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The note didn't mention who he was, or what he had done, only that this guitar was borrowed from someone named Melody and would need to be returned if and when it was possible.

Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours

His eyes were blue. 

Tony stared resolutely into the mirror hoping that maybe they'd change back if he looked hard enough.

He didn't feel any different. He felt fine. Not controlled. Nothing. He had no urge to kill someone, he had no need to be somewhere. There was nothing but his eyes still were icy blue. He tugged the collar of his shirt deeper, letting the arc reactor shine through just a peek. It wasn't the same color, but it very well could be.

Thor had apologized for his brother a thousand times now. He had thrown him into the ground right in the middle of the spell. He felt it vaporize around him. But still his eyes were blue. Thor claimed it could be lingering magic. 

And since Loki had turned tail and rand he couldn't even undo what half-witted magic he'd casted. Clint had looked very uncomfortable and was the first one to leave. He hadn't seen Natasha go with him, but he wouldn't know where else she'd be.

His eyes started to itch. But he didn't want to blink yet.

[Sir? Should I call Dr Stranges Assistant now?]

Jarvis startled him enough into blinking. And now that he's done it once he does it a few more times. And he would have said "yes" because he wanted to get rid of this strange eyecolor but a split second before he could Kurt asked "Tony?" into the room and suddenly he felt a tug.

It dragged him bodily forwards and before his lover could even react he pressed his face right into his stomach, letting his hands wind around his hips. 

"Tony?" He heard him say and that sounded concerned and confused so he looked up and smiled and he was his adams apple bob with the force of his swallow. 

"Tony, mein Gott, your Eyes-"

Why did he sound so strange? What was this? Is this sadness? Anger? Did he do something wrong? He'd never do something wrong.

Determined to wipe that expression off his face he went for his belt buckle.

Which made hands grab at his hair - but not in approval. He tugged him away! "Stop, Tony, no, was ist das? Was tust du?"

Why was he denied? He looked at Kurt with the most anguished face. "Don't you want me?"

He watched as Kurts face got a weird expression. He couldn't pinpoint what these emotions meant, but now Kurt looked overall sad again and he had royally screwed up, hadn't he? He needed to fix this!

"Come on, just let me-" He got his fingers onto the belt buckle again and this time there was no discouragement. But still Kurt didn't look very happy about it. "I'm gonna make it good. Be so good to you."

"But you already are, Mann meines Herzens. What happened to your eyes?"

Confusion made him look up from dragging the tongue out of the loop. "Loki's magic didn't stick. I'll call Strange later. Why are you asking me this? Don't you want-"

"Das habe ich mir gedacht. Tony, why don't you go into our bedroom? I'll follow."

"But-" Pressing his lips together he nods, clearly very unhappy with having to wait. "But you'll follow?"

"Ja. Now go."

When Kurt heard the door shut he let out his breath in one rush. "JARVIS, wenn du so freundlich wärst? Lockdown until Herr Strange arrives, yes?"

Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours

The library was a place of rest and quiet. Of uninterrupted working. And of the feelings the books provoked.

Tony liked to visit the library if he had to do paperwork or something he normally found boring or exhausting.

This is why he had retreated with his tablet into one of the big leather seats by the fireplace, surrounded by gigantic bookshelves.

"And they totally ruined the death scene with the father figure, then completely rewrote it and now the movie's ending is a garbled mess and they will never be able to make a second movie like that because the second books starts off somewhere, where the movie made it impossible and-"

That was of course before Doreen had found him and sat on the floor in front of him and hadn't stopped talking since.

Tony had tried in the beginning to pay attention to her and the paperwork but now it was either or. And damn her she was winning.

"-and that is when the car comes to life and transforms into this big asian looking-"

She is twitchy and her mouth runs off even faster than normally and if he had to make an educated guess he'd choose coffee coupled with sugar.

He made "hmm" and "ah" noises at the right places and went back to his paperwork. He is currently making a list of books and projectors that were broken last week and need to be replaced.

"-which made him look very silly!" She finishes grinning brightly. Tony looks for a good reaction but doesn't fint one.

"So you're telling me all those movies were not good but you enjoyed them?"

"Exactly! I knew you'd get it Mr. Man!"

They were both silent for a while and Tony used the lull in conversation to check another book he wants to purchase.

"Do you want to play basketball?"

"Yes, I- what?"

But he had already said yes, damn his mouth for running off without thinking and he's dragged out of his chair to fast he's happy all his tablets are Thor-proofed. It would have cracked falling to the floor like that.

Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

"Tony, we don't have time for your-"

"It's all good. See? Now he won't be able to tell the way to our secret lair."

"We don't have a secret-"

"Shhhht, don't burst my bubble. Okay, pumpkin. March!"

Shoving the villain forwards he relished in him stumbling and having no way to use his hands to stabilize himself. 

They had captured the maniac on his flying saucer and because he had been such a dick about it, Tony decided on a whim he had to let him suffer a bit.

So he had taken Bruce's ripped shirt, completely shredded it into long strips of cloth and tied them around his head.

