#dark!clint barton

     Chapter One:- The Invitation

As the newest employee of Stark Industries you had no idea what you were doing at this rocking party.  But then again if you thought about it honestly, Tony and Pepper did seem to admire and appreciate your work ethic, so in one way it was no surprise that you'd ended up here.  That said however, as a highly overworked assistant, parties were never really your scene and coupled with the Avengers themselves being in attendance and there was not enough alcohol in the whole damn tower to get you through this entire night.

But then again, maybe that had been an oversimplification of how you had really ended up here to begin with.

      --- BEGIN FLASHBACK ---

Switching off your computer and bending down to pick up your bag so that you might actually leave this place at a reasonable hour for once, a shiver ran along the length of your spine however as the words "listen darling" echoed through the silence of the deserted office now and told you that the quick exit you had hoped to make was about to be snatched away once more at the very last minute.  Just like he usually did.

Waiting patiently then until you straightened back up, Tony Stark stood before you in all his pristine glory as you turned towards him fully now to hear what size of a workload he was about to dump on your desk again at the last possible minute. But he, as it turned out, had other ideas on his mind instead.

Moving his hand from behind his back however, he simply extended an elaborate envelope in your direction now with the proviso that you have a good night and open it only when you got home.  Which stunned you into absolute silence at first.  At least until you recovered your faculties and took the offered envelope from him.

Thanking him then since he hadn't screwed up your night, yet still highly apprehensive as to what the envelope might contain, you slipped it into your bag and all but ran out of the office instead before your workhorse of a boss decided there was still some small annoying service you could provide for him that had you crawling into your shower with just enough time to freshen up before your work day started up all over again.  Which was how most of your nights had really ended since being Tony Stark's assistant had become your professional job title.  And still, you celebrated this little win.

Turning off the ignition and stepping out of your car outside your apartment later, while having made it home at a reasonable hour for the first time in a very long time, you threw off your shoes upon entering your apartment and plating up the spaghetti bolognese you had picked up on your way home, settled onto the couch then for a relaxing night in front of the latest romantic comedy that popped up on your TV screen.  At least until your meal was over and your bag called out to you as if some unseen force had taken control of the damned thing.  And in a way you supposed that it had, for what else was Tony Stark if not an uncontrollable force of nature.

But still, that was a problem for another time as your hand now reached across the vacant section of the couch to pull at the bag where you had placed it and drag it towards you before reaching inside and pulling out the envelope he had handed to you earlier.  The same one he had told you to open only when you were finally relaxing at home.

God, the audacity of the man.  Even now he was placing orders on your free time.  In your very own home no less.  Damn him.  If you had any backbone at all you should simply show him you weren't the type of woman to be ordered about by tossing the bag back where you had pulled it from and carrying on with your own activities.  But the man had trained you too well it seemed.  Had flipped a switch that somehow wanted you to please him in all aspects of your work.

Still, this wasn't work related you reminded yourself, but your hand it seemed wasn't listening as you removed the envelope from the bag anyway, carefully ripped it open and let out an exhausted and exaggerated sigh as your eyes took in the words laid out in elaborate script before you ... your presence was requested after hours for a party at Stark Tower.

Damn him, could the man just not?  Why couldn't he just get on with his own life, allow you to do your work and then retire home until the new cycle reset itself the next morning?  Why did he want all his employees to be some type of social butterflies?  Or was this going to be his new thing going forward now you wondered if the rumors about himself and Pepper splitting up were actually true?  Filling his weekends with parties and distractions in the hopes of luring some besotted or unsuspecting female into his bed to satisfy his baser needs and convince him that he was still somehow relevant?

Well to hell with that if he thought you might be one such candidate.  Where was that extra workload now when you needed it most?

Suddenly feeling exhausted now beyond your years, you read through the note one more time and understanding from the wording that this was one party you weren't getting out of attending, you finally had enough it seemed.  Accepting defeat instead, you tossed the invitation down on your coffee table, headed off to bed and thankfully woke up refreshed to a new day until the realization now of what lay ahead greeted you once more.

Shower.  Breakfast.  Work.  Dinner.  Shower Again.  Dress Appropriately.  Pretend To Enjoy The Party Atmosphere.  Arrive home at some ungodly hour.  Sleep Saturday away.  Try to fit all of your housework into Sunday, before showing up at work again the following day.  God, it all sounded like the longest day of your life already and you had only just opened your eyes.  How on earth were you supposed to make it through your basic work day, nevermind the hours that came afterwards?

Damn, you no longer felt refreshed now.  In fact, the more you thought about it, the more you accepted that you would rather simply phone in sick, crawl back into bed and sleep away the day under the covers.  But you would never be that type of person and Tony Stark knew it.  You were just too professional for that and so you did what you always did ... got up, headed off to work all shiny and new and powered through your enormous workload until the day ended and evening found you back at the tower now and heading in to see what the night had planned.

       --- END FLASHBACK ---

Which was unfolding all around you now in a rather surprisingly relaxing fashion if you said so yourself.

Taking in the scene before you, Tony was being a fantastic host, the rest of The Avengers seemed more than willing to mix, talk and have genuine conversations with anyone wanting to show any kind of interest in what they did or what they had to say and even the drinks kept flowing.  Hell even looking around from your seat at the bar every so often, you were greeted with yet more mundane social interactions as Bruce and Natasha's flirted effortlessly with each other, Thor and Steve entertained some people, who from your vantage point actually looked like serious to goodness war veterans and later, observing the scene from the balcony above, some of the guys went so far as to engage in a friendly game of pool with more of the guests.

You simply couldn't believe how normal the whole event seemed.  And yet, that's exactly what it was.  All in all the night and the party seemed to be a roaring success and while you now might have been trying to figure out what had been so disastrous about being here, this thought would later come back to haunt you forever when a lone figure shrouded in a darkened corner decided that the night needed something extra to make it all the more memorable and so followed through with his wicked scheme.

Finding yourself seated now by the corner of the bar as Clint, Steve and Tony tried to entertain you and one up each other with tales of various deeds of bravery they had performed while saving New York from the Chitauri, you would have marveled at just how unreal this unique situation was now if another occurrence wasn't about to take place however and alter the rest of your night in ways you never could have imagined instead.

Muttering incoherent words no mortal around him could speak, let alone understand, everyone now was so engrossed in the conversations taking place within their own various groups, yourself included, that no one present noticed or acknowledged the green glow that enveloped yourself, Clint, Steve and Tony. Then again, even if they had what could anyone really do about it when, both it and the god who conjured it, disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared.

But still, as the night wore on, it would seem his actions had cultivated the desired results regardless.

Standing alone on the upper balcony and sipping champagne before the floor to ceiling windows now as your eyes took in the glorious vista outside and tried to comprehend not only your place in this vast universe, but more importantly your presence again at this very exclusive party, your thoughts were wrenched away from that very task however by the reflection that joined you now and the eerie silence that accompanied it.  Which in turn brought about the realization that time had continued on and events had somehow unfolded differently as your attention had lay elsewhere.

Having let your hair down, figuratively speaking, and relaxing more and more into your surroundings the longer the party had progressed, you had lost yourself to the relaxing atmosphere to the point where time had kept on ticking by and the entertainment room looked completely different now from the scenes that played out here only moments earlier.

Turning your back on those same windows now as Tony greeted you with his customary smile, the eerie silence confirmed that all the other guests had left and as a result, part of you told you it was time to leave as well.  However another stronger part, a part you didn't even recognize, whispered to you instead to empty your glass and just go with the flow ... whatever that was.  And so without any further explanation that's exactly what you did.  Though why, you didn't know.  But that mattered little with what unfolded next.

Watching in silence now as Tony took the empty crystal from your fingers before flinging it off somewhere to his right where it shattered violently against the wall, you would have asked him what the hell he was thinking or doing, but another new and surprising development held your attention instead as the iron avenger walked you forwards now to take in the remains of what had once been a thriving and energetic party scene overflowing with guests that had long now disappeared into the abyss.

Looking down on the deserted floor beneath you now, you began to wonder just how much time you had spent staring out of the window or what had happened to you that you had failed to notice all of the other guests departing, but it seemed this was a mystery that was not about to get answered any time soon.  For some other mystery was playing out here now however, and you it seemed were an integral part of it all.

Stepping back from Tony now and the railing that ran around this upper balcony to reach the stairs, you watched in wonder and apprehension as those same stairs now echoed with the footsteps of not one or two, but three other men who quickly joined the man that had first made you aware that things had changed all around you.  But how would those changes affect you?

