He didn't hold back his smug grin; he didn't even try. 'So even the righteous Cap is clueless!' he crowed silently to himself. He bumped rudely into several angels and raptured people before reaching him.
"Hey Cap! I got questions and I need answers. And you're going to clue me in to all this stuff, as in why you're up here, Bruce is down there with a bubble around him and why the hell I don't have one."
"Sorry, I have other stuff to attend to now. Looks like the Avengers won't be needed anymore anyhow. The scene is changing for this world." Steve answered.
"Oh Jesus, I've got no time for this!" Tony said, before tucking Steve under his arm and flying back down.
"Bad time to take the Lord's name in vain, Stark!" Steve shot back.
"Tony...I really don't know. I'm not as prepared for this as much as I thought I'd be. The only thing I know is that an an angel told me there's only a hundred and forty-four thousand like me chosen since Jesus rose two thousand years ago. Apparently, we're supposed to be co-rulers and priests with him. I don't know what that means. I only know I had a creepy feeling about how the angel told me.
"I find it all rather exciting!"Loki said.
"Of course you do brother. What better source of mirth for you than upheaval and destruction." Thor retorted.
Heimdall looked on in thoughtful silence as the building rocked but held safely in place.
Soon, cracks opened in strategic places upon the planet. Lightning struck the palaces and places where corrupt government's carried out their lawlessness. The haughty trading places worldwide were swallowed, flaming, into the bowels of the earth. Long abandoned concentration camps were reduced to ash and eaten up by the planet. The Commander in Chief and his staff stood in fearful amazement as The White House received a great part of the wrath that day. Lighting smote it repeatedly until all was ablaze. The United Nations was judged for the apathetic lack of fulfilling it's purpose, and for the corruption around every corner of its hallways. The palaces of wealthy Arab oil barons were rent apart. Most of the Fortune 500 corporation headquarters were burnt and swallowed up. Perhaps one of the most furious of judgments was received by Monsanto, who corrupted crop seed and endangered bees and many other species with their greedy grab for control of the global food supply. It was bombarded by lightning, hailstones and mingling flames of sulfur. The earth ate it and a large, noisome belch of fire and smoke issued as the crack closed upon it.
Across the globe the great majority of soldiers who, in service to their country, had the blessing and good fortune of having protective bubbles. Most military generals and leaders who sat safely behind enemy lines at desks, did not; nor did the corporate CEO's who now sat unprotected and worried without force fields but with great foreboding. What would become of the worth of their money in the wake of this event? Many jumped from windows of the high towers of finance.
Swords were not beaten into plowshares that day, the military compounds were simply swallowed up, along with their weapons, once they were safely evacuated.
Steve shoved him back. "It doesn't matter if you're baptized or not if you're an arrogant, materialistic prick! You think the world revolves around you and all your nifty inventions and toys! It's all in perspective now isn't it buddy? Your relative lack of importance compared to just your average Joes? Lots of average Joes were raptured Tony! Even those who weren't still get to live on the New Earth. Even creeps in high places are cleansed now...Jesus made a way out for everyone, man. You too...but you can't stay in that suit forever."
"I can't take that sort of pain! I'm scared to death, Steve! Scared!"
"Then get kneebound and fucking pray!" Steve yelled.
Tony dropped and began reciting all the rote Catholic prayers he could recall, which weren't many.
"Tony....come on, man!" Steve said, "pray like you mean it! Repetitive prayers are just empty words! It has to come from the heart. Have some faith in something higher than yourself for once! You think science has all the answers. You think you can dig them all up. Sure, you're a genius but man only discovered scientific law! God made those laws! Remember when people used to think the universe was geocentric? Ptolemy the Greek thought that and even Plato and Aristotle thought so too! Hundreds of years from now what we know today will seem just as absurd! Can't you see? Now try again."
Once again Tony tried an awkward prayer to a god he'd never paid much heed to. And still nothing changed. He stood up, defeated.
"Well...looks like I'm just going to have to stay in this suit til I die. That should make you happy."
