And stretch [Tony/Natasha - Tuesday afternoon-ish]

[playboy_philanthropist]

It hadn't taken much to figure out what times the gym area wasn't occupied and to set up a routine for his own workouts. It wasn't that Tony didn't mind the thought of company, it was just habit. He had a routine, even before he had to actually worry about being fit in order to run around saving the day, and it tended to be a solo routine aside from the workouts with Happy. Tuesday was yoga though and, well, Happy doing yoga usually meant little actual exercise actually got done between the laughing and bantering.

He'd long ago memorized the DVD routine and had stopped actually playing the DVD. There were only so many times he could listen to the same jokes over and over and he preferred his own soundtrack anyways. Having to rely on his memory for the routine rather than a video also helped to keep his mind from wandering. Even so, he had JARVIS who could tell him if he was getting off speed, form, or sequence. He was stretching into warrior two when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head slightly to look more over his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow.

"If you're here to mock, grandma, you're in for disappointment. This is a no mocking zone." He smirked as he nodded towards the boxing ring before facing his head forward again. "Mocking is only allowed in the ring."

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[natashka]

Natasha smiled when she entered the room and saw Tony doing yoga. Maybe offering yoga classes for the tower wouldn't be a bad idea after all. It could even go in her file as "team bonding" and "giving back to the community", areas that she usually ignored.

"No mocking," she said as she held her hands up in surrender and made her way towards Tony, kicking off sneakers and socks as she went without missing a stride. Coming up behind Tony, she put one hand on his lower back and the other on the front of his pelvis, gently pushing it back into a neutral spin.
"You were out of alignment. Leading with your pelvis," she explained before circling him to examine the rest of his posture.

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony tensed a little, pushing against the contact until Natasha explained what she was doing. He tried to relax after that and go with the pushes. His smirk grew as he snorted in amusement. "Why Agent Romanoff, nice to see you still can't keep your hands off of me. Nasty habit of mine. Ok, not nasty. Unless it's the enjoyable sort of nasty."

He raised an eyebrow as he held the pose a bit longer. "Speaking of which, how are you and Bruce doing?"

[natashka]

"If I wanted to get in your pants, I would have, but I've always been under instructions not to harm you," she deadpanned, nodding approval as he held the pose with his pelvis in the correct place now.

"Enjoyable. Though, there's still some rooms in the tower we haven't hit," she said with a smirk as she went into a downward dog to start.

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony snorted. "Because sex would mean automatically harming me?" he asked in amusement. "I think you underestimate my pain tolerance."

He couldn't help checking out Natasha's ass before shifting through the motions based on the counter in his head. "There will always be rooms in the tower you haven't hit," he pointed out. "Not a challenge, just a fact. Although I would be very amused to you see get Bruce crawling through the air ducts." He glanced over at Natasha. "So things sorted out for now then?"

[natashka]

"Because I would fuck with you in addition to fucking you, Tony, no offense intended," she said before dipping down to do her vinyasha and saluting the sun. Closing her eyes as she held the cobra pose, she raised an eyebrow.

"Bruce in the air ducts, is that a challenge? I do like challenges," she commented, her lips twitching.

"What sort of question is that. Things are what they are. What they are is full of fabulous orgasms."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Only offense would be you assuming I haven't built up a tolerance in regards to people trying to suck company secrets from my dick," Tony pointed out with a smirk before going back through the motions and ending in warrior two again. He focused on keeping his body more upright like Natasha had shown him.

"I'm sure you do. And honest question based on collected data and circumstantial evidence." He moved his head slightly to glance at Natasha. "The sex is always easier to talk about, isn't it? Not that I'd need your verification considering that video performance."

[natashka]

"Pelvis," Natasha said, easily turning out of the form to fix Tony's Pelvis again, "Is that the key to Stark industries? I would have thought it was more well guarded."

