Tony stalked into the War Room in Avengers Tower with his arm full of paperwork, hastily shoved into a manilla folder. He wanted to be sure everyone had arrived and dealt with smalltalk before he got in, he was in no mood for interruption.

“Gentlemen. Ladies. I’ve called you here to discuss the course of action we will be taking.” He made his way around the long table in the center of the room to the head of it, nodding to those gathered inside. He nodded to Carol at the end of the table and slid his file of paperwork onto the table before him.

“Loki, Self-proclaimed god of Mischief and other worldly entity has … ” He struggled with the words, his grip on the back of his leather chair tightening slightly. “arranged things in a way that we’ve lost one of our own. This must not be allowed to be accepted.” He stared down for a moment, losing his voice and his train of thought.  He stifled his emotions and mentally slammed the cork back into that bottle. He needed to be strong for just a little while, and he needed to lead.

“My dad, always said,” he paused, shaking his head and clicking his teeth, deep in concentration as he leaned forward on the chair. “And probably most of your dads, the best defense is a good offense. I’ve been working with a few teams on trying to find the location of this… fugitive, and so far have come up with nothing. We’re likely going to have to either wait for him to show his slimy head again or we’re going to have to bait him out.” He paused,  scanning the room. 

“I know— I know that this is probably the last thing most of you want to hear, and god help me, no one wants to try to find this son of a bitch more than me, but, that’s not something we can really do at this moment.” He glanced over between Peter, Bobbi and Natasha with somewhat pleading eyes. He knew that they were probably hurting just as bad as he was in the scheme of things, but he needed their patience if his ideas were going to work.

“If anyone has any ideas, I’d like to hear them now.” He tapped the paperwork on the desk and slid around into the chair before the table. “This is for after the little brainstorming sesh.” He glanced over, noticing Johnny.

“Any ideas for us, Storm?”

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Oh, you wanna play it that way? Fine.

/holds Tony’s head still and leaves a big slobbery trail of spit across his cheek/

You taste like alcohol and regret.

[flails in his grasp, clawing at his hands, eyes somewhat wide with terror behind his sunglasses]

Wh-whoa! Hey now—

[breaks from his grasp and uses the back of his sleeve to wipe his face]

Let’s not get a tongue war started.  I’ll cross boundaries you didn’t even know you had.

You shouldn’t lick people if you’re not prepared to deal with the consequences.

And no tongue wars, I don’t know where your mouth’s been.

That’s…. pretty true today.

[socks him in the arm]

Although if you did I know you’d be jealous.

[wipes his face again, stifling a gag]

Let’s recap, shall we? Wonder Woman: yeah, she’s hot, but she’s also an Amazon. I’ll pass. Sif: not even from Earth. Pass as well. Tasha: she could kick my ass with one hand and both eyes closed. No way in hell. Steve: really? Not in a million years.

Yeah, I’m real jealous. /sarcasm/

Sounds like jealousy if I’ve ever heard it.

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Oh, you wanna play it that way? Fine.

/holds Tony’s head still and leaves a big slobbery trail of spit across his cheek/

You taste like alcohol and regret.

[flails in his grasp, clawing at his hands, eyes somewhat wide with terror behind his sunglasses]

Wh-whoa! Hey now—

[breaks from his grasp and uses the back of his sleeve to wipe his face]

Let’s not get a tongue war started.  I’ll cross boundaries you didn’t even know you had.

You shouldn’t lick people if you’re not prepared to deal with the consequences.

And no tongue wars, I don’t know where your mouth’s been.

That’s…. pretty true today.

[socks him in the arm]

Although if you did I know you’d be jealous.

[wipes his face again, stifling a gag]

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Oh, you wanna play it that way? Fine.

/holds Tony’s head still and leaves a big slobbery trail of spit across his cheek/

You taste like alcohol and regret.

[flails in his grasp, clawing at his hands, eyes somewhat wide with terror behind his sunglasses]

Wh-whoa! Hey now—

[breaks from his grasp and uses the back of his sleeve to wipe his face]

Let’s not get a tongue war started.  I’ll cross boundaries you didn’t even know you had.

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/eyes Tony with a raised eyebrow/

Nope, not gonna happen. Go back to mackin’ on Sif and whomever else.

How unpatriotic, Rhodester, It’s a national damn holiday.

