No, not Iron Man. War Machine!

Just  a  pause,   like  she  isn’t  quite  sure  whether  or  not  she  wants  to  lean  up  to  kiss  him  or  do  as  he  orders -    all  placed  there  just  for  tension   ( and  maybe  because  she  enjoys  all  of  his  against  her  back. )    Half  a  minute  or  so,   then  she  makes  up  her  mind.   Why  wouldn’t  she  be  a  good  little  soldier  and  follow  her  supervisor’s  orders?    He  has  the  best  rewards.   Carol  moves  forward  and  bends  over  the  sink.

“   Just  like  that?   ”

“   Yes,   sir.   ”     Carol  just  replies,   voice  just  a  little  lower.    He’s  good  at  that,   being  both  distracting    +    comforting.     Forget  the  fight  that  just  happened,   or  the  slight  ache  in  her  upper  body.    It  feels  like  there’s  now  more  pressing  matters -    like  his  chiseled  body   PRESSED   against  hers.

The  only  sound  next  in  the  room  is  the  sound  of  the  zipper  on  her  suit.    When  she  steps  out  of  it,   she  leaves  it  on  Rhodey’s  floor  to  be  picked  up  tomorrow.   A  couple  of  bruises  on  her  back   &   sides,   but  the  shower’s  waiting  for  her.    Who  honestly  wears  a  bra  under  spandex?    Not  her.     Carol  pauses  in  the  doorway  of  the  bathroom,   though.    Shoulder  leaning  against  the  doorframe.

“   What  would  happen  if  I’m  late?   ”

James nods, lips curling to a naughty smile yet so innocent. It was reminiscent of the young boy in Philadelphia that'd punch a bully in the face and none of the mothers in the community would consider him a suspect.

Carol could pull her own weight and did so... marvelously, but Rhodey needed to keep her grounded. Sometimes she could fly too high and too far and that's where he came in, to remind her to consider herself. 

And as the shirtless, incredibly built, soldier enjoyed her - unwinding - he suddenly felt the urge to spank her." You'll get a spanking." He grinned. Then, he quickly removed his pants, boxers, and socks, placing them on the floor with her discarded clothes. Next, he slowly stepped up behind hrr, letting his fingers graze her skin, huskily breathing in her ear, as his beefy tip pushed against her backside.

“You’re good,” she repeated out loud, confirming it for her own benefit rather than his. Her brows pulled together and she thought about it for a second, looking down as she pulled together what information she could, “a… romantic date?”

Nebula thought on it for a moment more before looking up at the others face, “because I would like that.”

War Machine understood and could imagine some of the hardship Nebula endured, but there was still a great deal about her that he didn't know and wish to learn about. He didn't understand why he felt so drawn to her but he certainly wasn't questioning his heart. Rhodey listened to heart and trusted his instincts.

"Then great," he chuckled." I've got some fine wine back at my penthouse. I think you'll like it." Gently sweeping her off her feet and spooning her tightly against his chest, War Machine took to the skies. It had been quite a bit since he had a date so he was more than excited.

Soaring through the clouds, floating up a few inches, fluttering along, gliding on the wind, drifting through the air, zooming across the beautiful night sky, the pair arrived on the balcony of his penthouse.

"We're here." Setting her down gently and then smiling at her softly, War Machine pulled the glass doors apart allowing her access to enter his luxurious penthouse b

“That would be nice,” the luphomoid replied easily and blinked at the man with a small smile. With Gamora exploring with her Guardians of the Galaxies and there not being a pressing need for her anywhere, Nebula was at a loss for what to do with all the free time she had. Spending it with Rhodes would be more than good enough, he didn’t just brush her off or insult her intelligence like some of the other heroes she had had the pleasure of working with. Plus, he was nice to look at she supposed.

Rhodey nodded." Consider it done." A few calls and they'd have a scheduled meeting in Wakanda. Black Panther and the Wakandans' technology paled in comparison to anything he'd every seen, and that included Stark technology. Nebula deserved the best and he would see to if that she got nothing but.

Smiling kindly, Rhodey turned to his armor and stretched his arms. Metallic pieces clung to his body covering his flesh in shinning metal." Come on," offering his hand." Let's go for a flight to my penthouse and catch some air, huh?" He suggested.