Natasha resumed her yoga, mirroring Tony's pose. "You should delete that. For Bruce. He's not much of an exhibitionist."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"I might start doing that on purpose," Tony joked before shaking his head. "If it was, the company would have gone under before I turned twenty-two, even with Obie and Pepper running damage control."

Rolling his eyes, he moved into the next pose. "It's in a safe location. I like it. And it's not nearly as fun to tease either of you without an actual physical file. Don't worry, I wouldn't put it on youTube. Can't have you two outdoing me after all."

[natashka]

"That late?" Natasha quipping, nudging his foot into a better position with her own. "Open up your chest."

She raised an eyebrow. "Anthony, are you jacking off to me riding the hulk?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Hey, that's less than a year of me being in control," Tony pointed out as he made a face at the adjustment. "And I'm remembering more and more why I do this alone."

He smirked. "And if I was? It is incredibly hot. Better than most of the porn out there." He winked before making a face. "You must not want to really talk about it if you're pulling out Anthony."

[natashka]

"Sorry. Habit. Not to mention, don't need you straining something," she said as closed her eyes. "I could let you pretend to correct my position if you like."

Natasha shrugged. "Don't care what you get off to."

She sighed as she twisted her body.
"There's nothing to talk about. Especially if you're talking about it with Bruce."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Pretend? Oh nice ego booster there." Tony smirked. "Although I could just sit off to the side and watch. Get a good grip on how my body should be moving."

He finished up his movement before going to get a drink from his squirt bottle. "Always two sides to a story," he pointed out. "Did you guys have a talk?"

[natashka]

"I try. Look all you want," Natasha said as she went into a backbend so that her hand gripped her ankles.

"We talked. We fucked. Why are you so interested? Do you want to date him?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Yeah that is not in my workout regime," Tony said with a laugh. "I don't think that even would have made it in when I was in college."

He shrugged as he took another drink. "You know me. Scoping out my territory. Need to know the best way to hit that fine piece of ass up."

[natashka]

Natasha laughed as she shifted her palms flat on the floor and went into a back walk over and straight into the splits.

"Sunbathe nude near the hot tub. It worked for me."

Natasha gave Tony a look.

"I've no intent to hurt him. I'm not trying to play with him."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"I'll have to pencil that in for tomorrow morning then. And send Bruce a vague email to get him up here and out of the lab." Putting his bottle down, he stretched. "Well that good. I mean, considering all that fucking with while fucking talk. And that doesn't sound as fun as just fucking."

[natashka]

Natasha sighed.

"I'm not fucking with him or treating him lie a mark. The sex is phenomenal and we're attempting to try this," Natasha waved her hand as if that explained everything. "Don't know anything beyond that."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony nodded, piecing that together with his conversation with Bruce. He couldn't help the smirk quirking his lips. "Agent Romanoff not knowing something. That has to be new," he joked.

[natashka]

Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Mark the day in your calendar then. I don't see what the big deal is," she said with a shrug.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"My calendar is getting full of marked days," Tony said with a snort before he shrugged and moved back into doing his routine. "I'm curious. And it seems to make Bruce mostly happy and that's always a good thing. I'd say it makes you happy too except, well..." He circled a hand around his face as he imitated the stony, blank face that he was used to seeing on her. "That hard to read thing."

[natashka]

"Good to know I haven't lost my touch," Natasha said, her lips quirking in a slight smirk.

"So, how's your relationship going? Monogamy seems to be suiting you, oddly enough."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Turn about is fair play?" Tony asked with a snort. He was quiet for a few long moments as he went through his sequences. It wasn't really something he wanted to talk about, but he had been poking Natasha and she had sort of answered.

Although if she was going to supposedly protect Pepper... "It hasn't blown up yet. Which is impressive for me." He glanced over at Natasha. "I've also developed an escape plan for her if trouble comes knocking again. She knows all about it, so don't go too dominatrix 'do as I say' on her in your efforts to get her to safety."

