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Tony had planned to run for a very, very long time. After his parents had died and he was no longer under their protection to skip annual screenings, he had started to make plans to leave. The trouble was, having a silver spoon in your mouth at all times made the thought of leave the known world pretty awful and Tony, a creature of comfort by then, did not want to leave his home and his riches and his toys.

Uncle Obi shared his secret and together they kept the Stark Empire afloat. Tony was rich enough to pay off the yearly census. For awhile at least.

But that was before the Chitauri came and did what no one in the world thought was even possible in the days before they attempted to take over. They released bombs to kill Guides, specifically. Just like that, millions of Guides around the world perished.

If it hadn't been for the Iron Man armor, he would have died as well.

He'd only just met Steve Rogers, one of his father's friends during World War II, for mere moments before the hellicarier went to hell. He'd seen the way the Captain had looked at him, had smelled the air... It would have been impossible for a Sentinel to have known what he was outside of heat, but Steve was not just a Sentinel. And Tony knew he was in trouble even while he fought alongside the Captain.

Was it any wonder that Tony Stark was mysteriously gone before Loki was even captured or taken back to Asgard?

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"Fuck you," Tony shot back, commandeering the speakers. "Fuck all of you." He didn't exactly expect them to just fly away, tail between their legs, because of that reprimand, however.

He had no idea where he was. SHIELD was jamming JARVIS' nagivation but they hadn't pinpointed him yet and so Tony decided to take to ground.

It was not a very pleasant thought really, but he dived down through the mucky, silty jungle floor and let the repulsors bury him.

He was trying to rewrite programming as the suit did the work. The army had an armor afterall, taken from him by one of his best friends.

That meant that they might be able to find him.

"Sir?" The pilot was putting the plane down as far as she could. "He's two kilometers to the northwest. Look for the dirt plumes." Steve would have tp jump.

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Fiesty. So fiesty. Steve liked that about Tony. It was never boring when the older man was around. He was going to be a great Guide. Of course, there were going to be sacrifices to forcing someone to bond him. SHIELD was currently refitting his quarters, just in case. Tony could make things incredibly difficult.

"Be ready for a pick up," he told her because so long as Tony had the suit, he was a flight risk. "Keep me updated."

Steve jumped, again with no hesitation and he rolled as he hit the ground. It was impressive and a good reminder of how dangerous the Sentinel was. He checked his compass and started running. It was hard moving through the underbrush and the muck, but he was fit and strong. He moved faster than most people so he covered the distance well.

It still took time and he was sure Tony would be preparing, but that would just add to thrill.

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The trouble with jamming JARVIS' signals was that...well. They were jamming everything. Tony had absolutely no idea, in the dark, that something was approaching and he was caught completely unawares until Steve was close enough to catch a glimpse of him in the corner of his eye as the suit sent him the full area in three dimensions.

The moment he was grabbed, he started to fight. This wasn't elegant and he already knew that Steve had the strength to rend the armor apart. He fought like a scrapper, blasting and punching the whole while.

"You don't have to do this! Captain, you really don't have to do this!"

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His hand clamped around one of Tony's armored wrists. He knew just grabbing him didn't mean anything. Steve still needed to get him out of the suit which was a pain. If Tony couldn't behave, he wasn't going to need it anyway.

"I was going to give you a chance to submit to me," Steve told him, crushing and tearing pieces of the armor off. He cast them aside and grunted when Tony got a particularly good shot in. It didn't make him let go. "And I tried to go through the proper channels but you're not registered."

He twisted, throwing his weight and his strength behind the movement to get Tony on the ground.

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There were a lot of things that he had been expecting, but to be honest, this wasn't one of those things. To learn that Steve Rogers wasn't just going to collect him, drag him back to America and make him submit for testing and pairing...

That made this fight so much more desperate. A pairing would require a Guide's consent, in theory. That's what the television kept spouting. Anyone submitting could have their choice of Sentinels--

Tony could have a long legged, big breasted Sentinel and that wouldn't be so bad...if he was caught.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Tony grunted, blasting at the Captain's face with his free hand. The other...well, the other was bare now, but that hopefully would make the Sentinel more careful not to break him. Tony tried to get a foot in his crotch next.