And here I thought you were mister soldier boy.

National holiday? Find me a calendar with National Kissing Day on it and you can kiss me.

[yanks out his phone and presses a few buttons, before turning the small gadget to Rhodey with a smirk like the cat that are the canary.] Check it out. My phone calendar. What’s that holiday right there for today? Oh. My. guess what.

[throws his arms around Rhodey’s neck and plants a kiss onhis lips before licking up the side of his face from his jaw to his hairline.]

/shoves him away and wipes the spit off his face/

Damnit, Tony! That’s disgusting.

I totally walked into that one. Why am I not surprised you have that in your phone?

C’mon milkdud don’t be mad at me.

I’m just showin’ my affection for you.

Did you really have to lick me, though? It’s like we’re in highschool again. You’re never gonna grow out of licking people for fun, are you?

…are you really asking me if licking your chocolately head was necessary?

and no. No I am not.

“Chocolatey head”? What am I, one of those chocolate Easter rabbits?

[licks his lips grinning] No, you taste more like a sourpatch kid.

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/eyes Tony with a raised eyebrow/

Nope, not gonna happen. Go back to mackin’ on Sif and whomever else.

How unpatriotic, Rhodester, It’s a national damn holiday.

And here I thought you were mister soldier boy.

National holiday? Find me a calendar with National Kissing Day on it and you can kiss me.

[yanks out his phone and presses a few buttons, before turning the small gadget to Rhodey with a smirk like the cat that are the canary.] Check it out. My phone calendar. What’s that holiday right there for today? Oh. My. guess what.

[throws his arms around Rhodey’s neck and plants a kiss onhis lips before licking up the side of his face from his jaw to his hairline.]

/shoves him away and wipes the spit off his face/

Damnit, Tony! That’s disgusting.

I totally walked into that one. Why am I not surprised you have that in your phone?

C’mon milkdud don’t be mad at me.

I’m just showin’ my affection for you.

Did you really have to lick me, though? It’s like we’re in highschool again. You’re never gonna grow out of licking people for fun, are you?

…are you really asking me if licking your chocolately head was necessary?

and no. No I am not.

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/eyes Tony with a raised eyebrow/

Nope, not gonna happen. Go back to mackin’ on Sif and whomever else.

How unpatriotic, Rhodester, It’s a national damn holiday.

And here I thought you were mister soldier boy.

National holiday? Find me a calendar with National Kissing Day on it and you can kiss me.

[yanks out his phone and presses a few buttons, before turning the small gadget to Rhodey with a smirk like the cat that are the canary.] Check it out. My phone calendar. What’s that holiday right there for today? Oh. My. guess what.

[throws his arms around Rhodey’s neck and plants a kiss onhis lips before licking up the side of his face from his jaw to his hairline.]

/shoves him away and wipes the spit off his face/

Damnit, Tony! That’s disgusting.

I totally walked into that one. Why am I not surprised you have that in your phone?

C’mon milkdud don’t be mad at me.

I’m just showin’ my affection for you.

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/eyes Tony with a raised eyebrow/

Nope, not gonna happen. Go back to mackin’ on Sif and whomever else.

How unpatriotic, Rhodester, It’s a national damn holiday.

And here I thought you were mister soldier boy.

National holiday? Find me a calendar with National Kissing Day on it and you can kiss me.

[yanks out his phone and presses a few buttons, before turning the small gadget to Rhodey with a smirk like the cat that are the canary.] Check it out. My phone calendar. What’s that holiday right there for today? Oh. My. guess what.

[throws his arms around Rhodey’s neck and plants a kiss onhis lips before licking up the side of his face from his jaw to his hairline.]

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/eyes Tony with a raised eyebrow/

Nope, not gonna happen. Go back to mackin’ on Sif and whomever else.

How unpatriotic, Rhodester, It’s a national damn holiday.

And here I thought you were mister soldier boy.

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Have you heard what day it is, tall dark and grumpy?

National Kissing day? Yeah, I’ve heard. You seem to be celebrating with gusto.

So sue me, mocha-man. Give daddy some sugar first though.

Hell no. 

Should I be concerned that you’re going to run off with one of these ladies and leave me to take over Iron Man again?

Of course not, I’d never leave you, platypus.

[stretches arms with a grin] Now c’mon. Smooches.