Tony Stark/Logan
He ended up in a bar in the middle of butt fuck nowhere because he needed to get away. The civil war had happened, his breakup happened, and fucking Extremis happened because when a super soldier tries to kill you the only option to survive is became super human yourself. So Tony Stark looked better than he had in years because Extremis had taken years off so he looked a healthy thirty year old but he was feeling worse than he had in decades.
“Bartender, another of whatever this gentleman is drinking.” He motioned to the man sitting next to him who was smoking a cigar.
Christmas was the time of giving so fuck it; he’ll give his silent not actual drinking buddy the perfect hangover. The guy just stared at him a moment and Tony just shrugged. He kept ordering more beers for the guy until silent and dangerous turned to him.
“What’s with the drinks bub? You think I’ll sleep with you if I’m drunk?”
“Tis the season of giving, figured why not make someone in the world happy.”
Tony downed another whiskey because since Extremis he couldn’t fucking get drunk and it pissed him off.
“Don’t want the drinks don’t accept them. Just trying to be nice.”
The man stared at him a moment.
“You’re Stark, the idiot who flies around in that tin can.”
“I am a lonely soul of this damned holiday, no one else.” He didn’t want to be Tony Stark today.
“Fine lonely soul, I’m Logan.”
“Nice to meet you Logan. By the way honestly wasn’t trying to get you in bed, don’t need to get someone drunk for that.” He glanced at the other man. “But you are hot so just know it’s not that I don’t find you attractive.”
Logan returned to his drink.
“Well you’re not bad looking either but not much for spending the night with anyone. Not in the mood.”
Tony shrugged and held up his drink for a toast. Logan met his drink with his own letting glass hit glass. They drank until the bar closed and Tony paid both their tabs. Leaving the bar they went their separate ways but didn’t get far before Tony heard some kind of animal snarl. He turned just in time to see a man jump on Logan with claws out ready to tear into him. Still not drunk he was clear minded when he decided to join the fight. His body was glowing orange of Extremis as he grabbed the snarling man and tossed him aside easily.
“Want to pick a fight with him you’re going to be outnumbered.” Tony told the stranger not caring why he’d picked a fight with Logan.
The stranger looked annoyed but ran off deciding not to fight them both. Tony turned to look at Logan and found himself being grabbed by his shirt and pulled in for a rough kiss.
“Woah…”
“I’m in the mood now, got a place?”
Unable to talk he just nodded quickly. They had sex in his car, in a hotel nearby, and back at the compound because Tony was keeping Logan. The sex was fantastic and Logan regardless of what he claimed got attached. He did not however like the media going on about their Christmas love affair. At least the number of attempted kidnappings went down because after seeing what Logan did to people who touched what was his, people decided against risking their lives. The best part was seeing what happened when the rogue avengers returned. He’d been dreading their return and now he was sure he’d been happily entertained by what Logan would do to them.