Steve's lips and chin quivered and fat tears rolled down his cheeks, crystallized into diamonds and scattered on the floor. "Is that how little you think of me? That I'd want you to die? It'd kill me Tony! You have no idea. Please....just take off the suit! It won't hurt forever and then it'll all be over. Then you can be at peace. But god! I don't want to watch you die! Dammit!" He hugged Tony and wept, scattering more diamond tears on the floor as they rolled off the Iron Man's suit.
Tony gently pushed him back. "It's okay Steve. I'm gonna take off the suit. But I'm going down to my soundproofed room in the sub basement. No one should have to hear when it happens. Especially Pepper.
He turned and strolled toward the elevators. It was strange. Everything had color but looked clear and crystal. He could almost see his top floor even from Banner's lab. He could see Thor and Loki and Heimdall as tiny specks and again wondered why they were exiled here. From the looks of it, nothing affected them in all this. Just as his elevator dinged, his suit began to unravel slowly from foot to crown and rose through the floors as if they weren't there at all. "It would seem I served you well in my desire to protect you." Jarvis said as a final word. Tony wept tears of sheer gratitude for Jarvis as he looked at his hands. Living light glowed from within. He was clothed with a clean white robe and his feet were bare. He turned and walked back to Steve. "I guess a few beings thought I had more faith than we both thought."
"You thought of others for once. You wanted to spare their feelings. You showed some real humility" He shoved a finger into Tony's chest. "But I still have wings and you don't!" he said.
They both turned to Banner who was laughing at them so hard he had to hold his belly. "Seriously! You two need to get a room! For all our sakes! Get it out of your system! The tension between you two is suffocating!"
He dropped his head on the lab table and kept laughing as his shoulders shook.
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Tony and Steve quietly regarded and took each others' measure. "Oh fuck it." Tony said and pulled
Steve close, kissing him like he meant business.
Steve's eyes flew wide open and he flailed momentarily before grabbing Tony about the waist and pulling him close. The contact made him cry out and whimper. With parted lips they explored each others' taste.
"I didn't just mean that figuratively. Get a room...please!" Bruce begged. There was no need to ask again as Tony dragged Steve to the elevator.
The ride upward was anything but boring. The elevator was filled with the passionate sounds of their deep kisses. They moaned as they explored every angle and plane of each others' bodies.
Tony pressed and rubbed against Steve insistently with heavy breath and moans. Steve's wings flapped against the glass walls and he whimpered helplessly as the Manhattan view went ignored.
"Tony....Tony!" he interrupted as he caught his breath. "I think you aught to know this is my first time." Steve confessed.
"That's okay Steve. I've never been with a guy either. No worries." Tony replied.
"No. I mean, like ever. With anyone." he added.
"You're joking right?" Tony asked with a chuckle of disbelief.
"No! And it's not funny! All the girls? They all wanted Bucky. I was just the scrawny kid from Brooklyn. I mean he got me dates but they couldn't take their eyes off Bucky. I mean him no ill will but it did hurt." Steve explained.
"Yeah, but what about, you know, after you got those enhancements and shit?" Tony said.
"There was just no time, Tony; and things were a lot different that way in those days. There was also the service, moving around with my company, and I wouldn't touch any of the women after me with a ten foot pole. They were all just...meat gazers. I'm pretty damn picky, Tony. There was Peggy but there was just never the right time or circumstances. I was busy prostituting US Savings Bonds and she was busy helping put together S.H.I.E.L.D. And then all hell broke loose, and before you know it...I was the Capsicle." he smiled ruefully.
"You've had plenty of chances since you've been back. Why haven't you dated?"
"Guess I was just waiting for the right time, place, and person." Steve answered.
"I think I just went from hard to rock hard." Tony breathed and kissed Steve again. He gently squeezed between Steve's legs. "You're not exactly soft either." he murmured.
"Just relax." Tony murmured as he let the lube he squeezed warm in his palm. He parted Steve's thighs and let it slowly drip from his palm between Steve's legs. It glistened and made him incredibly inviting. Tony couldn't stop kissing him all over. No part went un-kissed: his face, his neck, his chest and belly-all received passionate kisses and purple love marks as he slowly loved his way lower. His lips were repeatedly drawn to his inner thighs as he left red nips and reddish purple love bites. Steve's feathers stood on end and his wings quivered as he ran his fingers through Tony's hair and gripped his body between his muscular thighs. He moaned with parted lips and wore the pained expression of one experiencing extreme bliss or discomfort. His panting sounded full of desperation and was often interrupted by a wail of approval if Tony found a sweet spot. Tony found it all so innocent and sweet and so very hot.
