"Tony......this is silly. We have perfectly good bed.........."

"What......? Sounds to me like you are getting less adventurous in your old age......." Tony countered with a chuckle, as he continued to pull (Y/n) towards the underground garage.

"Hey! Who are you calling old? And what do you mean, I'm getting less adventurous..........?"

"We used to have sex all over the compound.........."

"Used to.......? Used to........? Need I remind you about Sunday night? Oh, and Tuesday.......Wednesday....... If F.R.I.D.A.Y let it slip what you and I get up to when the rest of the team aren't here, none of them would step foot back into this place until it was deep cleaned. Can't a girl just want to be comfortable.......?" (Y/n) countered. Shaking her head as they got to the door that led to the garage. Tony pushing her up against the wall. The usual sparkle of mischief that lay behind his beautiful brown eyes, sending a thrill throughout her body, as he pushed himself up against her.

"I promise you will be comfortable........" He hummed into her ear, before his lips found their way to her neck. The fire beginning to burn in her belly, as his hands wandered her body. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from moaning, as the billionaire touched the spot that only he knew could send her wild.

Okay, she would admit that this was not the first time that she and Tony had spent private time in the garage. (Y/n) sure that Steve would never look at his motorbike again, if he knew that she had more than happily ridden Tony while he had sat on the machine's seat. She having felt so guilty after, that she had had the bike cleaned and specially detailed for the old soldier as a "surprise". (Y/n) having to admit that the back seat of one of the myriad of cars that would be down there collecting dust if not for Happy, would probably be more comfortable than the seat of a motorcycle; but she wasn't a teenager anymore, and lord knows that Tony wasn't. They had other places to go if they wanted to make love; but it was obvious that this little bee had lodged itself firmly in the billionaire's bonnet. And as he kept kissing her, as his fingers moved up under the hem of her shirt and continued to her bra. Pulling the material from her breast so that his rough fingertips could brush over her nipple and send a wonderful jolt of pleasure down her spine, she knew that she would give in. She always gave in.............but given what she got in return; she wasn't about to change that.

                                                   >>-------------------------------------<<

"Hey........" Clint called out, as he leant against the door jamb of the common room.

"Have any of you guys seen (Y/n)? She and Stark aren't in the workshop, and Bruce can't remember if he has seen either of them this morning......I need to talk to her about those new arrows she was designing, before the next mission." The archer continued, as he made his way further into the room and took a seat.

Tony and (Y/n) not being in the workshop was indeed a rarity. The pair always playing with, improving or pulling apart something, down there. The really rather beautiful female graduate of MIT, as bad as Stark when it came to spending far more hours in the workshop than she should. The pair never having to talk; always seeming to know what the other was doing, while their music blared. The only time that they weren't tinkering in the workshop, was usually when they were tinkering with one another. The younger woman having put Stark's libido into overdrive since their relationship had started. Not that anyone wanted to think about that.

"Have you been and knocked on their room door.......? Maybe Stark has found something for (Y/n) to do in there........" Sam asked with a chuckle. Clint shaking his head, not wanting to go anywhere near their room. Well, not again........

"They have to be somewhere in the compound. I know Tony was talking about possibly doing something in the garage today. If he's there, (Y/n) will probably be with him." Steve interjected, putting down his book and getting to his feet.

"I'll go with you Clint. I need to talk to Tony, myself.........."

                                                            >>-------------------------------<<

The captain and the archer made their way into the garage. It all seeming perfectly normal; all as it should be. The lights perhaps a little dimmer than they usually were; but that was about it.

"Doesn't look like they are here, either. Maybe Sam was right about the room......" Clint remarked. Doing his best not to smile at the slightly embarrassed look that had come to Steve's face. The pair about to leave and hope that (Y/n) and Tony would turn up in their own time, until Steve heard a noise.

"What's that.........?"

"What.........?"

"I can hear something.........." Steve continued, before making his way further into the garage, following the strange, muffled sound.

"Maybe this place has rats. I can just imagine Stark's face if there were. He would be having one of his suits standing on duty, blasting the things........" Clint remarked, but choosing to follow after the captain. The two men making their way through the mass of automobiles, until they came upon one which seemed to be the source of the muted noise. Its dark tinted windows making it difficult to see inside, though there was something odd. Clint leaning closer and noticing that the dark windows seemed to be........well, steamed up. The archer about to remark on it, until a hand suddenly appeared against the glass, followed by another larger one that gripped at it. Clint and Steve looking at one another as a familiar voice called out. And what it called out told them that not only had they found the missing pair, but that it wasn't the garage that Tony had been planning on working on. The two men turning and quickly making their way back out of the underground space. The duo silently agreeing to not tell anyone about this, and to leave Tony and (Y/n) to their steamy windows.