Shoving the guy in the back he steered him deliberately against some rubble so he'd knock his foot. He did this several times until he got called on it by Cap.

After that it wasn't much fun anymore to steer the villain into his lenghty stay at a prison/psychatry. At least it wasn't a long walk until the local police took him out of their hands.

Alicorn: Our characters doing something they thought was impossible together

It kind of morphed into a "kissing".

"I still think it would be easier-"

"Shut up. Why aren't you wearing your mask already?"

"Just listen to me, why don't we hack-"

"Why are you not shutting up yet."

"I don't see why I have to-"

"I'm serious Stark. Shut up or I will make you."

"Hah. I'd like to see you tr-mmmphsm."

He doesn't know who is surprised more by the kiss. Him or the security guy that has his flashlight on them a second later.

"I'm terribly sorry but this premise is not open for visitor. I suggest you take your stargazing picnic somewhere else."

Tony looks down where the guy is motioning. He just mistook all their gear for bread and blankets. He might start giggling any minute now.

"Yes. Of course. We're very sorry."

"No bother, my dear boy. The stars are very bright today."

And with that the old security guy just goes away.

Kiwi takes back several steps. He looks two seconds away from wiping his mouth. Tony weirdly just feels like laughing again.

"Did you just kiss me to shut me up? You do know I'm kind of dating your brother and this is morally-"

"It was the better option over killing."

"Okay- that's... okay, good."

Tony doesn't complain about the plan anymore so they change into black masks and get their gear ready.

They plant several monitoring devices in unassuming places. Which means Tony does this while Kiwi watches the perimeter or something. Probably waving his magic-o-tector around. He still has no idea why SHIELD wanted them to do this. Together.

"So." Tony starts while hooking up the microphone he hides in a bush. "You should buy me dinner. You should know I don't put out on the first date."

"Don't make me do it again."

"Is this going to discourage-"

"I will shove my gun down your throat, you annoying bastard."

"Kinky."

Watching the muscle in Kiwi's jaw jump amuses him to no end.

"I will leave you here."

"I have a choffeur."

"It's two am in the morning."

"I have a choffeur."

After that the conversation died out.

Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake

She was the last person he had expected to see. But he had prepared for this. So the second he sees her walk into the entrance area he's by her side. She seems to be rather unimpressed with his mother's home so far but then he'd never accuse her of letting the poker face slip.

"Dear Miss Frost, how nice for you to come by on our opening day." He felt more threatened than pleased though. He gently laid a hand on her shoulder (her bare shoulder, jesus, but it's cold outside!) and steered her a little to the side, so they're not standing in front of the entrance anymore.

"I would have thought you'd stay as far away as possible." He takes another sip of his milkshake. It's not very sweet and there's far too much milk, but one of the little kids had shoved it in his hands and she had looked to hopeful he just had to take it, say thank you and drink it in front of her and be all impressed and say thank you again.

Still, it's not bad. And it hides his face from Emmas cold stare. The she grins and it makes her beautiful face twist into something evil and ugly.

"I see you've started this little daycare after all. I would have thought that screwing a mutant has lost its novelty by now and you'll drop that promise like the unreliable drunk that you are."

To his devence, that milkshake just slipped right out of his hand and into her face without his mental input. Reflex. Can't be held responsive for things like this.

He's just as surprised by his reaction as she is, but he forces a smile on his face. "Let me get you a towel for that, Miss Frost. And then I'll show you to the door."

Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around 

"That is just too much money, Tony. I will only wear it once."

Is this the third time he's heard this? It may as well be. "Don't whine about the money, Muffin. You didn't let me pay it for you."

"Because it's so expencive!"

"And because it's so expencive you won't let the billionaire buy it? There is a flaw in your logic, I can't see it yet, I might have to think a little harder about it."

He could hear muffled laughter. Kurt may very well be pressing his face into the towel. Either to smother his giggles or to suffocate himself.

"Look. It will be great PR for her collection. Don't you remember the hilarity that was the Dinosigner? That girl made the whole schmoozing bearable. I wanted to give her money but she refused. So I will very well give her some public attention."

He can hear the hairdryer being turned on. He made one of those step-in toaster they have at the themeparks with water-rides but Kurt rarily uses it.

"We will show up in our very nice suits and some hired fangirls will try to rip them off our chest and that girl from Five will write a nice story about the suits being more hot than our bodies."

It sounded ridiculous. And insane. And it will work so well he'll sometimes burst into laughing spontaneously when remembering it.

When the whiii from the hair dryer is silent for some time he can hear the lock of the door and ta-da one very delicous guy.

He reaches out and turns the inducer on and marvels at the blush that springs to live.

"It'll be fun?"

"The things you make me do, meine Honigbiene."

Halfway to the limo the topic of money comes up again. "But two hundred Dollar, Tony?"

DRABBLESHEET 

Kurt Wagner: Zip me! (Tony dressing Kurt / or shutting him up)

Emma Frost: Milkshake! (Our characters will have to split a milkshake) 

Kiwi Black: Alicorn (Our characters doing something they thought was impossible together)

Hobgoblin: Blindfold me! (my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun)

Doreen Green: Coffee (My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours)