Are you serious? Cap spluttered, incredulous. Yes. You know that I do not lie, Steve Rogers. Steve imagined Vision passionlessly recounting the events of the last few hours to Anthony Stark, the billionaire playboy, the sometime superherohed get off on every word, Im sureand was simultaneously enraged, embarrassed, and excited by the thought. So whats the deal with you and Tony anyway? We share a unique bondI am a machine striving to be human, and he is a man striving to be a machine. We understand one another. Suddenly, Steve found himself yearning for a similar connection to the synthetic Avenger before him. He shook his head, clearing the alien sensation. Well, whatever tickles your pickle, Steve said dismissively, stuffing his still semi-erect cock back into the borrowed briefs. Im going to go take a nap now. Thank you for a lovely afternoon. He pulled the gym shorts on, noting how the material draped just so, proudly displaying the considerable bulge between his legs as well as highlighting his perfectly rounded buttocks. It is I who must thank you, Steve Rogers, for two reasons. First, the data I have gathered this afternoon will be invaluable to my research Research? Steve interjected. YesI am collaborating with Dr. Henry McCoy and Dr. Moira MacTaggert on a study of sexuality in metahumans. Preliminary findings suggest that Waitso this was all just some fucking science project? I would not characterize our encounter in that manner. Please allow me to explain further You dont have to explain anything, VisionI get it. Hey, its not like this is the first time Ive been experimented on, you know. I sense that you are becoming angry, Steve Rogers. Please, allow me Listen, I really have to go now. Snatching his computer, Steve strode from the room in long, quick strides. Vision stood watching, seemingly impassiveexcept for the nearly imperceptible glint in the corner of one eye. In the long corridor outside Visions lab, Steves eyes met what was perhaps the most unwelcome sight possible at that momentthe tall, lank form of Tony Stark, wearing a gray Armani suit that looked as though it had been slept in for several weeks. Hey, Cap! he said brightly, grinning. Heading down to the gym for a little workout? Um, no, actually, I just got done with one, Steve muttered, willing the capillaries in his face not to betray him by filling with blood. Well, whatever youre doing, its obviously working, Tony commented, casting an appraising gaze over Caps taut body. Whats that supposed to mean? And what the fuck are you looking at? What the fuck Im looking at is a slab of USDA Prime beefcake, the entrepreneur replied nonchalantly, now openly looking at Steves crotch. I bet Uncle Sam really wants you. Youre such a pig, Tony, Steve said disgustedly. I really dont have time for this. Hey, have you seen Vision? Ive been trying to reach him for hours, but his com lines down. Do I look like Visions keeper? Or his fucking receptionist? Hey, Tony said with a small laugh, throwing his hands up, it sounds to me like you didnt get enough of a workout, after allor maybe just not the right kind, he added with a lascivious wink. Stepping forward decisively, Captain America, champion of justice, balled up his fist and planted it in Tony Starks eye in one smooth motion, then stepped over the billionaire as he slumped to the floor. Hey! Tony called out to the retreating Cap, what the hell was that for?