The Good Stuff.

This probably isn't the wrongest thing I've ever written, but it comes close. I mean. Yeah. Pint-size crack, massive, epic, bodybag sized wrong. You are warned. It definitely eats the wrong in every other Iron Man fic I've ever written for a pre-breakfast snack. Ideas from dafnap and jamaillith and hradzka.

If that's not a pedigree for messed, I don't know what is.

( R for pure, unadulterated WRONG. AU. )