Forming a barrier around you now that was neither a circle nor a square, Steve Rogers stood at your back, an immovable sentinel against any attempt you might make at moving away from the man before you.  Standing at your front, as his eyes ran the length of your body before locking with yours, Tony's words then should have sent terror screaming through every cell in your body, but instead it simply brought your focus to the other two men taking up positions on either side of you now.

Smiling tenderly at you next, as they followed through on what their host had just ordered, Clint and Loki unzipping your dress and helping you out of it should absolutely have been the catalyst to tell you something evil and sinister had taken root here, for there was no other explanation for Loki hanging out so casually with any of these guys.  But instead it was now apparently your turn to get in on the action also and acknowledge that what affected them had captured you also.

At least that's what your next course of action seemed to confirm.

Watching Tony's lips move now as he encouraged you to "help yourself," you hesitated at first and placed your hands over your chest and intimate area, but some otherworldly force seemed to take control of you however as you slowly turned to face each man, before smiling slightly now at the authoritative billionaire and daring him with your own forceful response instead.

"No boss, I think I'd rather watch you boys strip each other instead.  Only if all of you are up for the challenge, that is?" you countered, and if you had expected them to balk at the idea and turn you down flat, you were both sadly mistaken and pleasantly surprised.

Smirking back at you now with that same arrogant grin that infuriated you numerous times during your working hours, all four guys simply nodded in unison now before Loki focused on Steve and Tony transferred his attention from you to the waiting archer on your left.  Placing their hands on the opposite men's upper body now, your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets and your mouth cried out for some more of that cool and refreshing champagne as shirts became undone, chests became bared and like you, soon most of their clothing was tossed off over the railing to land somewhere out of sight beneath all of your feet.

Not that you gave those items another thought.  After all, how could you?

Tony and Clint kissing now as Loki and Steve did the same held all of your attention and fascination however, but it seemed they hadn't forgotten about you either.  All of them kissing you in turn next was a totally mind blowing experience and one you would have questioned and strongly objected to under normal circumstances but what continued to happen afterwards only proved that nothing right now was taking place in the realm of normal behavior.

Separating from you and returning their focus back to each other, each of the men removed their shoes now before Tony this time turned to Loki while Steve and Clint found themselves facing off against each other.  Standing still between both couples then as your breathing tried to right itself from the demanding tongue sucking session all of you had just partaken in, your mouth again felt drier than the Sahara desert now as you watched what happened next and tried to convince yourself that none of it was real.

But the sounds coming from both couples however told you otherwise.

Placing their hands on each others waists now before belts opened up and trousers fell to the floor around their waiting ankles, you would have covered your face with your hands and peeped out through your fingers like a child watching a scary horror movie, but the guys it seemed had the perfect distraction in mind to ensure your attention was well and truly where it was supposed to be.  The specimens flanking you on all sides.

Standing in nothing but their boxers now, you knew any other woman in this situation would have been thinking of what lay hidden beneath the fabric displayed around you, but a more interesting observation caught your eye instead and forced a tiny laugh to bubble up your throat and bring four sets of raised eyebrows fully around to you now as they silently questioned what it was that had brought about such a reaction.

Not that it was anything remotely like what they had expected once you finally spoke however.  Thinking that you had already perused their various packages and found them wanting or lacking in some way, their laughter now joined your own instead as you quickly explained that you had not expected them to be kitted out in the colours of their superhero counterparts.  And it turned out your observation was spot on.  Turning to examine each other now as if to confirm what you had just pointed out, they all had to agree how right this uncanny coincidence happened to be however as Tony's bright red boxers and Loki's green ones contrasted beautifully with the darker hues of Steve's blue ones and Clint's purple.

And still, they were nothing compared to the invisible ones you currently wore considering they had divested you of everything except your shoes when your dress had been unceremoniously removed moments ago to expose your body to their wandering gaze.  An oversight you now quickly rectified as Clint stepped aside and allowed you to kick off the shoes you were left in towards the same spot that now housed your earlier shattered champagne glass.

Closing that opened space again then, your attention was now back on all four men and perhaps it was only right then that you should return their favor.  So licking your lips now and turning slowly to give each of them the once over, you didn't know where exactly the feeling came from, but suddenly you really wanted to have some fun.  And so the only question left unanswered now though was where to start.

Stopping first before Clint and moving forwards so just a hair's breadth separated the both of you, you now mischievously skimmed your fingers along his shorts to feel his package in the hopes of receiving some kind of response.  But it seemed he was on to you.  In fact they all were.  Taking it in turn now to stop before each one of them and fondle them through their boxers, you were just about to give up and accept defeat, as well as a bout of dizziness from your circular movements, when a groan at last proved Tony to be the weakest link however.

It seemed the billionaire playboy could only handle so much teasing.

Leaning forward now to kiss him passionately as the other guys then closed ranks to trap you tighter against their bodies, all five of you once more fought for dominance over each other in this endless exercise in foreplay until oxygen and primal needs became far more important however than whose lips, tongue or teeth could garner the loudest reaction.  For it seemed all of your bodies had had enough.

Moving slightly back from you again now as oxygen travelled back in to all of your lungs, you next placed your hands on Tony's waist and winked at him cheekily before pulling down his boxers and waiting on your knees as he obligingly stepped out of them.  Repeating the same process then on Loki, Steve and Clint before tossing the garments off to the side, you now found yourself literally facing four very different cocks that were all designed for the same purpose however ... bringing you hours upon hours of unbridled pleasure.

But who should be the one to kick off that experience?  Of course, it was the billionaire’s party and he was your boss during normal working hours.  But once more, he wasn’t the boss of you here.  So this decision lay with you.

Torn between Clint and Tony then for practical reasons, thinking that as unaltered humans their equipment should be relatively easy to handle, the longer you stared at them and compared them to the god on your right and super soldier at your back, the more you realized however that there was no such thing as an easy to handle shaft where any of these four men were concerned.  Thick and long to varying degrees, though nowhere near as impressive as the item Steve possessed, taking the archer and the iron avenger in your hands, you knew your pussy was in for a treat.  And one hell of a workout regardless.

But first you had to wake them up.

Ignoring Tony completely now, given that you never really had the power to do so in your working life, you turned fully instead to face Steve's impressive tool and taking it firmly in your hands marvelled at both the feel of his flesh and the reaction you pulled from him.  For it seemed he at least was not far off ready.  So closing the distance between the two of you then and placing your mouth over his head, you held him between your lips just long enough for him to finally take charge and that was that.

Placing his hands on your head now, the blond patriot began moving you along his shaft at a pace that suited him, while somehow still being mindful that he was a lot to handle.  And while you would have liked to thank him for this small consideration, your occupied mouth was now to be joined by your occupied hands however and as good as you were with multitasking, keeping your lungs working while sucking Steve off and now pumping Clint and Loki to full mast with your hands seemed to be all you were currently capable of.

Yet still you were more than up to the task it seemed by the actions that followed next.

Smiling around the meat in your mouth that was currently trying to nudge its way into your throat, your hands swiftly let go of the other guys erections just long enough however to find out if a sudden thought that occurred to you could shut Tony up from the complaining that was presently spoiling your very good mood.  Bitching that you were spending too much time and energy on the other three guys while he was left to stand by and simply look on, you now shocked everyone by taking a hand from Clint and Loki and placing them now on Tony's package to see what reaction would unfold.  And once the initial shock wore off, you weren't disappointed by their actions either.  For now all five of you worked together.

Returning your hands back to Loki and Clint once more now, as Steve continued to test your limits and the guys got Tony all worked up, if the sounds coming from behind and above you were any indication, the chorus of gasping and moaning, groaning and thrusting would have been more than enough to bolster your ego for more than one lifetime under normal circumstances, but it seemed you still had one more trick up your sleeve despite the ache in your tongue and the tightness of your jaw.

Feeling a change in Loki and Clint, at the same time that Steve began to lose his rhythm somewhat, you thankfully managed to free yourself somehow from the grasp of the blond and slipping out between Loki and Tony, laughed uncontrollably now as all four guys looked after your moving form, shocked that you had managed to move away before any of them had finished.  And still they were actually a little impressed, though they weren't about to admit that to you.  So instead they moved on now to the next part of the night's activities.

Fascinated now as Steve and Clint coaxed Loki across the floor beside you, your attention remained glued on the two avengers instead of the fact that you were still kneeling where you'd left them as their movements now made you temporarily forget that Tony had yet to receive any substantial attention from you.  For this was a scene you had never even thought to imagine, let alone to actually witness.

Watching Clint lay down on the floor as Loki and Steve then fell to their knees between his powerful legs, Loki's mouth closing around the archer's member had you moaning in unison with Clint now until something flew over your head to land in Steve's outstretched hand and divided your attention instead between the scene unfolding before you and the man raising you back up now to a standing position before him. 

Listening to Tony whisper in your ear next that Steve lubing up his cock was about to bury it deep into Loki's waiting ass, your feet began to move you closer towards them now to get a better view of this erotic and terrifying experience, but the host of the party it seemed was done waiting for you to acknowledge his needs.  Standing in front of you now at a speed you couldn't quite fathom at this precise moment due to other more fascinating concerns holding you in their thrall, your hand now joining Tony's on his cock brought at least some of your attention back to the billionaire playboy though your eyes never left the scene playing out before you however.  That was until Tony took complete control at least.

Manoeuvring you backwards towards the glass wall of windows now, though your eyes never left the rhythmic movements taking place between the other three guys, the metal railing running behind your back now trapped you between it and the billionaire and made you focus instead on what lay ahead for you now.  For the look in Tony's eyes revealed intentions his mouth was not yet ready to give a voice to.

Lifting your ass onto the same railing now, before stepping between your legs and rubbing his length along your soaking intimate area, he wondered briefly to himself just how much of your arousal was for him and how much was as a result of what his buddy's were currently doing to the god between them, but it seemed his impatience couldn't really care enough to find out.  His cock too was weeping to feel you clamp around him and as a result he was done waiting.  So as in all aspects of his life, he finally took the required action.

Catching his head on your entrance and thrusting upwards at the same moment Steve began thrusting into Loki, the shock to your system might have been jarring under normal circumstances, but nothing happening here was normal however and the time you had spent arousing the guys had indeed done wonders for you also.  Which made his passage all the more seamless.    Now if only he could get your mind to disconnect.

Continuing to follow your gaze to where two avengers currently had an Asgardian god sandwiched between them as their bodies worked in some weird, magical, sexual dance, Tony was just now realizing that though your body was doing exactly what was expected of it, your mind was still on the other participants in tonight's activities.  And he was sick and tired of having to compete.  So it was time then to employ stronger tactics and take things a step further.

Holding you in place still and summoning forth his suit's thrusters now from somewhere deep in the bowels of the tower, yourself and himself leaving the ground with his cock still buried deep inside your pussy should have had you worrying about slipping from his grasp or falling to the ground, but right now those thoughts or any others weren't even registering in your brain.  For Tony's next actions brought a thousand other questions hurtling through your mind.

Skillfully turning you around on his cock and squishing your breasts against the glass now in a manner you knew that was bound to leave unexplainable streaks, you would have loved to continue watching Steve and Clint turn Loki into a writhing and whimpering mess, but other things right now held your undivided attention instead.  Not the least of which was Tony's cock pounding vigorously into your sopping pussy or the impressive view of the night sky just beyond the glass.

For that's what had you questioning Tony's actions however in this present moment.  Was your naked body on display for someone other than those taking up the entertainment space in Stark Tower?

Could someone in the buildings across the street see what was happening here right now?

What were the chances of someone, janitor, night staff, another avenger, showing up and calling the authorities thinking that all of this was some sort of supernatural occurrence?

And of course, there was that overriding question as to how long more Tony could keep up his punishing rhythm while his hands and cock seemed to be the only things, other than his thrusters, holding you in this precarious position?

Not that you truly got to think on these questions however as Loki crying out around Clint's weapon from something Steve had done to him proved just too fascinating a distraction for you to ignore.  And so your head now turned away from the glass and sought out the scene of this distraction instead until Tony brought his lips beside your ear and shame filled your consciousness at the words he whispered to you.

"What's the matter darling, is my package not enough to satisfy your greedy little cunt?  Would you rather now be watching the soldier and the archer spit roast an Asgardian instead?  It is quite the scene," he confirmed now between powerful thrusts of his shaft and though you refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging that his cock was indeed doing things to you that you had never before imagined, your head instead tried to convey that right now the other guys held no sway over you.

But somehow he could tell that this was a lie.

"No, no, no darling, don't deny it," he admonished as you continued to shake your head in protest, but he would not be disagreed with.  "I know you like what you're seeing and hearing despite what your head is telling me, because every time the guys thrust into Loki this precious cunt of yours grips me a little tighter," he added and this time you turned your head away as his fingers descended towards your clit and your traitorous walls clamped around him hard once more at the same time Clint and Steve held Loki firmly between them and shot their loads into the god writhing between them.

Though this was only what you had presumed had happened given that Tony had also chosen that same moment to rub and pinch your clit vigorously while his cock now pounded your pussy, resulting in your own body kissing the glass window at a far faster speed than when his thrusters had first introduced you to its cold and unforgiving surface.  No, it really was just enough for you to concentrate now on what was happening between your legs rather than giving any more thought to what the three guys were getting up to.

After all, that information could be discerned later if Tony ever let your body return back down to the ground.  For now, all you could feel and think about was breathing through the high that Tony's cock was pushing you towards.  And as he pulled out and thrust back in one last time while the two of your came together in shouts and spasms as rope after rope of warm cum mixed with your juices and allowed the ripples spreading from your core to travel the length of your body, all you could really do was be thankful at least that Tony was there to lower your aching body back down to the floor below.

For you couldn't remember ever having come that hard before.  And you didn't think you would again.  But the night was only just beginning.

Easing you gently onto the floor next to Clint then, as Loki and Steve lay stretched out on the other side of him now, the iron avenger next settled himself on your other side while his lips gently pressed against yours with the promise that a short respite was necessary so that more fun could be had before the dawn's light tore away any closeness that would follow.  And it was certainly a promise that was fulfilled many times over.

Somehow remaining conscious throughout the following few minutes, the guys now gently and sweetly exchanged kisses and caresses with you and each other and kept your body thrumming in an excited sexual state until you next found yourself emptying a glass of water by the bar as Loki and Clint joined you there with a look you knew now meant only one thing for sure ... trouble with a capital T.  The kind that Tony had just promised.

And that's exactly what followed next.

Taking the empty glass from your hand now and exchanging a look with the god beside him, Loki and Clint helped you up now onto the end of the bar and though you didn't quite know what they had planned, it didn't take long for the scene to become clear to your befuddled mind.  Even if you weren't really sure how they planned to execute it.  But that you supposed was part of the fun.  Joining yourself and Loki back at the bar with a cushion for you to rest your chest and arms on, Clint now stood before you in all of his chiseled glory while Loki cooed in satisfaction as he raised your lower half onto your knees and brought his length in contact with your still dripping pussy.  An action you weren't entirely focused on however as your eyes now travelled beyond Clint's frame to the other scene taking place behind the archer's back.

Laying himself on the stairs now in a position that looked highly uncomfortable and had your back screaming out in silent protest, Tony now winked at you before seating himself on Steve's chest facing away from him so his focus was now on you, Clint and Loki.  Not that it stayed there for very long however.  Bending over next to place his mouth over Steve's impressive length, just as yours had been moments ago, Steve grabbing hold of the iron avenger's legs then and moving the brunet's lower half towards his own mouth would have told you all you needed to know even if Clint hadn't chosen that exact same moment to move his own package towards your gaping mouth.  For it seemed his teammates' actions had finally shocked you and given him an opportunity he wasn't about to pass up.

Working in tandem with Loki now, whose own godly attributes were currently doing amazing things to your pussy, Clint thrusting up into your mouth at this awkward angle might have had you fighting back for some relief, or at the very least wondering how he was managing to pull off such a feat, but his words instead had you more than distracted from what was currently going on throughout the rest of the room.  "You feel that honey, the slight chill meeting the warmth of those precious walls?  That's the true magic he creates," Clint now finished with a wink towards Loki and as he chose that very same moment to sheath his rod completely in your oral cavity and pump his load down your throat, you knew no answer would be forthcoming from you.  But the archer it seemed had other ideas.

Pulling out of you then as you swallowed what you could while the rest of his cum made its way down onto the floor below, Clint moving away behind the bar now made you ache out for a drink also to soothe your aching throat, but like he said Loki was working his own special brand of magic and that was taking up all your focus now.

Thrusting slowly into your vaginal canal, so that now that you had nothing else to distract you you could feel every single pull and push of his erection, you were also able to compare it with Tony's actions earlier and the contrast was familiar.  Of course, not in regards to size or even girth if you were honest.  After all your eyes had confirmed that there were only minor differences there when you had been down on your knees between all four guys as this night had just kicked off.  The difference here was just as Clint had described.  Chilling to a point that it was what you imagined ice would feel like if it had been inserted into your vagina as you had sometimes come across on the odd porn website you viewed, this seemed to be on a whole different level however given what the god behind you could do with the tool at his disposal.

Ice after all was usually just inserted and left to melt away through a woman's body heat while her partner pleasured her body with their  or watched her reactions to this new sensation.  That however was not the case here.  Loki could move his shaft as he had happily been doing.  Or he could simply leave it there, just like the aforementioned cube of ice.  But he could also make it colder and turn it back to flesh too if he so wished.  So the possible sensations he produced had you moaning out his name and begging for more now.

At least until Tony and Steve came together on the stairs in front of you, separated from each other and the patriot spoke now while Tony caught his breath.  "Pound that pussy good Loki.  Fuck a frost giant into her and see if that will get more of a reaction from her," Steve now encouraged the god of mischief and if you weren't inclined to participate much before, things had changed completely now.

Shoving the cushion beneath you onto the floor now as Clint walked past with a drink each for Steve and Tony, you now rose up onto your hands and tried to free yourself from Loki's grasp, but the god proved more than capable of holding you at bay.  Moving his hands from your hips now and holding you back against him instead as his powerful arms encased your chest, the two of you came together then as all three avengers looked on and the curses you wished to release gave way instead to screams of "oh yes Loki.  Give me more."

Which of course is exactly what the god delivered.  Fucking you through your first orgasm together and remaining hard and cold within you still, his hips continued to thrust forcefully now against your ass and as you finally admitted you couldn't hold out any longer, the two of you came together once more and you would have thought that his shaft would return to normal as his orgasm subsided, but the darkness claiming you then meant that such a discussion would have to wait until consciousness returned.

Not that you'd be thinking about scientific questions like that however when you actually managed to come round once again.

Opening your eyes again some few minutes later, though to you it felt like hours had passed, you now found yourself flat on you back atop the pool table with a cushion once more resting securely beneath your head with no recollection of how or when you had ended up there.  But that wasn’t your most pressing concern right now.  No, instead it was the four sets of hungry eyes all staring back at you as if you were a meal prepared specially for them.  And in a way you supposed that's exactly what you were.  Though you couldn't figure out why.

And that wasn't the only thing you couldn't figure out.  Why had you stayed behind when the party had ended?

Why were you willing to do these things with the men around you?

And why now were you waiting with baited breath to see what they had planned to do with you next?

Not that you got the chance to ask that last question however as you tried to give it a voice with little to nothing actually coming out.  It seemed your throat was temporarily overworked.  But at least the guys were on hand to offer you assistance in this situation too  Steve manoeuvring you upwards into a sitting position as Tony handed you a hot whiskey with honey to help lubricate your throat seemed like just the kind gesture any partner would do for their significant other and was definitely more than welcome as far as you were concerned, but the two guys who'd just put you in this situation earlier now it seemed were not quite finished with you just yet.

Pumping their cocks back to life at the end of the table as Tony watched you empty your glass and Steve complimented you on what a good girl you had been all night, Loki and Clint moving towards you now as the blond behind you pulled you back down atop the table would normally have had you scrambling against him to get away, but once more something stopped you as a green glow from Loki's eyes caught your attention instead and made you wonder if your mind was playing tricks on you.

At least until the guys got on with the next part of the evening.

Joining you on the table now and straddling your chest as Clint settled himself between your legs, Loki pinching and slapping your tits as the archer made himself at home within your pussy should have had you complaining about their rough treatment or egging them on to do more, but it seemed a different sensation was currently taking up all your attention however.

Not remotely designed for the activity it was currently being used for, the felt on the pool table presently being used as a bed by yourself, Loki and Clint was grating terribly against your back and ass and as you used your hands to tried and lift yourself from its harsh and unforgiving surface however, the guys just doubled down as Steve and Tony joined in the action also.

Taking a hand each now and holding your wrists so their cocks could receive a bit of attention as well, Loki moving forward those extra few inches now to shove his cock into your waiting mouth at least shut up your protests about the uncomfortable surface beneath you, but did very little otherwise to stop your body from reacting to the horrible sensation.  That it seemed was up to the avengers to accomplish.

Placing his hand against your abdomen now and holding you in place as his shaft continued to leave its own mark within your well used pussy now, Clint hitting your cervix and rubbing continuously against your g-spot should have had you seeing stars, but at this stage there was just too much going on both around you and within.  Too much overstimulation for one mind and body to possibly comprehend.

Tony and Steve holding down each of your shoulders, were also using your hands to jerk themselves off while egging you on in ways that made you realise just how different the two guys actually were.  Praising you nonstop for how well you had taken all of them so far and how beautiful your body looked full of their equipment and their cum, Steve was gentle with his pumping motions but Tony was the complete opposite.  Naughty to the point of asking Clint if he could feel his shaft moving within you beneath his palm, he didn't wait for an answer however before bending closer to your ear and whispering a promise your pussy hoped would come to pass, if the groan and curse that Clint released was any indication at least.

"Tell me darling, have you ever had two in there at once?  No!  Well, maybe later we'll tie you to my bed and really break this body in."  And while normal you would have told him to fuck off and take his deviant behaviour with him, your eyes at present must have conveyed a totally different sentiment however if the looks that Loki, Steve and Tony exchanged were any indication.  Not that your words were needed once Loki started talking.

"Oh guys, look at that fire.  I think our little plaything would be quite open to such an adventure.  What do you say pet, a god and a super soldier too much for you to try out first or should we let the humans have a go?" Loki now panted out between thrusts and while you would have loved to tell him to get stuffed also, it seemed that task alone fell to you.

Releasing their loads within you now at the exact same moment Tony and Steve came also across your face and chest respectively, you now were just grateful at least that your lungs could get sufficient air back into them once more and the friction on your back had started to subside.  Now you'd just have to find a way to relieve the tenderness left behind there.  But in that regard the guys had your back here too it seemed.  Literally.

Extricating each of themselves from your body next, while also continuing to heap boundless praise on you for everything they had put you through so far this night and the enthusiasm with which you had taken it all, whatever force had kept you with them had you thanking them also for the pleasure they had given you, but it seemed they weren't done yet.

Moving all five of you to the nearest oversized luxurious couches next, Steve laying down and allowing you to take his length into your pussy had you questioning now if what Tony had suggested was about to come to fruition, but the guys it seemed still had other ideas.  Kissing you tenderly and reminding you of how good you had been to each and every one of them so far and they in turn had been to you, the familiar sound of a lube bottle opening up once again should have had protests spilling forth from your mouth at the thought of someone taking you where Clint had taken Loki earlier, but that apparently was not what was happening just yet.

Feeling some lotion hit your back as Tony stood above your head and Loki joined him at your side, six hands massaging over the irritation caused by the pool table told you now that not only had Clint settled himself between your legs, but all four guys really did know just how to treat you right.  After all, the lotion was soothing, their fingers kneading and flexing the tender flesh was just divine and Steve biting your lips and fighting with your tongue was just the treatment you needed right now to send you off towards some blissful slumber.

But it seemed they didn't want you sleeping, they just needed you to be more compliant.

Holding Steve's cock snug within you still as they continued to manipulate your body to a state that would better suit their wicked intentions, some slight pressure now on the ring of your ass muscles should have exposed them for the liars they were and  told you that Clint was indeed shoving his manhood where no one had ever gone before, but you weren't really willing to object.  Slicker than you would have expected and only slightly uncomfortable given the fact that Steve's incredible length was still taking up every inch of your lady garden, a long keening moan was all the acknowledgement they received from you now before Tony next joined the fray and slotted his own tool into your welcoming mouth.

And if you thought that was where this session ended, you were sorely mistaken.

Raising up your left hand then, as your right tried to hold Tony's thigh at bay, Loki's rod now made its presence known to you once more while Steve and Clint worked you between them at a pace that somehow suited all three of you.  Not too harsh, but at the same time none too gentle given all that you had shown yourself capable of putting up with, the entertainment center was once more filled with the sounds of your over enthusiastic couplings.  And while you should have been sweating buckets from the workout your body was now receiving, the cold hand gliding along your back told you Loki was employing his considerable gifts once more to make your experience with them one that definitely landed in the realm of pleasure.

Now if only the same could be said for the others unfortunately.