Finally, he slowly and gently inched and wiggled a finger inside. He felt the involuntary quiver of Steve's tightness and swore softly as he slid softly all the way in. Steve cried out and arched his back. Tony dropped his head and swore softly as he began to loosen him up with leisurely rhythm.
Steve writhed sensuously under such intense pleasure and reached down to stroke himself. He sighed.
"That's it...just do it baby." Tony murmured and added another finger with great care and no small amount of stealth. Steve bucked against him, so innocent in all his shameless desire and need.
"Oh God! Harder! Faster!" Steve cried out. Tony needed no encouragement. He started out slowly but Steve bucked harder. He didn't want to hurt this sweet, virginal thing-who no one would dare touch unless they wanted to die a thousand painful deaths as far as he was concerned now-but he seemed insatiable and tough. Steve grabbed the sheets, hissed and panted as Tony slammed him with nearly no mercy. Soon it was more than he could take. His shaking hands poured more lube on to his cock and he massaged it in. Steve watched. "Yes..." he whispered, "that's what I want. Oh God please hurry." he dropped his head back on the pillow.
Tony groaned as he slid slowly into Steve, stopping occasionally to make sure he wasn't hurting him. Soon they found their rhythm and their lips found each other as well as they kissed while the bed rocked softly."You can do it harder if you have to. I wont die you know." Steve said breathlessly. Tony pushed him down by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Look Steve. I'm not going to rush this and hurt you if you think I need to for some reason. I have no desire to hurt you...ever. It's not how I roll."
There were soft whispers and kisses. Gentle strokes and embraces. Tony's breathing came faster and harder as he neared his climax. His thrusts grew faster like the beat of a war drum and Steve was a shaking mess. Then like a thousand springs uncoiling at once, Tony released, along with the rapid-fire series of declarations. "I love you! God I love you! I always have damn you!"
When he was finished, he sat between Steve's thighs and stroked him. He smiled with pleasure as Steve bucked up into his fists looking so hot and sweet at once. "Yes....yes....! Oh God here it.... comes!.....ah, fuck!" Steve cried out as thick ropes shot from inside him and painted his chest and chin.
They lay quietly in each other's arms and spoke soft words, made long over due apologies and declared their long held, deeply buried love to each other. Steve wrapped his wings around Tony. "Guess I was waiting for you all along. Only love can make someone hold out like I've been holding out."
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They sat up, startled, as the opaque room once again grew translucent. Tony tossed the blanket away in disgust. Even it was translucent again. They both quickly threw on the clean white robes which seemed to be the only items that afforded them any privacy.
Both were startled when an angel appeared in the room out of nowhere. "Hey! Who the hell are you and how'd you get in here?" Tony demanded. Steve closed his eyes as if he expected disaster to strike on the spot.
"Number 1: I do not come from hell. Hell does not exist unless you consider the world that just passed away as hell. Number 2: My name is Gabriel, and 3: I simply walked through your wall." the angel answered. "Quite a handy ability at times."
"Okay then," Tony pressed, "why are you here and why is everything so fucking invisible?"
"All is made new and perfect. There is nothing to hide from anybody and no harmless deed is wrong nor requires a covering. The opaque walls afforded during relations is merely a temporary arrangement until such a procreative need is no longer necessary. On that day all sex relations will cease." the angel replied.
"Not much fun about that." Tony replied dryly.
"I am here to take away that which belonged to one now undeserving. It is unbecoming for the Priesthood or rapture to belong to those still attached to corporeal pleasures." Soon, Steve began to itch incessantly at his wings. To Tony's horror, Steve began to scream as they soon began to smoke and the substance of them unfurled feather by feather, muscle by muscle, sinew by sinew and bone by bone until transfigured flesh finally knit itself over normal shoulder blades. Steve cried even when the agony was finished but they were merely liquid tears now.