When that didn't work, he bounced off of the ground and kicked back, hoping the repulsors would shoot him from underneath Steve. He might go into a tree but a tree was better.

"I'm not the submitting type. You want a cute twenty-something. Trust me. More willing to go 50 shades with you!"

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Oh no, there wasn't going to be any testing and pairing for Tony. Steve and SHIELD already knew that he was compatible with the super Sentinel. Maybe it was only gut instinct on his part but that was all people used to work on.

What the television and the media was spouting, was true for the most part. They were making it up to the Guides. However, they really weren't setting up repercussions for the Sentinels that took their Guides before the emergency procedures were implemented.

He snarled at the blast to his face. That hurt. He scrunched his eyes closed and shook his head, trying to clear it.

When he was yanked forward by the repulsors, he let go. He didn't want to break Tony's arm and where was the man going to go? Part of his armor was missing. He didn't suppose that flying would be easy or fun with one hand gone.

"All Guides are the submitting type," Steve told him as he stalked toward him. "Even if they like to pretend they're not. It keeps it interesting."

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"Oh, and you're suddenly a Guide ex--" Tony ended up getting his face smashed into a tree after all. The helmet took much of the shock but it was still enough to leave him utterly reeling. He clung partially to the tree he had hit, felt bark scrapping against he bare hand, and finally had JARVIS unload his missiles.

"I am sorry, Sir. All weapons are jammed."

"WEll un-jam them!" Tony didn't shriek, he wasn't quite there yet but he was getting to that point. He stood, facing the super Sentinel with his armor scratched up and his face set.

This wasn't how he intended to go out but sometimes you couldn't help it.

"I'm going to have to kill you, Cap. I didn't want to. But I'm not going to let you try to cozy up with me. I'm not the Guide you're looking for."

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It was in a Guide's nature to submit to their Sentinel, at least eventually. There was nothing wrong with pretending otherwise. Rough and tumble was fine by him. SHIELD had brought him a handful of Guides. They were all sturdy agents that walked away with more than a few bruises but they were willing--and probably hopeful that Steve picked them to bond with him--but none of them fit.

Tony, however, caught his attention and kept it.

Steve slipped an EMP disc or two out of his belt. He doubted they would completely disable the suit but it might damage it and hopefully it would keep Tony from doing whatever he was planning.

"You don't think you're anyone's Guide," Steve snapped back, tossing both of the discs toward Tony. "How selfish can you be? You know what will happen to me without a Guide."

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"This is my life. Let me tell you how much I care what happens to you!" Tony deflected the first disc with the lone repulsor left in his gauntlet. The second clung to it and immediately powered down the arm. That left his legs and one bare hand. Great. He was going to need to get a hook or something.

It was hard to be a play boy with a hook for a hand!

Tony told JARVIS to manually release the plating on his back and with his still useful hand, he ripped out a missile to throw somewhat pathetically at Steve. It would still explode on contact at least.

The explosion kncoked him back and he groaned, unable to really push himself up as quickly as he might like.

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starspangledspandex

Tony was just drawing this out now. The majority of his suit was no longer functioning and Steve, while injured, was far from immobile. He wasn't going to lose this fight. He wasn't going home without a Guide.

Steve swung his shield out from behind him and raised it to the thrown missile, crouching to protect as much of himself from the explosion as he could. It still knocked him back and off his feet, but well, he's definitely not dead.

He pushed himself to his feet with his shield and made his way toward Tony again. He was unhappy. Steve should have just had a sniper tranq him so he could abduct him. It would have been boring. He wouldn't have been as aroused by that kind of Hunt but he wouldn't have had to deal with the Iron Man suit. He appreciated it when he was fighting next to it but not when fighting against it.

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The whole of the moment was ridiculously awful. Tony was left to scrape along the ground in the jungles of Brazil catching who knew how many diseases and a man who had been a friend of his father's, whom he had found along beside, was about to do something truly terrible to him.

Tony could actually feel the armor being pulled off of him when Steve got right down to it and his mind immediately went to counting figures and expenses. And yes. He knew that was ridiculous considering what was going to happen to him here--

Tony closed his eyes and made one last ditch effort. "Clean Slate, J. Self destruct." The suit might...maybe...possibly...keep him alive.

