Title: Just Getting Started
Fandom: MCU / Superior Iron Man
Rating: Explicit
Length: ~4000 words
Content notes: none apply
Author notes: this is an AU version of MCU events that mixes MCU stuff with Marvel 616 Superior Iron Man. Peter is slightly older in this universe and didn't meet Tony during the events of CA:CW. It's also written to fit 5 bingo cards and a this-or-that challenge. The kinks/options in question are: virgin kink, gentle sex, flirting, car sex, fabrics/feathers, and collar – in addition to the FFW prompt, bridge.
Summary: in an alternate reality from the main MCU storyline, Peter Parker and Tony Stark meet under very different circumstances and work themselves into a one-night-stand with potential for more.

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Everyone knew Tony Stark was an ego-maniacal jackass on his best days. Including Peter. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try to nudge him a little more toward the 'good guy' side of the divide. He had a vague recollection of a time when Tony was different. Before a magical mishap that changed a bunch of folks for a while. That had all gotten returned to normal, except, somehow, Tony hadn't. Peter didn't know how or why.

Ultimately, neither mattered. For a long time, Tony lived out in San Francisco, putting him a bit outside Peter's normal radius. New York needed Spider-Man's help. He couldn't leave. It was hard enough trying to finish his Masters degree while commuting between MIT and the city, but he was making it work. His photography side business even manages to keep him in enough cash to pay his rent and eat at least one meal a day. His friend were happy to trade food or meal funds for his tech assistance, which covered the rest.

Anyway, Tony was living in San Francisco. So Peter was surprised to swing around a corner while following a burglary suspect and find Iron Man – actual Iron Man, not a legion drone – holding the suspect in the air by one of his ankles.

"Looking for this?" Tony asked.

Peter latched onto the side of a building. "Hey, Iron Man. Uh, yeah. Can I have 'em back?"

"Nah. The cops are right there. I can just -" Tony let go of the suspect's ankle. The guy started falling toward the police cruiser below. Peter jumped to catch them, but Tony had that covered and caught the terrified suspect inches from the car. "Now you'll think twice about doing that again, huh?" Tony asked the trembling man who was still hanging upside-down.

Peter landed in time to hear the exchange and watch Tony hand the suspect over. That wasn't how he would've handled it, but it was handled.

He peered at Tony's hand on his shoulder when the guy clanked over in his armor and patted him. Then he peered up at the man himself. "Welcome back to New York, I guess, man."

"Let's go grab a coffee," Tony said, steering them toward a nearby local coffee shop doing it's best to fight for dominance against the big name chain across the street. It was performing this task by being quaint and subtle. Maybe it was working.

Tony, now out of his armor, ordered coffee and coffee cake as they sat in a booth by the window. Peter, still in his Spider-Man suit and mask to maintain his cover, stared across the table at the billionaire. What was going on right now?

"Stop staring at me with those bug eyes. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Spiders are arachnids. And that wasn't my immediate concern." Though that could be rapidly changing depending on the next several minutes.

Tony looked up and thanked the barista with a wickedly gleaming smile when their orders were delivered. "How are you liking MIT?" he asked as he doctored his coffee.

Peter wasn't interested in the coffee sitting in front of him. "Uh, fine. Why? Wait -"

Tony smirked. "It's MIT. I always know what's going on there. You're studying chemistry, right?"

Peter nodded. "And robotics. Why?"

"I'm making conversation." He sipped his coffee. "This would be really boring if we just sat here drinking coffee and staring at each other."

"No, I get that, but why do you care?" Maybe he was a little cranky that Iron Man had horned in on his patrol. He didn't mind getting an assist, but tonight, it just rubbed him the wrong way.

"You're a chemistry genius. Why wouldn't I care?" Tony bit off a corner of his coffee cake, tongue sliding out to catch a bit of cinnamon sugar on his lip. Peter kind of hated that he found that attractive. "Fine. Forget school." Tony brushed a crumb from the corner of his mouth. "How about sex?"

Peter was slightly dumbfounded for a moment. "What?"

"Sex. You've heard of it, right?"

"Of course."

"Have you done it?"

"Not sure that's a relevant discussion topic."

Tony smirked. "So that's a 'no'?"

"Did I say that?"

"You didn't say anything. So..."

Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "My answer to that question won't change any of this."

"I thought you were more fun than this," Tony said with a roll of his eyes. "All this hero power and you're not just out getting laid left and right?" He shook his head. "Though, I gotta say, if you've never done it, that is really hot on the right person. Not on everyone, but on you? I can see it really working. At least for me."

"That what you're into? Banging virgins?"

Tony laughed. "I'm into a lot of things. Including Spider-Man using dirty words."

