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Feb. 8th, 2017 06:57 pm[ It was supposed to be a simple mission - that was why Steve had gone by himself. Some guy, doing who knows what with plants in an abandoned warehouse, and what kind of guy got his ass kicked by plants?
Steve Rogers, that's who.
He'd put an end to plant guy (who had apparently genetically engineered himself into a half-plant, half-human) and his weird ambulatory plant friends. In the process, he'd disturbed a bunch of hanging flowers that had covered him in pollen, and he hadn't thought anything of it, being immune to basically everything. Also, the plants had been trying to take actual bites out of him at the time.
A couple hours later, most of the bruises and scrapes are healed, Steve's showered all the sap and pollen and who knows what green stuff off and is hoping that there isn't any footage of giant vines kicking his ass being uploaded to Youtube. And then he starts feeling...weird. A little feverish, maybe, and he hasn't had a fever in decades. He shrugs it off and goes to work out.
Except halfway through working out, he feels arousal curl around his bones, the kind he can't ignore. He finds the nearest bathroom and leans his forehead against the cool tile, hands tugging his pants down and wrapping around his cock and pulling until he has the most intense orgasm of his life. There's a mess everywhere - Steve cleans that up - and he's still goddamn hard, as if he hadn't come at all.
Christ. He takes a long, cold shower, jerks off again in the process, and that doesn't resolve a damn thing. There's definitely something wrong with him, and that means he probably needs science to fix it. Which means facing Tony, and while they've made an uneasy sort of peace since Siberia, that doesn't mean he really wants to look at him and tell him that he has an erection that won't go down.
He gives it another fifteen minutes, and his dick is hard enough to hammer nails. He finds a hoodie to wrap around his sweatpants, because there's absolutely no way of hiding it, and makes his way down to Tony's lab. ]
Hey, Tony? You busy?
Steve Rogers, that's who.
He'd put an end to plant guy (who had apparently genetically engineered himself into a half-plant, half-human) and his weird ambulatory plant friends. In the process, he'd disturbed a bunch of hanging flowers that had covered him in pollen, and he hadn't thought anything of it, being immune to basically everything. Also, the plants had been trying to take actual bites out of him at the time.
A couple hours later, most of the bruises and scrapes are healed, Steve's showered all the sap and pollen and who knows what green stuff off and is hoping that there isn't any footage of giant vines kicking his ass being uploaded to Youtube. And then he starts feeling...weird. A little feverish, maybe, and he hasn't had a fever in decades. He shrugs it off and goes to work out.
Except halfway through working out, he feels arousal curl around his bones, the kind he can't ignore. He finds the nearest bathroom and leans his forehead against the cool tile, hands tugging his pants down and wrapping around his cock and pulling until he has the most intense orgasm of his life. There's a mess everywhere - Steve cleans that up - and he's still goddamn hard, as if he hadn't come at all.
Christ. He takes a long, cold shower, jerks off again in the process, and that doesn't resolve a damn thing. There's definitely something wrong with him, and that means he probably needs science to fix it. Which means facing Tony, and while they've made an uneasy sort of peace since Siberia, that doesn't mean he really wants to look at him and tell him that he has an erection that won't go down.
He gives it another fifteen minutes, and his dick is hard enough to hammer nails. He finds a hoodie to wrap around his sweatpants, because there's absolutely no way of hiding it, and makes his way down to Tony's lab. ]
Hey, Tony? You busy?