"Why'd you have to do that to him? It hurt, can't you see that? Don't you care? Look at your face! You make Mr. Spock look like an emotional wreck compared to your blank lack of feeling!" Tony yelled.
"What justice would there be in God creating a creature capable of feeling such sorrow when such jobs must be perrformed? Angels are not like humans. We lack much that you have and very little free will is granted many of us. We do what we do because we have to."
Gabriel turned and walked through the wall leaving them behind. Once outside, he blasted his great horn. The heavens were beginning to close as Jesus and Lucifer headed the armies of the heavens before the throne of God.
"Don't feel too bad Steve. Now you get to stay down here with me. Thank God for that. I know I'd be lost without you now." Tony said as he curled next to him to comfort his pain and loss.
The eyes of the Allfather shot open and glanced about. He'd faked the Odinsleep long enough. The time had come at last. Two guards came forward: one with Gungnir, his spear, and the other, awaiting any orders given. He snatched his spear impatiently and barked his orders, "Both of you leave at once! Make sure orders are given that no one disturb me, approach me, offer me mead or wine-anything! Am I making my will known?"
They both bowed.
"And don't do that either....I sicken of it! Just be off attending your orders!"
He rode Sliepnir with breakneck speed across the rainbow bridge to the bifrost. There Heimdall awaited, as usual, attending his shift, guarding the dimension threshold-crossing wormhole. Odin summoned two guards and ordered them to release Loki from his cell and bring him, bound, along with Thor and the keys to Loki's shackles. All mischief must be avoided until after he succeeded his final act.
"How may I serve you, my Lord?" Heimdall asked.
"You may start off by ceasing to call me Lord!" he said, looking at his guardsman with irritation and scorn. "And second of all, you may hand me that sword."
Heimdall was confused and wary. The Allfather had more than once lost touch with his own faculties and caved into obsessive single-mindedness. Nevertheless, his sworn duty was to obey Odin without question. With misgivings, he handed over the sword.
Heimdall grew edgier as Odin paced the bifrost chamber muttering to himself impatiently, but soon the sound of pounding hoofbeats grew louder as Thor approached with Loki mounted in front of him, looking humiliated at having to ride across half of Asgard in shackles for all onlookers to see him as one requiring his older brother to babysit him. Again. "What is this about, Father?" Thor demanded, as he dismounted and aided his brother to the ground. "You imprison my brother and then you turn him loose-with me-and summon us here? Do you mean to exile Loki then?"
"No my son," Odin said as he sheathed the bifrost sword to activate it. "I mean to exile all of you." The wormhole opened and shimmered, waiting to receive it's guests.
"Hammer!" Thor called out and soon Mjolnir was in his grasp.
"Good! Take it! You may need it where I'm sending you." Odin declared.
"And where do you intend to banish us off to?" Loki asked casually.
"To Midgard. And there you shall stay. Things are getting ready to move and shake there, you could say." Odin added humorously. "You may yet be needed at time's end."
"And you would send Loki? Have you gone mad?" Thor retorted in disbelief.
"Oh I promise you, my sons, there are bigger things going on than you can imagine in the realm of Midgard. You will go as well, Heimdall." Odin said, "I think I'll send you to Manhattan to grab a front row seat. Once you realize the scope of what Midgard is up against, things will quickly fall into perspective. You will be...tourists." He grabbed his spear and pointed it at them all. He advanced slowly and they backed slowly. Loki grinned with good humor.
"Come now brother! Where is your sense of adventure? My curiosity is now duly piqued I must admit."
"I never thought I'd live to see the day when I would hear myself advising you to heed the words of your devious brother, but there it is! Now back slowly and take the leap." Odin pointed the spear until it made contact with Thor's chest. Thor's eyes grew watery and his eyes shifted in disbelief. "You mean it! You actually mean it!"
"No dilly-dallying, brother. Come now! You must follow me lest I remain bound in these infernal shackles until I manage to find someone with the technology to remove them. Not likely. Cheers!" He leaped into the wormhole, fully aware that his brother retained guilt for his long fall into the abyss several years back before he'd unleashed the Chitauri hell upon New York.
