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Title: Iron Man's Underwear 1/1 (Punk/Lita) PG
Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes
Genre: Humour
Prompt: 100. "Why aren't you wearing pants?"//Table
Summary: Iron Man probably didn't lose his pants like this.
Warnings: None.
“Huh...” Lita leaned against the doorframe and looked Punk up and down, her lips twitching with her amusement, but she didn’t say a word.
Punk frowned, crossing his arms over his chest he looked up at her, squinting from his vantage point. “Don’t even go there.”
Lita shook her head, “no, no I wouldn’t go there at all,” she said softly, resisting the urge to let out laughter as she saw his underwear were in fact, Avengers underwear, and Iron Man’s hand was right over his...ahem.
She coughed, then laughed out loud. “Why aren’t you wearing any pants?” she finally asked, unable to keep herself from laughing.
“I told you, don’t even go there,” Punk warned her.
“Oh, what’re you gonna do to me, Tony Stark?” Lita asked him, tilting her head to the side and snickering a little more. “Should I be worried? Tell me, where is Captain America’s shield placed? I just need to know.”
Punk pushed past her lightly and walked into the house, growling as he did.
“If Colt shows up tell him I’m never fucking talking to him again,” he yelled over his shoulder as he walked toward the bedroom.
It was times like this that Lita was really glad that she’d moved to Chicago.
You didn’t get much better entertainment than this.
Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes
Genre: Humour
Prompt: 100. "Why aren't you wearing pants?"//Table
Summary: Iron Man probably didn't lose his pants like this.
Warnings: None.
“Huh...” Lita leaned against the doorframe and looked Punk up and down, her lips twitching with her amusement, but she didn’t say a word.
Punk frowned, crossing his arms over his chest he looked up at her, squinting from his vantage point. “Don’t even go there.”
Lita shook her head, “no, no I wouldn’t go there at all,” she said softly, resisting the urge to let out laughter as she saw his underwear were in fact, Avengers underwear, and Iron Man’s hand was right over his...ahem.
She coughed, then laughed out loud. “Why aren’t you wearing any pants?” she finally asked, unable to keep herself from laughing.
“I told you, don’t even go there,” Punk warned her.
“Oh, what’re you gonna do to me, Tony Stark?” Lita asked him, tilting her head to the side and snickering a little more. “Should I be worried? Tell me, where is Captain America’s shield placed? I just need to know.”
Punk pushed past her lightly and walked into the house, growling as he did.
“If Colt shows up tell him I’m never fucking talking to him again,” he yelled over his shoulder as he walked toward the bedroom.
It was times like this that Lita was really glad that she’d moved to Chicago.
You didn’t get much better entertainment than this.