Peter rolled his eyes – a gesture that still didn't translate well to the suit's lenses. "Man, what are we doing here?" He was more than willing to have a friendly chat, but this was way more personal than he tended to get with anyone as Spider-Man. Though he was relatively sure Tony had figured out who he was, he didn't want to risk exposing his identity in public.

"We're talking. Don't like this? We can go somewhere else. I can get a car here."

Peter peered across the table. "What?"

Tony snorted. "You know I know who you are, right?" He sipped his coffee. "I'm not gonna out you. I just wanted you to know that I know."

"Great. You still haven't told me what you want."

"Shit, kid. Do you really not get it?" When Peter didn't give an affirmative response, Tony continued, "Wow. It really is that bad." Head dipped into a hand as he shook his head. He sighed. "Come on. Let's get out of here." Tony got up from the table, leaving the rest of his coffee cake behind.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you," Peter stated and adamantly remained in his seat.

Tony laughed. "You'll follow."

Peter hated how right Tony was. He stayed seated for as long as he could manage, but did get up to follow. Curiosity dragging him out the door only to find Tony standing next to a sleek black car. The driver came around to open the door and Tony motioned Peter to get in first.

Curiosity still piqued, Peter stepped into the car. Tony got in next to him. The divider was already up between the front and back. Beyond that, it was a really nice car. Plus interior seats that could recline. This was the nicest car Peter had ever been in. There was even a minibar complete with mini-fridge on one side. This was amazing.

He turned to Tony. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"With a car? No." Tony had poured drinks and handed one to Peter. "With this maybe." He grinned. "You can take that off, by the way. Change back into your street clothes."

Peter held the drink in his hands. "No, I can't."

"I told you, I know who you are."

"You did. Yeah. But I don't have my street clothes with me."

Tony's face fell for a moment. Then he burst out laughing. "So, you're naked under there?" He made an effort to pluck at the tight suit.

"Almost," Peter tossed back. That wasn't the only reason he was wanting to leave his outfit on. He was already having a difficult time keeping the physical response he was having to all of Tony's comments and innuendo under control. Taking off his suit would not help that in slightest.

Tony crooked a finger at him. "Come here, Parker." When Peter didn't immediately respond, Tony said, "Take the damned mask off and come here."

Peter let the internal struggle play out in his head for a few seconds before mentally throwing up his hands and letting himself live a little. This whole night had been a mess. As irritated as he was about Iron Man stomping all over his turf, it was actually a big help after spending the whole night stopping petty crimes and rescuing pets. Someone else stepping in to take over or take charge was a bit of a relief.

He slid across the car, easily straddling Tony's thighs when Tony guided him there. Reaching a hand to the top of his head, he tugged the mask free and shook his hair loose.

Instantly, Tony's fingers were in Peter's hair. Rubbing at his scalp and lightly tugging the strands. Peter couldn't hold back the soft moan form his throat. Or the slight rock of his hips to brush against Tony.

"That's it," Tony purred against Peter's mouth. "Just let go. Relax. Do what feels natural."

Peter was torn. Part of him thought this was a very bad idea. Another, maybe larger part, really really wanted to grind hard against Tony until he came all over himself. It had been a long time since he'd been with someone. He'd been busy with school and patrolling and his side work and hadn't been able to make time for any sort of personal life recently.

"Don't stop now," Tony whispered. "You had a good thing going."

He hadn't realized he's stopped moving. He was thinking too much again. Lifting his head, he saw Tony staring right back at him, eyes hooded and lips lightly parted. His own body reacted to that with more grinding against Tony's hips.

He rubbed his cock against Tony's midsection. Pressing closer, his movements changed from a slow back-and-forth to a faster circular motion. Tony's fingers immediately tightened in his hair.

"So you have done this before," Tony growled as he leaned closer.

"Never said I hadn't," Peter rumbled back.

There was a soft electronic sound that seemed to be somewhere distant, but he was sure was inside the car. Then a cool breeze brushed his face. Tony's fingers tightened in his hair again, forcing him to tip his head back.

"Look up," Tony said in a voice that almost felt like a command.

Peter tipped his head back more and looked upward. The moon-roof of the car had been retracted and Peter could clearly see the sprinkling of stars in the night sky behind the buildings of the skyline and the bridge towers rising over the city.

Bridge. They were crossing a bridge. Where the hell were they going? Was Tony taking him back to Queens?

"Head in the game, Parker," he heard Tony breathe into his ear.

He didn't lower his head – the view out the moon-roof was amazing – but he got his thoughts centered back on what he was doing.

Now he started to roll his hips downward a bit harder. No sense leaving his partner out of the fun. When he heard Tony grunt, he knew he had the right pressure and motion.

"Fuck," Tony snarled, one hand moving to grip at Peter's hip. The other remained in his hair. Tony groaned again. "If you get us off in the next five minutes, I will show you the best night of your life."

"What happens in five minutes?" Peter panted.

"We reach our destination."