A simple reminder of the contrast earlier between the cool glass and Tony's body heat, the same heat radiating now from Steve beneath you and Clint behind you told you that neither guy was going to last much longer and as all five of you came together once more your body secretly wished that this was finally it.  After all, your mouth, your pussy, your tits, your ass.  All had been well and truly broken in now as Tony had referenced earlier and given that it had truly been one long and never ending day, you could really do with the rest.  But these men were nothing if not relentless.  Continuing to pound your lower regions once more as Loki and Tony now headed off over towards the bar once more, yourself, Steve and Clint came together a couple of more times before the archer rolled onto the floor beside you and Steve and signalled that the night was at last was finally over.

"And.. There." Clint said as he finished adjusting your aim. You let go of the bow and just barely missed the middle of the target.

"Look at that! You're doing so well!!" Clint said, smiling at you. "Well, not as good as you!" You joked, punching him in the shoulder. "It takes time, kid. I'm sure you'll get there. Now, stand here…" Clint motioned, and you did. He placed his hands on your hips and adjusted your stance.

You noticed how his hands lingered a little bit but paid no attention to it.

He moved in a bit closer, pressing you back against his chest as his hands went to your shoulders, adjusting them. When they were done, they went back to your hips, gently rubbing up and down. “Uh Clint?” You asked, confused as to why he was still up against you. “It’s fine. This way, I can better control your shot.” He said and you nodded hesitantly, pulling back your bow.

That’s when Clint moved his hands, one of them trailed upwards and the other trailed down. His right hand groped over your breast, while his left trailed to that special spot in between your legs. “Clint what are you-” The hand that was at your breast moved to your mouth. “Shhh, pretty girl.” He said, not removing his right hand as his left slipped into your pants and into your panties.

He started palming your heat as you struggled against him, dropping your bow and arrow. “Stop moving. I know you want this.” He said, moving his hand faster and you moaned against his hand as his skilled fingers toyed with your clit.

“See? Already such a moaning mess for me.” He said, beginning to kiss on your neck. You tried to struggle, but as Clint brought you closer to the edge you found it harder to hold yourself up.

Clint shoved a finger in your tight cunt, not wasting any time thrusting in and out. He could feel you squeeze around his finger, getting right to the edge, and he pulled his hand out and away from you. You cringed at the way your body ached for the touch, begging for that sweet release. “Not yet. I want you to do something for me.” Clint said, his left hand abusing your breasts. “I’m going to let go of your mouth, and when I do, I want you on your knees. And you better not scream, got it?” You nodded and Clint kissed your temple and took his hands off of you.

You thought about running but you knew he’d be faster than you. That’s even if he decided to chase you, seeing as though he could easily go for the alternative and shoot you.

Hesitantly, you bent down to your knees, a few tears that you were holding back, finally breaking through. He smiled at you, though it seemed more threatening than sincere.

He began undoing his belt, taking out his hard member. “Look at you, sitting all pretty for me.” He stroked his shaft and you choked back a few sobs. “Clint, please don’t-” He slapped your face before you could finish. “I didn’t say you could talk.”

“His hand trailed towards the back of your head before yanking on your hair, tilting your head back. “Now open that pretty mouth for me.” He said, placing the tip of his length on your bottom lip.

You cringed, opening your mouth while he slid his member down your throat. “Breathe through your nose.” He said, holding himself in your mouth as you swallowed against him. He groaned as he finally started thrusting himself in and out of your mouth.

He continued to throat fuck you, both praising and degrading you as he reached his close.

“You like this you fucking whore? You like me abusing your throat?” He said, continuing to do just that. After what felt like forever, he finally came down your throat. He pulled out and you tried to spit out his spend but he held your mouth and nose closed.

“Swallow it.” You did so and he let go. “Good girl.” You got up, trying to hopefully get away but Clint grabbed your forearm.

You always wondered on those nights, with your feet circling over your head- an endless repetition of stationary cartwheels- would his intentions veer direction when he released the knives? Would they be thrown to hit you instead of miss you?

Those nights, his blades nicked your arms and thighs. Because how fast could you run away with chafing and bloody thighs?

Everything and nothing you did seemed to antagonize Clint. It was always more gas to an already lit temper and you were too tired of skipping through his mine field. So you shut down and wouldn't argue back. You saved time by apathetically agreeing with him- it was the quickest way to get him to leave you alone.

Thumbing the garter, you gave in once again without meeting his eyes. “You're right. I missed it.”

But belly up and submissive was the wrong response tonight. With a hot snarl, Clint stepped further in the trailer, annoyed with your mindless agreements.

“Stop fucking around out there! If you want me to hurt you, come out and say it- I will.” he said, tightening his threat around you. His knuckles whitening on the table’s edge when he bent down to your field of vision. “Christ girl, are you even aware of what you're doing anymore?”

You remained quiet on your knees, garter and garments in your hands. You weren't usually a person to admit defeat but you were too tired, too apathetic from constant fighting.

In the beginning, the arguments led to makeup sex- boisterous, rough and fun. But now they left you drained and him disgusted with your lack of response. The quick barbs that were once traded cheekily, now left a residue of despondence and boredom.

You were starting to fear it wasn't just the disagreements you grew tired of- but your husband as well.

These days, the less emotions you held for Clint- the more his boiled, because he noticed all your lackluster movements. Even the light reflecting off the scratched and cracked costumes' sequins held more life than your eyes.

The only times you showed him any emotions were during your acts, and a part of him grew envious and resentful of that. He knew something was wrong, but didn't know how to fix it since you weren't sharing.  

So maybe he did grip you tighter and pull your restraints harsher. Maybe this was a small way to ensure himself that he could still keep you close. A way to see if your blood still moved under your dull skin and cold shoulders. And maybe he became resentful how you needed to be anchored down and spinning with blades hurled at you, in order for him to witness the slightest sign of life in your eyes.

It's been too long since you really looked Clint, even longer since you held a gaze of adoration. Weeks ago when you last fucked, you stoically told him to take you from behind.

He started off with dominating kisses, trying to pull some form of passion from you. He trailed his hands down your body but was met with no response. He didn't feel you shiver or lean into his touch like you once did. Even with his fingers deep inside you, hooking themselves how you liked- you remained emotionless, reaction less.

You fought with yourself in showing him any positive responses. The man still made you wet and edged you closer for release, but you withheld any satisfaction for yourself or him. As the moments ticked by, his temper ticked higher. He knew what you were doing- even before you told him to hurry up, get it over with.

He wished he had removed his hearing aid earlier when catching what you said next.

“Just… take me from behind so this can end,” you lamented.

It ended with you flipped over, face roughly smashed down in the bedding. Clint chased his own orgasm, cursing you under his breath with each harsh thrust. Finally, you let yourself feel something- and you felt like shit- even after your thighs trembled through your orgasm.

The door slammed behind him and the costume trailer rocked over the waves of Clint's anger. Dropping the garments, you locked the trailer door behind him and watched him walk towards the lunch tent. The fortune teller's words echoed in your head from last night's reading.

The tarot cards hated you, you were sure of it. You could practically hear them snickering at your future; colorfully arranged on the table, a mosaic of misfortunate fate. Your friend flipped the last card over, dragging her eyes up to meet yours. The incense circled in the air, spiral patterns aiding the message. Your friend braced herself before translating the cards, the soft jewel-tone lighting in the room did little to soothe as you waited for her to speak.

“He's your person,” her ringed fingers ran along the last card's edges.

“Can't be.”

“He's your forever person.”

“Repeating that doesn't make my reaction change.”

“And you denying it, don’t make my cards any less true.”

“We fight... all the time.”

“Oh love, you two will get past this. It'll take time and bending on both sides, but it'll get better.”

“No,” You shook your head admittedly. “My person wouldn't pick fights with me like he does and his wouldn't feel like I do towards him.”

“And yet, I don't need my cards to know you both love each other. The arguments will stop,” your friend held up a card. “This shows it will, but you both need to communicate. Have you tried? And not in your usual way of communicating, one shouts- the other remains silent.”

“Hate that you wasted the good incense on me for this crappy message,” you muttered, glaring at the table.

“Stop trying to burn holes in my cards, love. They don't lie. People do, especially to themselves. But not my cards.”

You knew what she meant. You might still love Clint but you were having a hard time with liking him.

Slouching back in the chair, you looked around your friend's trailer. Scarves draped over lamps creating a serene, glowing rainbow. Soothing music mixed with the incense. All these aids for calmness but you still felt anxious and confused. Were you annoyed you'd still be stuck with him or relieved you’d still have him? Maybe it’d be better to be away, at least for a little while?

“Don't do it,” your friend warned, giving a knowing look to the thoughts rolling in your head.

“What are you on about now?”

“I know that look. Stop plotting. Stop avoiding. No more playing possum. Don't make a run for it and leave him behind. One, he wouldn't let you. And two, you're fated. You can't out run fate, love. No one has enough endurance for that.”

