yes, of course.  Why do you ask?”

    “There’s a party supposed to be happening in the lounge, and you’re here rather than downstairs pouring drinks from the liquor cabinet.”

    “Touché.  Waiting for you and making sure you hadn’t forgotten was more important than pouring alcohol.  Whomever has already arrived can help themselves.”

    A brow popped up.  Shaking her head, she stepped back into the closet, her attention finally settling on a pile of stuff on her dressing table.  Closer inspection revealed a mass of pictures scattered all over the place.  Some of them were pictures of Tony looking goofy.  Others were pictures of them clipped out of magazines and photo albums.  A small box was located in the center of the table.  She gravitated toward it.  A ring containing a singular diamond surrounded by a band of sapphires and rubies was nestled inside.

    Excitement pooled in her belly.  She wanted to fling herself against Tony and giggle like a schoolgirl but forced herself to remain calm.  A “Will you marry me” note hadn’t turned up yet, and she didn’t want to jump to conclusions and end up looking like an idiot.  So Pepper started sorting through the photos, laughing at a few of the goofy ones and getting misty eyed by a couple that showed Tony gazing at her in an adoring fashion or her gazing at him.

    Finally.  Scrawled on the back of one of the photos of him doing the adoring gaze was a hand-written note in Tony’s chicken scratch writing.  “Will you marry me” would have been far too traditional.  No, he’d chosen “I want to get hitched, and you were the most convenient option.  Do you want to do that thing where we say ‘I do?’”

    Her mega-watt grin could have blotted out the sun when she turned to find him standing in the doorway.  “Well that depends, Mister Stark.  Do you want twelve percent of a wife?”

    “I’d rather have the whole thing if it’s all the same to you.  You know, if you don’t mind getting hitched to me and Iron Man at the same time, so I guess the real question is ‘Do you want to polygamy with us?’”

    Laughing, she hurried across the closet and wrapped him up in her arms.  “I don’t think ‘polygamy’ is a verb.  Aren’t I marrying you, Iron Man, and Jarvis?”

    “No, we decided Jarvis gets jealous too easily and would therefore never be able to make our polygamist union work.”

    “Well, in that case…”  She paused for a few heartbeats to pretend like she was thinking about it, but blotting out her smile wasn’t possible.  “Yes, Tony.  Absolutely, I’ll enter into whatever state of holy, unholy, or eternal wedded bliss with you.”

    Tony smiled often and generally had a good time with life, but she rarely saw the type of bone deep smile on his face when she finally gave him her answer.  He was grinning from ear to ear when he hugged her around the waist and lifted her feet off the floor.  Their lips sealed the commitment to one another until a certain British accent interrupted their miniature celebration.

    “Sir, Agent Romanoff has arrived with the package for Captain Rogers.”

    “Jarvis…”  Only he let out a very put-upon sigh instead of launching into a rant about timing and interruptions.  “Yeah, we’ll be there shortly.”

    Her hands smoothed across his shoulders.  “We should probably keep this to ourselves until Captain Rogers’ birthday celebrations are over.  It would be in bad taste to steal the spotlight from him.  What package?”

    “Tasha and Clint have spent the past year finding an old friend of Steve’s.  He finally made clearance through SHIELD’s deprogramming course.  Name of Barnes or something like that.  So Mrs. Stark, or should I call you Lauren Hutton?”

    “Mrs. Stark will do nicely.”

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Epilogue

    Hushed voices whispered all around him, blending together in such a drone of sound he couldn’t make out any individual words to determine where he was or who was surrounding him.  Three things Christian knew for certain.  One, he was on his knees and leaning back against his ankles.  Two, his hands were secured behind his back with the zip tie Agents Barton and Romanoff had used to escort him from Virginia’s hotel suite.  The discomfort was becoming acute in his middle knuckle, which Agent Romanoff had dislocated.  And three, a blindfold--it smelled rather like it had spent a year inside a dirty gym bag--was tied so tightly around his eyes he feared the edge of said cloth would cut open his skin.

    “I demand to know where I am and who you are,” he said in a dark-chocolate-and-caramel-and-raspberry-and-milk-chocolate-mousse-and-key-lime-pie-and-rainbow-sherbet-and-gravy-and-buffalo-chicken-wing-and-hot-sauce-and-jalapeno voice.

    “You will hold your silence, Grey.”  The sharp voice that cut through the drone  surrounding him was female and had such a bite he came close to flinching.  

    “How dare you speak to me like that.  I’m The Christian Grey.”  The warble of fear in his voice betrayed him, but how could he experience anything other than real fear?

    “Your name will not save you here.”

    A sharp cracking sound made his eardrums throb.  Said sound was vaguely familiar and reminded him of the crack of a whip snapping through the air.  “Who are you?” he asked.  The flutter in his voice intensified.

    “We are the Council For Appropriate And Safe Practice of Bondage And Discipline, Dominance And Submission, And Sadism And Masochism.  Or CFAASPBDDSSM.  You’ve been a very naughty boy, Christian, wandering around convincing emotionally vulnerable women that what you practice is BDSM.”

    “You don’t understand,” he breathed.  “I’m fifty shades of fucked up.”

    “Even more reason why you desperately need our instruction.  Shall we begin?”

    A gasp rushed into his lungs when someone jerked at the knot holding his blindfold in place.  The cloth fell away, but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to get a look at his surroundings.  Fear pooled in his gut.  Finally, he managed to crack his eyes open.  Dozens of people were milling around him in constant motion.  There were whips and paddles in abundance.  One woman carried upon her hip a short cane imbedded with nubbins of steal.  A plethora of candles burned, infusing the air with the heavy scent of beeswax.  And then his glance lifted to the woman seated in a high-backed throne, one latex stiletto propped on the armrest, leg bent at the knee.  A black leather mask covered her features.

    “You can’t do this to me,”  he muttered with wide eyes and desperation lacing his tone.  “R-romanoff.  This is all Romanoff’s fault.”

    Rolling to her feet, the woman glided in his direction.  Her leather-clad fingers grazed his cheek and tucked beneath his chin in order to force him to look at her.  “Your safe word is antidisestablishmentarianism.”

    “No,” he croaked softly, eyes widening, but his awkward position wouldn’t allow him to skitter backwards to put distance between them.  “No!”
What would happen if the world's peskiest abuser attempted his abuse on one of the world's most independent and confident women? Pepper unwittingly attracts the affections of Christian Grey during a business meeting and attempts to dissuade him before his creepiness escalates beyond the realm of the mere uncomfortable.

Written because I have way too much free time on my hands and absolutely despise what the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy has done to normally sane, sensible women. This is also posted over on that other fanfiction site. I wasn't intending to upload it here, didn't think many people would be interested. But why not.

Links

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: See Above
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