Peter nodded. It was the best he could do while also concentrating on trying to get both of them of just grinding their cocks together. Rather than frantically trying to get it done, he focused on what had been working before. Steady, deliberate movements that gave friction in just the right places.

He was almost there. But he was starting to think Tony was holding back to make him fail. A rational part of his mind reminded him that this whole thing started with Tony hitting on him at the coffee shop. So, why would the man try to get out of fucking Peter if that was his original plan all along? He wouldn't.

Peter kept rolling his hips against Tony's and leaned forward to suck and lick at the man's neck. Tony groaned in his ear and bucked up against him. Moments later, they were both moaning through their orgasms.

Finished, Peter let himself slump against Tony's chest. He wasn't planning to move for a few minutes at least.

That had been the plan anyway. Less than a minute later, they'd pulled up into a parking garage and Tony was dragging him out of the car behind him. They reached the elevator, and Tony pressed him against the elevator wall even before the doors closed.

"You have anyone fuck you before?" Tony growled as he tried to figure out how to get Peter's suit open.

Peter shook his head. "Not – not a man." But how thrilling was it for Tony Stark to be the first?

"Been with a man at all before?"

"Do handjobs count?" Peter panted against the wall and tugged his arms out of the suit.

Tony pushed the fabric over Peter's hips, his shorts too. "For the sake of calling you a virgin? No. After I fuck you? Maybe."

Peter felt Tony rub against him, hard. It made him groan. And he pressed his fingers into the wall hard enough to form dents. If Tony noticed, he didn't seem to care. "Here in the elevator?"

"Unfortunately not this time. But we'll table it for later if you want." He spun Peter around and lifted him off the ground. The elevator doors parted, spilling them into the residence of Iron Man himself.

If they hadn't been stumbling across the living room at breakneck speed to get to the bedroom, Peter might have been able to take in the décor and the view. All he got a glimpse of was a dark blue sofa and a few blinking lights from the skyline.

In the bedroom, Tony dropped Peter down to the bed and dragged the Spider-Man suit the rest of the way off. He threw it over his shoulder, then tore off Peter's underwear. "You don't need these while you're here," he rumbled.

As the cool air conditioned air hit his skin, Peter shivered. When Tony dragged his fingers down the length of his chest, he shivered again. He definitely didn't get this enough – people touching him gently and sensually.

"You really haven't done this, have you?" Tony asked, head tilting to one side. He leaned back a bit and started to undo his shirt.

"I haven't, no." A beat while he watched the slow reveal of Tony's broad chest. "But I want to."

Tony let his pants drop to the floor. "I had this plan. I was going to throw you down and fuck you through the mattress. But I can't do that now." He leaned down to trail his fingers up the length of Peter's thighs from knee to hip. "Scoot up the bed, settle in. Stick a pillow under your low back. I gotta get a couple things."

"You are ruining all of the images I had of you, man," Peter tossed back as he did what Tony instructed. Shifted up to the top of the bed, he was nearly in ecstasy just sinking into the pillows and the comforter. This bedding was softer than anything he'd ever sat on. Clouds wouldn't be this soft.

"What? Because I'm a shrewd business man, I can't be nice to the people I fuck?" Tony asked, strolling back across the bedroom.

"Not what I said. I just said it was ruining the image." He was sure he sank farther into the softness of the bed.

"I'll have to work harder then." He held up a condom. "Yes or no?"

Peter's brows knitted together. That wasn't the question he was expecting. "Uh – up to you. Since I'm assuming you have an understanding of my physiology…" He stopped talking when Tony pressed a finger to his lips. "Right. Sorry."

"Don't be nervous," Tony said as he tossed the condom to the nightstand before crawling onto the bed and settling between Peter's thighs.

"I'm not. I always do that." Why did he say that?

"Okay," Tony said, smoothing one hand along the outside of Peter's leg. "I'm a little afraid you're going to crack my bones with how damned strong you are."

Peter blinked up from where he was staring at Tony's cock. "I – I'll try not to do that. Promise." His tongue slid out across his lips. He didn't think he was going to break Tony's bones, but he was starting to think he was going to lose it if the man didn't hurry the hell up.

Tony smirked at him. "Good." He clapped Peter's leg, then clicked open a bottle of lube. "You ready? Need music or anything?"

Peter shook his head. "No, I – this is good. You?"

"I'd love to put a collar on you, but I think I can wait on that for a bit still. Maybe next time."

"Next time?" Peter asked while watching Tony generously coat himself with the lube. "You're already thinking of next time?" No reason he shouldn't, since Peter was already thinking about that collar idea. If he was honest, he wouldn't mind trying it this time, but, he also liked the idea of making Tony wait for something. Peter, though, would be thinking about it for the rest of the night.

That wicked grin bent Tony's mouth again. "Obviously. I would never limit something like this to just once. I can already tell this is going to be good."