Narrowing your eyes at the unintentional challenge she gave, you pondered, “I could try though, couldn't I? We only need some space for now.”

“Look love, all the best tragedies tried running out fate. That's why they're tragedies. And you know what they found out? In the end, fate treated them far worse for their escape attempt. Don't make fate drag you back home by your ear. You may not have an ear left, if you do. ”

“You are insanely dramatic and that doesn't even make sense. If you're fated to an ending you don't want, it's already a tragedy. Regardless if it's accepted or not.”

“Oh be quiet, you knew what I’m getting at. You're stubborn and stupid, but I still find a way to love you,” your friend chided. “Find a way to clear your head and not lose your husband. Go home- and stay home. Think about talking to him- and then, talk to him. That’s what’s needed. We both know you'd be worse off if you left. Could you really leave this showman life? Because that's what would happen.”

“...I could always come up with a solo act.”

“How much time would that take? Which company would you join once they hear you ditched yours mid-act? What are you going to do- throw knives at yourself?” your friend scoffed. “How fast can you run? You going to throw a knife from one end of the tent and then race up onto the target before the blade lands? Go home, to him.”

Maybe you couldn't permanently leave this life, but you sure as hell could take a short reprieve from it. There was a gap between shows after tomorrow's performance. You could slip away after the act and take some time for yourself before arriving to Minneapolis for next week's show date. It'd give you at least four days to yourself. Small but promising, if you timed everything correctly- you were starting to feel better already.

That night, you packed a bag while Clint drove to town with Thor to promote the show. While hiding your bag, a soft knock came at the door. Your friend stood outside your trailer, the setting sun and her colorful skirt clashing with one another.

Before you could greet the fortune teller, she warned, “Don't do it, love.”

You exhaled a huff of disbelief before an inhale of annoyance took its place, “I'll see you in Minneapolis.”

You closed the door on her, her reminder that you couldn’t run away from fate dying in her tongue.

___

“What changed?” Backstage Clint wiped his face with a towel, the crowd still cheering for your completed act.

“New day, new attitude?” you quipped playfully.

Clint hummed lowly at your response, “We need to go over the new trick before Minneapolis' show.”

Shit.

“Um, yeah sure. How about tomorrow?”

“No,” Clint was all business when it came to new routines. “It'll be tonight after this one ends. We'll lose too much practice time between now and next week with the traveling.”

“Clint, it'll be fine. We can wait till Minneapolis.”

He hissed out your name and pulled you away from the acrobats lining up for their cue. “I'm not fucking around. We practice tonight. Stay by me, I don't need you trying to sneak off just yet.”

____

“Stand by the target,” Clint instructed. “We only have an hour before the next group comes to practice.”

“Just one group? Why aren't they here now?”

“Most are resting or packing for tomorrow's departure. Loki and his new assistant are the only ones adding anything new to their routine. Said he's rechecking the water tanks before he'd be able to get in here.”

“Wait, another assistant? Already?”

“Claimed to have a good feeling about this one. Slide the ramp up to the target and climb up, we need to sort some things out.”

Kissing the tips of your fingers, you pressed your hand on the edge of the target for good luck. Positioning yourself against the large circular target, you slid between the hip bars and twisted around on the small foot ledge. Hearing the ramp creak, you looked up startled to find Clint right in front you.

“God, you scared me. Why are you up here, what's wrong?”

Clint stepped to the ramp's edge and crowded your minimal space.

“Clint?”

He brought his finger up to your lips, “Shh, gonna see which side I need you to be angled at.”

“This isn't how we usually-”

His fingers ran over your cheekbones and trailed them under your chin. Left to right, his slowly manipulated your head to each side.

“Clint?”

He hummed, raising a leg off the ramp's edge and wedged his knee between your thighs, “Figuring things out, seems I need to memorize you.”

You bit your bottom lip feeling Clint settle more of his weight on the target's ledge, spreading your legs further apart. His body heat began seeping into your skin.

“O-oh, okay..” you said, uncertain of his next movements.

This was not how he usually planned a new act. Normally he'd stand at the throwing line, practice his arm movements to spot his placements. Then he'd tell you how to angle your body for the knives to landing accurately.

But with him right there, pressing you back against the target and crowding your space- your body was slowly waking up.

His chest rubbed over yours as he leaned in further, running his hands over your arms. Collaring your wrists, he drew them away from your body and guided your arms higher up along the target. The raised edges from the knife markings scratched your skin, snagging your sleeves as he moved your arms above your head.

The warm touches and slow movements teased your body more. The familiar mold of your back against the dimpled target made you relax and drop your guard.

Clint ghosted his large hands down your arms and over your breasts, making you moan softly. You realized how much your body missed him.

As you got lost in Clint's comfort and leaned your chest into him, you missed how his anger gradually brewed. You started to feel again, started to yearn again- and the more he noticed your eyes brighten, the more you missed his darken.

He suddenly took a step back. You grabbed the target's hip bars to steady yourself, your foot almost slipping. Before you had a chance to shake yourself out of the haze his touch put you in, Clint strapped your wrists down to the hip bars and walked off the ramp.

He positioned himself at the throwing line and pulled a knife from his back.

The target shook as the blade landed next to your strapped hand, grazing your knuckles.

You hissed, more surprised by Clint launching a knife without signaling you first than the slice he gifted.

The target shook again, vibrations radiating out and the wood rattling against your back. Turning your head, your reflection greeted you in the large blade by the side of your head.

Your heart rate quickened- none of this was routine, “Clint- what are you-”

THUD. The target shook harder. Vibrations smacked into the back of your calves and ass.

This time you hissed from the pain. Two knives on either side of your thighs; your leggings ripped, skin cut.

“What the fuck, Clint?!”

THUD.

A knife hung above your shoulder, more vibrations knocking into your back.

“I can only get a reaction from you when you're up there,” Clint seethed.

THUD.

A knife speared the hem of your shirt, catching your waist. You winced from another cut he delivered.

Light flashed off the blade Clint twirled in his fingers, “Found your fucking bag. You were just going to leave, huh? Just like that?”

THUD.

The knife embedded itself into the target, next to your neck.

“Clint, stop!”

“Why? You're only you when you're up on that thing- in danger. I'm helping you find yourself, baby.”

THUD.

Straining your neck up, you saw the knife's handle over your head.

“What the fuck do you want, Clint?!”

By the time you moved your head back to face him, Clint was on you. He reached between your legs and pulled the knife stuck between your inner thighs.

“I want you,” Clint spat out. “Only ever wanted you.”

He grabbed the top of your leggings and pulled at the waistband. Before you could yell, he ran the knife between the apex of your thighs and cut the seam of the leggings.

“Gonna fuck some life back into you.”

The strips around your wrists and hands cut into your skin as you tried moving them off the bars, “Not like this, Clint!”

You didn't recognize him as he pushed your sliced panties to the side and ran his fingers over your folds.

“Clint, please-”

“Baby,” Clint smirked at you. “I can feel your pulse starting up already.”

He dipped two fingers in you, your slick helping his way. Your breath hitched and your back smacked against the target as he circled his knuckle around your clit.

Pulling his fingers away from your core, he brought them up to your trembling chin and ran them over your bottom lip. His mouth covered your moan as he undid his pants.

“No baby,” Clint moved back from you and grabbed the knife embedded over your shoulder. Taking his free hand, he squeezed your cheeks open and laid the flat of the blade between your lips, “Me first.”

He ran a hand over his length and stepped up to you. Your ass pushed against the target as he pushed himself into you, one of your legs involuntary wrapping around his waist.

The edge of the blade scrapped the corners of your mouth, your teeth bit down on the steel. Clint rocked into you, the back of your head knocked along the target as he gripped the blade's handle.  

“Fuck, baby,” Clint grunted, tightening his grip on the knife. “Feel so fucking good.”

You whimpered around the metal, Clint's hips snapping dangerously into you. Your core tightened around him when your whimpers grew. Clint took the knife from your mouth and smashed it into the target above your head. He pace quickened as he grabbed your hips

“Undo my wrists,” you begged between moans, “want to touch.”

“Fuck what you want,” Clint growled out your name and drove himself deeper in you. “Tell me you're staying..”

“..Clint...”

“Tell me.”

Strapped down with Clint deep in your pussy, you didn't want to out run. You just wanted a release.

“Sta-Staying,” you choked out through your orgasm.

Clint’s breath hitched when he felt you squeeze around him, sending him over the edge.   

“I missed you,” you confessed, your head resting on his shoulder.