"This isn't over, Father." he said, pointing at Odin before leaping in. Heimdall was the only one left and was far more reluctant to give in. Odin pressed the spear against his chest slowly until Heimdall knew, without a doubt, that the Allfather meant business. He looked at the ground in resignation, sighed and took the leap.
Thor and Loki were already standing and gazing upward with amazement when Heimdall arrived. Being the gatekeeper, he'd been used to sending people away, not going himself. He rubbed his bottom as he stood. Loki chuckled. "How does it feel? Not pleasant is it?" Loki turned to Thor, "Pleases brother," he implored with outreached hands, "Unlock me. Look at this place! I certainly couldn't do any worse than what I see going on about me."
"You will remain bound until I learn more of this upheaval. Heimdall..what do you see?" Thor asked.
"I see that time is ended for this place. Unlike our world, this one is doomed to receive eternal life. I also see that we are greatly outgunned and outnumbered. Armies I see...marching to the dwelling of the gods of Midgard. I see two sons, once believed to be enemies, marching to war against the throne."
Once Odin returned, he felt years younger and pounds lighter. He was merely watched warily byb the guards as he made his way back to his room. From his closet he grabbed his tattered blueish grey cloak, a tackle box, and fishing pole. He topped his head with his travelling hat and left the room.
Very few guards who'd heard his orders and those who had not, acted on impulse and approached in spite of his commands. He raised his hand to ward off all who would speak to him. After what seemed like an eternity of dipping and dodging the Royal Guard, servants, scholars and soldiers, he finally found himself taking a slow, peaceful ride along the wooded path that led to the Lake of Sorrows. He spotted a shape in the distance and knew his requests had been faithfully carried out. All ties to the throne were now cut.
Lucifer cautiously approached the throne. There was a single piece of parchment. It simple read: "Suckers!" he turned it over and read the reverse: "Gone fishin''
Lucifer tittered. And then he giggled. And then he was taken by full blown, gut busting laughter. "Looks like Our Father has played us big time, brother!" he laughed at Jesus who found none of this very amusing at all.
"I am the Immaculate Conception. From henceforth there will be no more innocent births to look at life." she said as she removed the baby and sat upon the throne. "It is time for my sons to grow up and do the work befitting Gods, along with your anointed Kings and Priests. For too long now have babies been forced to look at life. They all eventually tire of it, pine for freedom and take their leave. Then the universe begins another cycle of entropy until I birth yet another baby to take it's place. This is unfair to do to babies and certainly unfair to expect of one Heavenly Mother. It is time the work be shared. Thus, the 144,000 Kings and Priests. You Lucifer, and Jesus will be the first two. After a time two others will replace you, a pair at a time until all of the anointed number have finished. And then it begins again with you Jesus, and Lucifer. Now, climb upon the Ark.
The two sons felt compelled to obey. Their plain clothes were replaced with clean white robes and they received wings of exquisite whiteness as soon as they took their respective places.
"Now... genuflect." Lucifer and Jesus bent over the microcosmic universe with their hands held over it in reverence. Their wings spread upward and forward until they each touched at the tip of the others' wings.
"Never look away during the length of your turn, lest the universe fall into entropy again. Such a thing is not easily conscripted."
The woman held the infant up. "Behold! The World is Thine!"
"So.....all went as planned?" The old man called Heavenly Father asked.
"Just as planned." Odin said. He stood and removed the bifrost sword, Hofund, and cast it far into the Lake of Sorrows. He sat again with a sigh and bait his hook. "Any who would retrieve the bifrost sword must now contend with the Lorelei if they dare. I now have no heir to the throne. I can abdicate to whomever I please with my sons gone. And with Heimdall gone and the sword hidden, he cannot return my sons. I finally did it: I am free of the throne and all the fruitless searches and all the nonsense that goes along with it. Whatever happens, happens. And you?"
"If all went as planned then there is a Priesthood in place to take over, and a woman who can stop bearing babies born only to look at life and keep it pure. No more innocence to be laid upon the Ark only to sicken and fall to the earth; just another lost angel. I've done my share watching all this sorrow from the throne long enough. Godhood is strictly for the birds. Feels good to be free of the responsibility doesn't it?" The Heavenly Father asked.
"That's goddamn right." Odin said and cast out his line.