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starspangledspandex

Tony really wasn't getting anywhere. Steve might have been leading him on a little there which was clearly a mistake but he was a predator. He was taking some delight in what was about to happen. He cursed in his attempt to get the pieces of the armor off, was Tony insane?

Steve went for more of the discs, snapping and shoving two or three of them up in the wiring of the suit, behind Tony's neck. He was risking hurting Tony a little but they weren't strong enough to kill a person. They were created as a localized EMP and to paralyze the target. He could only hope they would override the self-destruct. He couldn't have his Guide dying just because he thought he didn't want to bond Steve.

He knew he didn't have long so if that didn't work, he supposed he would just start ripping out wiring and throw everything as far from them as he could, in the hopes he would pull out whatever was in charge of blowing them up.

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Luckily for everyone, the EMPs worked on the suit but did not short out the arc reactor. Having Tony die while keeping him from dying would have been a genuine tragedy, considering just how precious he was as a viable Guide and for his mind.

Tony was forced to lay still. He could speak and yell, but nothing escaped the suit with the systems all down. That should give Steve all he needed to get Tony up and carried off if he wanted to go somewhere else for this.

So long as those discs were attached, Tony was literally going no where.

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It would have been a tragedy. Steve wasn't thinking about the reactor or it worked, but the suit must have shielded it enough to keep it from dying. He was thankful. He ignored any yelling from within the suit. He already knew Tony wasn't going to be happy about this turn in events.

Oh how the Sentinel in him would love to just have him right here. He was properly won. He would only really have to remove a few pieces of the armor. However, it was muddy and filthy. It would take a few days for the whole process to be complete and he wasn't entirely convinced there weren't other predators out here.

No, it was better to take him somewhere else.

"I'm bringing him in. Make sure my room is ready," he radioed and this wasn't going to be fun at all. He was going to have to carry Tony and the dead-weight of the suit out of here. It was probably easier than dragging a kicking and screaming Guide out of here, but only just. He did stop to rip Tony's other gauntlet off.

"Up you go," he muttered and he hauled the man in the suit over one shoulder with a grunt, then started back toward the jet.

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Inside the helmet, Tony was huffing and puffing. He could feel the condensation of his breath. He could feel his own fear. It was enough to leave him ready to vomit, and while it would have been fun to have Steve deal with that, Tony would have to deal with it even longer and so he held it in.

His whole body shook, contained within that suit, as Steve lifted the massive weight of the armor and himself inside of it. Once in the plane, he was rolled onto his back and the agents made preparations.

"Are we going back to New York or Rio?" Both rooms were ready.

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He sat heavily in one of the seats on the plane after he dropped Tony onto the floor of it. Steve set his shield down and stripped off the top of his uniform. The jungle was hot and he might have spent the whole time back thinking about how much fun this was going to be for him. He could have made it fun for Tony but well, he tried to blow him up and Steve was very much over caring about the man's opinion.

"New York," Steve said, eyeing the suit on the ground. He could wait that long. Anticipation was only going to make this better. Plus, they wouldn't have deal with transporting him again which was a definite bonus.

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starkingenuity

SHIELD was accomodating. With the Guide crisis in full swing and war about to break out in the counter, it was incredibly important that Captain America be placed. The room was ready to Steve's specifications and a multitool was provided as well.

Everything Steve would need to do this, from cracking Tony out of his suit, to nesting material, to bottles of water and lubrication, were all right within reach.

Tony had been sleeping until he was lifted again, not by Captain America but by a team of bonded Sentinels...the lucky ones really. They joked with their Captain about the festivities to come.

"It's all right if he cries," one was saying. "The fear doesn't last too long so enjoy it while you can, Captain."

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"Thank you," he said, with a small smile. He planned to enjoy it. He was sure Tony would fight him most of the way. He would be disappointed if he didn't. The closer he got to actually claiming him, the more excited he was about it and the more hungry he was for it. "Don't put him on the bed. I don't want any of the fluids from the suit leaking out on it."