“We still need to talk and practice the act, baby.”

“We will. Can you untie me now?”

“Nah,” Clint smirked and reached above your head for the knife. “More practice first.”

“Clint, we're not fucking in front of an audience-”

      Chapter Two:- The Aftermath

Opening your eyes the next morning then and coming back to the walking world to a scene reminiscent of a frat house kegger and a headache to match, the activities of the previous night and the horror it now turned into grew around you in stages as each naked body made its presence known to you once more and quickly took the place of the pounding between your ears.  For focusing now in the cold light of day, another glaringly obvious absence stood out however against the backdrop of your current location.

Stretched out atop his strong frame as his cock still wedged itself deep inside your aching and well used pussy, Steve failed to stir beneath you now as you slowly and carefully separated yourself from the sleeping patriot and looked around swiftly to ascertain where best to relocate yourself to in order to both come to terms with what you had done and contemplate your next move going forward.  Neither of which proved to be a welcome task given the sudden throbbing throughout your body that made itself known to you now the second you started moving.  But there was little that could be done for that however.

Thankful instead to slip off of both himself and the couch beneath unnoticed, you now found a vacant spot to gingerly sit upon, as your ass too reminded you of the workout it had also experienced while its last occupant drew your attention next to the body on the floor as Clint rolled over onto his side and muttered something about someone being so good.  A phrase that triggered yet another memory of what had taken place here once all the guests had left for home.  A memory you now wished you could consign to the annals of fantasy where such recollections truly belonged.  But fate was not that kind to you.

Recalling now in blinding clarity all the ways and places he had taken both yourself and Loki the previous night, the mere thought of the trickster's name had you looking around the room now to see if you could indeed locate the green eyed serpent whose magic you suspected had facilitated this whole debacle in the first place.  But as you feared, he was nowhere to be found.  Which in an odd way both surprised and didn't surprise you given who he was.  And while part of you still didn't want to believe he could be responsible for such deplorable events you had other more pressing matters vying for your attention at this current moment.

Namely the interesting sight that appeared out of the corner of your eye suddenly as if compelling you to check it out.  Which is exactly what you were forced to do.

Ignoring the absence of the Asgardian menace, at least for now, while rising from the couch and lifting your feet carefully so as not to wake the soldier or the archer, the sight of an equally naked Tony Stark laid out across the bar with his glorious ass on full display would have had you wondering too if this was the fallout from Loki and Tony having their own moment together, if it wasn't now for all the concrete images and information flooding back to you or the strategically placed envelope nestled snugly between the billionaire's cheeks however.

An envelope that promised insight and answers to be sure, if only you were brave enough to seek it out?

Staring between the three Avengers now and the green square of paper calling out to you, no movement from the three oblivious guys still sharing the entertainment room with you convinced you however that perhaps time was still on your side for now.  So why not make the most of it?  After all, with what each of you had gotten up to last night, what was the worst that could happen now?

So picking up the first shirt you came across now and putting it on to at least maintain the illusion of modesty, you then did a quiet, yet thorough search of the remainder of the room simply to confirm what your gut and your eyes already knew to be true.  Loki had somehow scarpered off as he was wholly accustomed to doing.  So that was that and there was nothing else to be done about it, so why waste more of your precious time?

Continuing on your quest then, the snoring coming from the handsome billionaire continued unabated as your hand reached out slowly and snatched up the waiting envelope.  An envelope that now resembled so much the same one that had landed you here the previous night.  And as a result the real horror of what had occurred since leaving work was about to be laid bare before you.

Stalling momentarily however in the fear that releasing it from its previous position might unleash some more unexpected chaos, your surroundings staying the same as your night-time lovers slept on indicated at least that they were probably well and truly worn out.  Which normally would have made you laugh uncontrollably at the state of each avenger, if you yourself hadn't been a somewhat willing participant in the orgy that landed them all in their current state.  A state you hoped now that they wouldn't remember ... even if you did.

So setting aside this thought also as the paper in your hand brought you back now to why you were still standing here in the first place, carefully turning it over, opening it up and reading the contents sent the cold touch of death slithering down your spine however in a way that didn’t quite mimic what Loki had down to you the previous night.  For that was done in pleasure and this revelation was anything but.

Following the words laid out before you, everything you had experienced since arriving at the party, and to a certain extent since you had accepted that very first envelope, had indeed been orchestrated by none other than the god of mischief himself.  For it was Loki, disguised as Tony Stark, that had appeared before you in the office as you prepared to head home after another day of slaving away for the billionaire playboy.  It was Loki's magic that had infected you and the three unconscious heroes around you and as such had  caused all four of you to participate in the events that now tried to worm their way back into your overtaxed mind.  And it was Loki that had now disappeared, leaving nothing behind but this flimsy explanation of what he had done.

But flimsy didn't even begin to cover it really, for the whole previous night had been an exercise in one crazy sexual exploit after another.  You.  Tony.  Steve.  Clint.  Loki had used his magic to violate all four of you while also having each and every one of you be a more than willing participant in said violations.  He had revelled in your moans, delighted in your gasps and committed to memory the elation of each and every one of you calling out his name at various points throughout the hours all five of you had spent ravishing and claiming each other over and over and over again.

And though you weren't exactly sure how you knew how he had felt, the knowledge was somehow there all the same.  Though it didn't change the fact that the bastard had up sticks now and disappeared, leaving behind this sorry excuse for a note.  No, he instead had slinked off back to wherever it was he slinked off to, while the damage and devastation he'd left behind was someone else's job to clean up.  But whose exactly? 

Holding onto the note still and knowing what you now knew, were you really supposed to explain to three avengers that Loki was behind the previous night's desecrations?  Assuming they even remembered what had occurred.

Damn and blast that bloody trickster.  Why couldn't he just leave very well enough alone or at the very least stick around to help undo the chaos he had created?  Why instead did he have to blow up whatever took his fancy and then leave someone else to clean up the mess?  Not that he was here to give you any kind of answer mind you.  Sighing deeply instead now as these thoughts kept rattling around in your brain while your eyes once more took in the scene all around you, sneaking out as you had earlier planned took on a whole new meaning now however in light of what you had just discovered.

Could you do as Loki had done?  Could you walk out of here too and take the note with you?  But what then would that mean for your future?

Could you go back and work for Tony Stark while never speaking of this encounter ever again?

Could you, or would you even be allowed to walk away and start your life anew somewhere far away where Loki, Avengers and magic-fueled orgies only existed within the covers of the latest best selling fictional fantasy?

Hell, were you even now completely overthinking this whole situation on the assumption that the guys would remember everything that had happened here just mere hours ago?

No, maybe this was your burden alone to carry.  Maybe Loki had chosen you as the latest mortal to toy with when pestering his brother Thor became less fun than it usually was.  Maybe your plan to walk out of here and never look back was still the only viable way to rectify this whole cosmic fuck up.

But then again, maybe Loki wasn't finished with you yet?  Looking at the note once more now and finally deciding that sneaking out and ignoring this whole farce was definitely the only way to go, a far more frightening reality superseded the previous night's events however as you turned around to finally leave and instead walked straight into a body you now knew all too well.  Steve it seemed had quietly woken up while you contemplated your next course of action, and something told you a quick getaway was now no longer on the cards.

At least if the grasping hands on your hips and the "morning sweetheart" echoing in your ears was any indication.

Uttering his name quietly now in response, so as not to wake the other two sleeping men, you were just about to ask him if he remembered anything from the party, or the hours that followed, but those same wandering hands voided that action while simultaneously forcing you to push him away as both of your current forms warned you now that a repeat performance might be on the cards.  And there was no way now you were about to let that happen despite who stood before you.

Oh sure, the guys were Avengers and most women with half a brain would gladly fall at their feet and thank them with their bodies for saving the world time and time again.  But you were not most women and in the cold light of day, the note in your hand had put a far different spin on what might be happening now as far as you were concerned.  For it seemed Steve was still under the influence of Loki's machinations and now that you knew the truth, you had to find a way to stop him and make him see sense.  But in doing so, a darker future stretched out before you than you ever made room to acknowledge.

Successfully managing to move away from the star spangled hero now, while also acknowledging that Tony too was beginning to stir, you next roused Clint awake from where you had left him in the hopes that explaining the whole situation to all three of the guys at once would at least result in backup arriving from perhaps one of the other two heroes around you.  After all, Clint and Tony were technically human and therefore not too far removed from you.

Heroes at their core just like Steve to be sure, you now wondered if perhaps Loki's magic had somehow reacted with the serum running in his veins however and perhaps lingered a bit longer in his system.  But bringing all of the guys up to speed now on who and what exactly had been responsible for the previous night did not bring about the reaction you had been banking on.  In fact, it was the exact opposite.