"You can tell that just from looking at me laying in your bed?"

"I could tell that just from watching you swing around the city in that spandex." He reached his wide hands to Peter's hips and tugged him closer. Peter could feel the tip of Tony's cock bumping against his skin. It made his legs tingle. "So, don't disappoint me, Parker."

"No promises," he tossed back as he waited.

Tony's wicked grin appeared again, but every movement he made was slow and deliberate. He pressed against Peter's hole and pushed forward, directing Peter to breathe and relax.

While Peter was able to make his body relax into the damned soft bed and pillow, he wasn't able to get his mind to slow down at all. He was spinning ideas and feelings – the sensation of the silky comforter under his skin, the light stretch and burn as Tony pushed his cock into him, the thought of a collar around his throat with Tony's fingers wrapped in it while he fucked him – he was definitely getting a little ahead of himself and needed to slow down a bit.

Tony reached up to brush a thumb against one of Peter's taught nipples and he nearly leapt off the bed at the sensation. Tony just laughed. "Stay with me, eh?"

"Sorry," Peter breathed, "semi-sub-conscious thoughts rattling around. I didn't disappear, just split my focus for a bit."

Rocking his hips a little bit, Tony pressed in more. "Yeah? Tell me what's distracting you from how awesome my cock feels sliding into your ass."

He'd been doing great, but that made his face flush with heat. Fuck. "I – um… I was just – I mean..."

Tony laughed again. "On anyone else, that would annoy the shit out of me."

"Uh, thanks?" Was that supposed to have been a compliment? Fuck this guy. Well, this guy was fucking him, but maybe this would be the only time. Dammit.

"Don't pout." He closed his eyes as he gave one more long, slow press forward, sighing as hips pressed tight against Peter's. "Fuck you feel good. Talk all you want."

"I didn't think you brought me here to talk," Peter quipped. He was acclimating to the feeling of having Tony's cock buried in his ass and surprised to find his words coming so smoothly. Especially when what he really wanted was to wrap his legs around Tony's waist and drag him forward, closer, though there was no 'closer' for him to get.

"I didn't. Doesn't mean you can't." Tony sighed a little groan. "It is going to be so hard not to just fuck you into oblivion," he breathed. "But I said I was gonna go slow, so I will."

And he did. Tony went so agonizingly slowly that Peter was nearly crawling out of his skin after the third time Tony drew his hips back and pushed in again. It was so good, but so slow it made Peter's spine itch. But, at the same time, he didn't want to ask Tony to go faster. Even if he was annoyed with the bastard, he wanted to draw this out and make it last. It was good. He wanted to hold onto that for a long long while.

Peter's cock was already incredibly hard and over-sensitive before Tony wrapped his lubed fingers around it. So when he finally did, Peter was surprised he didn't come immediately. His hip flexors definitely got a workout as Tony's fingers moved over his flesh, thumb across the head. Peter wanted to scream.

"I don't know why you're holding back on this, but it's fucking hot. If you're waiting for me, don't feel like you have to," Tony panted over him, still stroking his cock, still fucking slowly into him.

Was he holding back waiting for Tony? Not consciously, no. Though, the second Tony said he didn't have to wait, it became a real struggle not to immediately let go.

He managed to hold out a few moments more – a couple more of those slow thrusts from Tony – then he spilled himself across his stomach and chest in long milky ropes. He didn't quite scream, but he was on the verge the entire time.

Tony kept fucking him at that same excruciating pace. He released Peter's cock in favor of rubbing all of that come into Peter's skin. Peter saw the moment Tony was ready to come. His eyes darkened and his pace quickened ever-so-slightly. When Tony gave one more thrust in, Peter tightened his legs around the man's waist, drawing him in closer to feel Tony come deep inside him.

Tony let out a low groan and his hips jerked one more time before he slumped down against Peter's chest, panting against his neck. "Definitely doing that again," he breathed with a chuckle.

"You wish," Peter quipped, letting his legs fall back to the bed. He wasn't going anywhere any time soon. His whole body felt like half-firmed jell-o.

"You haven't gotten enough of me yet, kid. You'll be back." Tony rolled to one side, his cock sliding free of Peter's body as he dropped to his back beside him.

Peter rocked his head to look at the man beside him. "I think you have that backwards, man."

And that was how he started an on-again/off-again sort of frenemies-with-benefits relationship with goddamned Iron Man. What the fuck had he been thinking? Why did he let this man suck him in like that? Hot and sexy was fine, but the man was a monster. Peter had heard about what Tony'd done in San Francisco. And he wasn't okay with that at all. But, he was also aware of some of the programs he'd started to put in place in New York. And they were starting to work.

Peter didn't think Tony's moral compass had completely shifted, but something was going on. Something was changing. Peter would be keeping an eye on Iron Man for the foreseeable future.