[natashka]

Natasha shrugged. "Figured you deserved to made just as uncomfortable."

"You going to tell me what it is in case it fails? Or in case Pepper's unconscious?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"And you do love watching me squirm." His chin raised a bit in pride. "It won't fail. I made it." He glanced around. "Specifics are better for some place that isn't the gym."

[natashka]

"Pride comes before the fall," Natasha teased. She knew Tony was good. Better than good. They both knew it. That's why she routinely hid Easter Eggs for him amongst her electronic files - to see how far he would dig without leaving a trail.

"I don't have a problem moving this conversation," she added as she got to her feet.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Oh, so that's why I keep falling. And here I thought it was my liking of tall buildings and the whole flying thing," Tony quipped back as he pulled out of his stretch. Grabbing his towel, he tossed his over his shoulders before nodding his head for Natasha to follow him.

He led the way to a room that could be called his office in that he could hold private business there if he needed to. Which meant he hadn't actually used it much at all since moving into Stark Tower. It was furnished and it had the proper amount of decorations to make it look like it was used, but it didn't have the lived in quality that his and Pepper's shared office had. He didn't glance back to make sure that Natasha was following him until he started to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Drink?"

[natashka]

"Or your suicidal tendencies and love of tempting fate?" Natasha said, grabbing her sneakers and socks in one hand as she followed Tony. It was a room she'd never seen before which meant it was rarely used. Leaning against the door, she smiled.

"Always," Natasha said, holding her hand out for a the drink.

"So, your plan for Pepper?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Do does actually count as suicidal? I wasn't trying to kill myself after all, which seems like a very important distinction," Tony pointed out as he handed Natasha a glass. "The fates though. I'm sticking with my story that they get worried if I don't tempt them weekly."

He gestured for her to come into the office farther. "Isn't that a bit personal?" he asked with mock outrage and then mock surprise. "Oh, right, the escape plan. JARVIS, you've cut the surveillance feed, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good," he said before sitting in his chair and raising an eyebrow at Natasha. "So, off the record, right? Don't need you going and gossiping to SHIELD again."

[natashka]

"Details," Natasha said, waving her hand dismissively as she took a seat on the edge of the desk, a pose she'd assumed often when working for Tony, as she sipped his scotch.

"Off the record. I do know the the meaning of discretion. The mark of a good spy is knowing which information to share and which to keep to yourself. Information can keep you alive. Or in this case, keep Pepper safe."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony took a sip of his scotch as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk. "Like the Easter eggs?" he said with a raised eyebrow before taking another mouthful of scotch and mulling over the matter. He liked the suit being his and Pepper's thing in a way. He had complete confidence in it keeping her safe. But there was that space of time between her out of the suit and in it. Considering her computer skills too, she had the best shot out of the rest of them to manage any complications of the suit.

"Did what I do best," he said with a raise of his glass. "Built her a suit to get her out of danger. JARVIS can pilot it perfectly."

[natashka]

"Those aren't even the tip of the iceberg," Natasha admitted, crossing her legs and giving him a look that hinted at more behind the facade.

"That's... brilliant, actually," Natasha admitted, her mind running through the possibilities. "Really fucking brilliant."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony snorted. "Considering you're willingly leaving them around, I figured it's only stuff you'd actually want known."

He raised a chin a bit in pride. Or well smug satisfaction. "Yes, brilliant. Very brilliant. Works like a charm too. But I don't want anyone getting any ideas with me making my friends suits and all."

[natashka]

"I might want to take it for a spin, but I don't think it has the dexterity I need," Natasha said, clinging her glass against Tony's. "Don't let it go to your head. As to the Easter Eggs. It's stuff I don't mind you knowing - not things I'm going to send on a mass email. I trust your discretion."

