Too Human

Notes:

To my dearest fellow Marvel Lovers,

Thank you all for trying out this fic. I truly hope you enjoy it :)
I would like to warn you for the tags and archive warning though!
Also, this is not meant to be a DarkTony fic... though I don't want to spoil so you'll just have to read and judge for yourself ^^

Tony stared at the massive box that was delivered on his front porch, a frown on his face. The crate was slightly bigger than he was, the boxing revealing no name nor address.

'The fuck is this?' he mumbled as the delivery guy searched through his papers.

'Don't know sir, but if you could just sign this form, that would be great.' He held out a yellowish paper, barely meeting the billionaire's eyes as he stared from under his cap. He had a sluggish posture, loudly chewing his bubblegum as he just seemed completely done with his job, and his life for that matter.

'Pfff-fine,' Tony grumbled, signing the somewhat sticky form and letting the guy through to set the box inside his house.

Whatever was in it must be heavy, for the scraggly man had to use all his strength to wheel the box inside. The stranger huffed before walking out, sand and dirt falling from his shoes and staining the marble floor.

The playboy let out a heavy sigh after closing the door and turned his gaze back to the object in question. 'J? Analyze please. What are we dealing with? Angry ex? Bomb? Though chances are that there's a connection between those two.'

'Analyzing content, sir.' The calming voice of the AI echoed through the room. 'Analyze complete. Content seems to be hybrid, a fusion of both biological and inorganic material.'

This new information only sparked more questions. Tony observed the box, fingers itching to open it. 'So... nothing dangerous? Can you tell me who it's from?'

'No explosive material detected. Sending all information to your tablet. As for its sender,' The AI remained silent for a moment. 'It seems to be coming from mister Stane.'

'Obi?' he searched through his tools for a crowbar. 'You sure?'

'There's a note on the top of the box, sir.'

'Ah... Yeah, of course there is.' The man mumbled as he had to step on a chair to reach it. 'Jokes about my height never get old, huh?' His name was written on the front of the note. He turned it to find a short message;

Tony,

I know you don't have a lot of time to fool around, so I hope this present will help you blow off some steam.

                      - Stane

'...The fuck-? Whatever is in here, I already feel like sending it back.' He took a deep breath before prying the box open using a crowbar. It fell apart like a house of cards the moment the first couple of nails were pulled out.

Tony coughed as the room filled with dust, his eyes then widening as he stared at the "present" his coworker send him.

Standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a tight dark blue bodysuit, was a man. The playboy froze, not wanting to see the look on his own face as he stared at the divine body in front of him. The man was tall, hair blond and shoulders broad. His waist was small, legs strong and every muscle clearly visible beneath the suit. His eyes, however, were still closed.