The room itself actually looked like a normal room. Well, besides the fact there were restraints everywhere and the door sealed itself behind the team of Sentinels as they left. Beyond that, it's clearly one of the living spaces at SHIELD that has been re-purposed for this.

Of course, since Tony is still stuck in his suit he can't see all of that or how Steve takes off his boots. He still has the bottom part of the uniform on but he needs to get the man out of his suit. He picks up the multi-tool and taps lightly on the face mask. "Still alive in there?"

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Still alive? Yes. Still alive. Tony was scowling as he stared up through the black slits of his faceplate. Even if he said anything, it wasn't as if he could be heard. He tried moving, but the armor just refused to listen to him.

Tony still hadn't given up. He wasn't going to let this happen to him. He'd bite the Sentinel's dick off if he couldn't do anything else! Let him bond without the sex and see where it would get him!

He was growling about it when Steve smacked his suit.

Shit. He hated him so much.

As soon as Rogers managed to get into the helmet, he was going to get a whole lot of cursing. That would be amusing.

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He canted his head as he considered where to start with the suit. None of it was going to be easy. It was going to take Steve time. He figured he would be nice and let Tony watch him. He could appreciate the Sentinel that was going to bond with him a little bit. Plus, well, he wanted to make sure Tony could breathe properly because he really didn't want something bad to happen to him before they were bonded.

It took him a few minutes of careful prying to pop the seam and yank off the faceplate. He tossed the piece in the box by the door. He would get rid of everything before he started.

"There we go," Steve said, then shifted to one of the man's feet and slowly started working there.

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Tony did not look as good as Steve did right now. His eyes were wide and puffy, his cheeks were splotched. And the moment his mouth was free? He spit right in his face. Well. Tried to at least. The spittle managed just to get on his shoulder as he leaned back down to work the metal off of his feet.

Maybe it wasn't the best thing to get the helm off first?

"You don't want me. I get that there's a huge Guide shortage right now? But me? You don't want me." He hissed and tried to rock the armor...somewhere. "I'm old. You're still...what? Twenty something? That would be dumb."

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Of course he did and Steve, unimpressed, ignored it. His clothes were going to be coming off at some point anyway. He was patient. He wouldn't have any trouble over powering Tony and the man was stuck in here with him.

Maybe not, but he wanted to be able to talk to Tony. It was boring otherwise.

"Erskine did a lot of research back in the day," Steve told him, tossing more pieces of the armor toward the box. "More than likely, I would survive the death of my Guide. I'm not like other Sentinels."

He grunted and tore out some wiring that was in his way, then tossed that toward the box too. "Without a Guide, I have two years, if I'm lucky. SHIELD has been looking for a compatible Guide since they pulled me out of the ice. Their options just dwindled astronomically."

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"You were active for longer than two years before," Tony pointed out, planning on kicking Steve in his perfect jawline the very moment he could manage it. "And you literally have your pick out of everyone. There's still thousands of Guides left!"

Thousands of Guides for a million plus Sentinels, most of whom now no longer had their Guides. Not all of them went Berserk and killed each other.

Some hunted down the underaged, some killed other Sentinels to get at their Guides if they were still alive. It was bad in America and Tony had no real idea.

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"It all adds up," Steve says, shaking his head. Tony wasn't understanding. The media was trying to keep people from rioting, especially Sentinels, once they realized just how bad things really were for them. "And I wasn't bonded during the war, but I had a Guide."

He growled in annoyance as he yanked more armor away from Tony and dumped it in the box. Once he was up to the knee on that leg, he switched sides. The longer this took the more impatient he was becoming.

"You have no idea," he told his Guide flatly. "None. You think the government can protect thousands of Guides from millions of unbonded or broken-bond Sentinels? What do you think is happening outside right now?"

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Tony was running out of options. He didn't care if people saw him like an asshole. It didn't matter even a moment to him.... Except it sort of did. Tony's eyes scanned the ceiling.

"Fine. I submit. But it's Guide's choice. I get to pick my Sentinel, not the other way around. There the law, Rogers. So get the hell off of me!"

There had to be a beautiful scientist he could bond to. An engineer? He would take anyone female and doing work he could get behind. Not Steve. Not like this.