It was a statement that surprised her even after she said it, but she did, to an extent.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"For Pepper use only. You'd have issue with all the sections being too long before you could even deal with the dexterity," Tony said with a laugh. "You've have just as much luck fitting in my suit or Rhodey's, so no sneaking about to find the suit and try it out." He rolled his eyes. "I've had far too many awards for one little compliment to go to my head." And yet... It did feel nice to have someone else who didn't have direct gain think the suit was great. Although the compliment would mean more if she actually saw it, but hey, still cool.

His brow furrowed slightly as he eyed Natasha with a bit of confusion. "You trust my discretion? Is the fever going around?" He waved her over before holding his hand out to put the back of his hand against her forehead. "Come here, we need to check this out. Some sort of brain fever must be going around if you trust my discretion."

[natashka]

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you for a suit for Christmas, Santa," Natasha said with a smile. "I did fly the suit, I just wasn't in it at the time," she reminded him.

She rolled her eyes as she slipped off the desk and came over to him to let him feel her forehead.

"I'm not sick, Tony. Trust me, if you wanted to sell SHIELD's secrets, you would have. But you don't. You have a decent sense of morality and you use the information you get from hacking in accordance with that. A little too vigilante for SHIELD's liking, but so are many things."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Not the same thing," Tony countered. "Especially with all those horrible things Hammer did to the poor suit."

His brow furrowed, looking at her like she might be crazy. "Why would I ever actually want to sell SHIELD's secrets anyways? That's more trouble than it would ever be worth. The most you'd ever get would be blackmail and that's only if it was fun." He shrugged. "I have a feeling that the Avengers Initiative is too vigilante for their tastes. I think SHIELD is too vigilante for SHIELD's liking."

[natashka]

"There's a difference between SHIELD and the WSC, or well, between Fury and the WSC." Even between Fury and Hill, but she'd let Tony figure out that one on his own.

"SHIELD likes to control things though. And you're uncontrollable."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Aw, you always know how to talk so sweet to me," Tony teased with a smirk. "Yup, that difference is a nice nuclear missile. And a few other personal preferences that are laughable really."

[natashka]

"If I wanted to sweet talk you, I'd talk specs for the helicarrier or the quinjet or the new motorcycles SHIELD has in R&D," Natasha teased as she picked up her scotch again and sipped.

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony perked up, his full attention on Natasha. "New motorcycles? What new motorcycles? Any specific functions they're working on?"

[natashka]

"Batmobile meets crotch rocket," Natasha explained. "Some of us prefer something more discreet than a large black SUV with bulletproof glass. "

[playboy_philanthropist]

"You mean like the bat cycle? Or something with a bit more coverage?" Tony asked curiously. "Because one benefit of the SUV over a crotch rocket would be that bulletproof bit. You know, for those of us who aren't bulletproof normally."

[natashka]

"Something along those lines. For folks like Clint & me, our suits are Kevlar based and whichever one of us is riding bitch has a greater range of motion for firing from a motorcycle than from the passenger seat of an SUV," Natasha explained.

"Not to mention, motorcycles are more fun and can manouver in tighter spaces."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Sunroofs. The SUVs need sunroofs," Tony joked before snorting. "Although the Kevlar would do him more good if he actually, you know, had sleeves on his outfit. But yes, motorcycles are easier to maneuver in all sorts of places, especially in the city." He smirked. "I might have to pay their R&D department a visit."

[natashka]

"The SUVs need gun turrets," Natasha countered.

"You mean Princess Stark will actually leave her tower? This I have to see."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"That'd be a bit hard to stay undercover with," Tony shot back before rolling his eyes. "I leave the tower. I leave it quite a bit. I can't help it if you're always gone when I leave it."

[natashka]

"I meant leave it without your suit on," Natasha quipped.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"I'm shocked, Agent Romanoff," Tony said with a sigh. "Your surveillance skills are getting soft. I know that the motorcycle is very distracting when I go out, but to miss me actually on top of it? Tsk tsk."

[natashka]

"I was distracted by the bike. It's prettier than you. How come you never take me out for lunch?" she teased playfully.