Laughing at your assumption now that Steve was still infected by Loki's magic, the blond avenger coming to stand before you once more, coupled with the look he sent your way should have had you backing away from him once more, but Tony it seemed had been busy elsewhere while you had been talking them through the truth behind all of your previous actions.  And now you were back where you'd started the previous night.  Trapped between their bodies once more, Clint now rose from his seated position on the floor and began to impart a little further wisdom that had escaped your notice in the intervening seconds between sleep finally claiming you and them.  For in truth, Loki hadn't left you to clean up his mess after all as you had thought.

He had instead removed his spell while you slept on and told all three heroes what he had done before blinking out of their shocked and angered presence.  But not before leaving minutes of conscious talking behind for the guys to decide what they wanted to do about these outrageous revelations afterwards.  And hearing these words slip past the archer's lips now, you were glad you had not been privy to that particular conversation earlier, for you knew now it would have been more than you could have handled.

Hell, it was more than you could handle right now, if you were being truly honest with yourself.  But at least since waking up you'd had time to separate out the two situations.

Last night, you had done all that you had done under the influence of Loki's magic.  You had no choice.  No free will of your own to accept or reject the advances, feelings or sexual experiences that had followed on from the moment Tony had found you on the upper balcony.  And neither had the guys.  But things were completely different now.  The spell had ended, the magic had dissipated and all four of you were completely free to leave what had happened in the past and walk away never to speak of such things again.  Consent was back in play now and a continuation of last night was not something you particularly wanted.

Except Tony kissing your neck and Steve trailing his fingers up inside the t-shirt you'd covered yourself with earlier only substantiated now what Clint's words confirmed.  They were men.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Ruled by flesh and desire and an unwavering belief that every woman wanted them, they all but admitted that truly given half the chance you too would do everything and anything to please each of them as they requested.  They didn't really care what you wanted and they certainly didn't give a damn that Loki's magic had been the catalyst that weakened your defenses earlier.  They'd had a taste of the four of you together and now they wanted more.  So much more.  And while their words and actions might have manipulated other women into submission, it simply called you to action instead.

An action that might ultimately prove futile however but still you had to try.

Luckily catching them off guard as Clint continued to talk you through what would happen now, your fight response kicked in to high gear however as you drove your elbow backwards to connect successfully with Tony's solar plexus at the same time your head moved forwards and collided sharply with Steve's much thicker skull.  And while you definitely came off worst in that part of the fight, the shock all three heroes displayed at your sudden and unladylike actions at least bought you the opening you needed to implement the next part of your plan.  Which wasn't really all that daring in the grand scheme of things.  You simply needed to get the hell out of there.  But that was still easier said than done.

Cursing your actions now as you tore yourself free from Tony's grasp and ducked around Steve's mildly dazed form, you ran from the room not even thinking of Clint still talking about moving the four of you somewhere more private.  Instead, after picking up the first discarded pants your eyes came in contact with and heading towards the stairs in favour of the elevator, you used up a few precious seconds here to pull on the rescued garment, baggy and all as they were, before deciding then on your only course of action available ... up or down?

But neither choice was a simple one really.

Working here as long as you had, rarely had you ventured up this far in the tower.  And as for knowing the exact layout off by heart?  Well, you had only seen the plans twice in your life and while you could easily recall anything you had ever seen or read, stress tended to be one of those nasty little things that screwed with your photographic memory.  And right now, you were more stressed than you could ever remember being before.  But still, you had to focus, even though you were certain that Clint had stopped talking by now and the heroes had probably started to move against you.

After all, that's what the sound of the elevator moving throughout the building had to mean, right?  Someone was headed down to the lobby at this very moment to cut off your escape.  But which one?

Fighting harder now to recall the layout of the building, while simultaneously trying to halt the terror of what you had witnessed upstairs from flooding back into your consciousness, down seemed the most obvious choice of escape under normal circumstances.  But nothing about any of this new situation was still remotely normal.  Steve could move faster and keep it up longer than most human beings alive.  Clint, with his penchant for exploring the vents, most likely knew other and quicker access ways around this building than even J.A.R.V.I.S. or Tony were privy to.  And Tony?  Well, Tony could fly.  All in all, looking down at your bare feet now, how were you supposed to outrun him?  How were you supposed to outrun any of them?

And yet, the more seconds that passed without the heroes breaking down the door at your back, the more your mind calmed itself and really helped you think through all your options.  Giving up and letting them claim you was never going to be okay with you and as long as that was off the table, staying here or going up was never really an option either.  After all, above your head were less floors to be sure, but that way was straight into the lion's den.  Even if there were twelve floors and numerous rooms for you to hide out in, they would track you down eventually and what then?  A lifetime of nights like the one you'd endured last night?

A different guy two nights a week with one night off to recuperate before things started up again?

The three guys sharing you and each other every night until your body finally couldn't take any more?

Tony, Clint and Steve taking this all a step further and passing you around to every other Avenger that called this tower home as a party favour to relieve the stress that so evidently came with saving the world on a regular basis?

Jesus, you could feel the tightness building in your chest already as the stress of all those possible scenarios played out in your mind now.  But was going down really any better?

Sure, there were eighty floors to navigate here, seventy eight of which belonged to Stark Industries and so were public domain, but even if you made it out, would they really just allow you to walk away?  It didn't sound like it from what Clint had been going on about, but it seemed your feet at least were willing to find out.

Moving down the concrete steps now, sometimes taking two at a time, the sounds of no one coming after you and the cold stone beneath your feet finally became a sobering feeling the farther down you made it, and as your eyes finally landed on the sign that read 'fire exit' on the last door before you, you actually dared to dream.  Maybe they had come to their senses and realized it was only right to let you go?  But there was only one way to find out for sure.

Moving forward then to close the distance between you and the outside world, your arms pressing down on the bar and getting nowhere would have been enough to have you screaming through the metal door in the hopes that someone passing outside might hear you, if another voice instead didn’t choose your lowest moment to clarify this whole ordeal for you once and for all.

"That was a valiant effort to be sure, darling.  Valiant, but futile," Tony's voice now broke the silence and though you looked around frantically expecting to find him standing behind you, his next words simply revealed the truth and reinforced how futile your escape attempt had actually been.  "J.A.R.V.I.S. indicates that you're cold and exhausted.  Agree to be ours and I'll take you home.  I'm waiting just outside this door," he finished somewhat reassuringly now and slumping to the ground in defeat, you could just picture the iron hand placed flat against the other side of the door as if willing you to let him in.

And it almost made you laugh.  In fact, as the sound travelled from your chest and up your throat, you finally realized that it had indeed made you laugh.  Because there was nothing else you could do now in this situation.

After all, this wasn't your home with some ex lover on the other side of the door that you had just broken up with and never wanted to see again.  You couldn’t just ignore him, walk away and warm yourself up in some long, luxurious bubble bath.  This was the fire escape stairwell in Stark Towers with a door locked tight by Tony Stark standing between you and the outside world.  Which meant he was the one in complete control.

Refuse them now and J.A.R.V.I.S. was right.  You could indeed feel the cold creeping its way up through your body.  Had felt it building with every barefooted step you had taken down the concrete stairs.  And honestly, you didn't even know how long they would leave you here or if any outsider would even be able to find you.  Give in, and your mind had already conjured images of where that decision led.  But you didn't want that either.  How could you?  To be used and abused by three would be heroes.  To have them force your body to satisfy their baser needs, while you lost more and more of yourself to their depravity as each day passed you by with no hope of a reprieve.

Surely death in this cold, dark stairwell was better than the tiny pleasure you might receive should they ever take pity on you and allow you to orgasm along with them.  After all, last night had been good.  Oh so very good.  They knew how to give a woman everything her body needed, so there was no reason to think that they couldn't replicate that again going forward.  But what about love?  What about children and a family filled with all the activities, memories and accomplishments a life like that entailed?  Were you supposed to just give all that up for some sex-fueled orgies whenever Earth's Mightiest Heroes returned from battle and needed to find some convenient release?

Failing to answer these questions however as the darkness and cold that J.A.R.V.I.S. had predicted finally claimed you, waking up some time later surrounded once more by three naked bodies you now easily recognized, told you that the decision had already been made for you.  Losing consciousness as you apparently had, Tony had obviously opened the door, picked you up and brought you back up to his own apartment where himself, Steve and Clint now used their own bodies to help raise your temperature, bring you back to them and show you just how your new life with them was going to play out.