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Marvel: President Stark 19 - Into The White House!
🕑 Added 2024-11-07 17:54:59 +0000 UTC"Five-twenty-two?!" Tony exclaimed when he heard Pepper. But the very next moment he typed on the screen and looked up. "The winner by the third highest margin in history? Sounds alright."
“That, and the first landslide win in twenty years. Only the second Independent win since Washington!” Pepper hollered, barely holding back her excitement. “Oh, and I assembled the legal team you asked for. Since you're still not letting go of Stark Industries, it’s more a political issue than legal. No law prevents a President from keeping a business—but the lawyers will make sure we avoid any conflict of interest accusations.”
Tony shrugged at that and finished the call. Stark Industries had the best legal team in the country, if not the world.
"Five-twenty-two? Congratulations, Mr. President." Reed wiped his hands with a towel and approached Tony. "Can I expect quick approvals for my first test flight now?"
Tony smirked and folded his arms. "Work with me on a new Iron Guardian design. Then I might."
"I don't have time t—"
"How about March of next year? Sounds like a nice date to shoot some rockets in the sky. I'll take the office in January, and after that…" Tony threw out the bait with obvious meanings. He wanted to work on his nanotech, after all, and having Reed could boost the development speed by a great margin.
"When do we start?" Reed bluntly asked. March was much earlier than he was expecting already. "But I want access to the Light Speed engine's data you stole."
"Stole?" Tony eyed him seriously.
"Scavaged."
"Scavaged?" Tony's brows shot up this time, arms folded.
Reed awkwardly scratched his head. "I mean, discovered, Mr. President."
"Deal."
With that, the two geniuses shook hands.
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With the November election results finalized, Tony started working on who he was going to include in his cabinet. There were a lot of firings and hiring needed to be done. Although he had a long list of names already, a few top ones were going to be people whose interests were derived from him, and who had powers that'd help them in their field.
For example, he decided to try Charles Xavier as the Secretary of State. The man moved around in a wheelchair, and that tended to lower the guards of others around. With telepathic powers, Charles could help him greatly.
Treasury was going to an actual, normal human that Tony knew personally. The man was no politician but rather a professor of economics. In the end, Tony didn't even need a real Secretary of Treasury since he was going to heavily utilize Jarvis' computational power to drive America's economy by analyzing data from around the world. The Secretary's job was only to listen to Jarvis and Tony.
The Attorney General was selected from an ex-Stark Industries' senior lawyer who had retired and was currently enjoying time with his grandkids on a ranch. The man was more than happy to serve Tony Stark once again, as the man worked for Howard in the past too.
Tony also included Ororo as the Secretary of Agriculture due to her powers. But her role was going to be expanded in a way that her actions would affect the world.
As for the Secretary of Defense, Tony chose none other than his tried and tested friend, Rhodes. He needed a trustworthy and sane voice to take that department, and he was glad he had one. Fury was an option, but he didn't trust the man completely.
Furthermore, he chose Raven as his Chief of Staff due to her ability to change disguises at will. He hoped to use her to breeze through deals, tough politicians, and foreign guests. Everyone had skeletons in their closets, after all.
Finally, he picked Darcy as his Chief Secretary. There were a few more appointments, but he was in no hurry to choose them.
"Tony, you can't be serious. You're flying there?"
Tony chuckled, midair, speaking to Pepper in his helmet. "Relax, I already took the real oath yesterday—had a little private ceremony and everything. Today’s just the encore."
Since 20th January 2013 fell on a Sunday that year, Tony couldn't take his oath as the President at the Capitol building. He had to take it privately, and then redo it on the 21st, on Monday. But since this was just for the show, he decided to give them a good one.
"Wait for me at my new crib, Pepper. I’ll need you in my office when I'm there for…"
"No!" Pepper barked. "That will not be the first thing you'll do in the office. Be more serious, Tony!"
"You assumed what I wanted, and now somehow it’s my fault? Sure, go ahead, tell me. I know you’re just dying to do it there, right?" Tony teased her playfully. "Imagine being laid on that table, me between your legs, your moans fill the room oozing with history—exciting, no?"
"Ehm! Yeah..." Pepper coughed and hid her affirmation with it. "You got the speech ready?"
"It's more of a declaration."
"So it's nothing out of the ordinary. Then I'll see you at the White House later. Please be safe, Tony, you have a lot of enemies now."
"That's why I'm flying with my fleet." Tony cut the call and smirked, glancing at the 50 Iron Guardians, 25 on each of his sides. They were painted differently in American colors, inspired by Captain America's outfit—Red, white, and blue.
Woosh!
He reached the skies of Washington, D.C., and did a flyby with so many Iron Guardians. The crowd was massive, spread throughout the massive lawn. The cheers resounded as if it were a concert, and the massive screens placed on the sides showed him.
It was unknown if they were just fans of Tony Stark, or genuinely felt proud at having a man like him represent their nation. He was certainly the youngest, most intellectually gifted, and best non-political President they ever got.
Shhhh~
Tony and the Iron Guardians started to descend down on the Capitol building overlooking the crowds. Massive curtains of American flags were on display all over. Countless bureaucrats and politicians stood near the oath-taking podium. But as the Iron Guardians descended, many had to step back and make some space.
Clank!
Clank!
One after another, 50 Iron Guardians created a wall right behind the podium. Then, Tony landed in front of the wall and waved at the people. He pretty much declared at that moment that he wasn't going to entrust some government agency with his safety. If there were already traitors powerful enough to deploy nukes, he had to be ready for the worst.
Quickly, Tony's faceplate shifted and revealed his handsome face with that trimmed iconic beard. He didn't step out of his suit, defining his presidency from that moment itself. The people weren't just getting Tony Stark as their leader, but Iron Man too.
Soon, the Vice-President took the oath first. For this position, Tony chose a politician with some experience, since he did need a helping hand somewhere along the line. It was one of the most loyal politicians to Stark Industries as the man flourished under Howard Stark's aid, and then Tony's.
Finally, Tony's turn came, and he stepped forward, looming in height over the Chief Justice thanks to his metal suit. He raised his metallic right hand and repeated the words.
"I, Anthony Edward Stark, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Tony blurted the oath in the most uninterested tone possible. Yet, the people gathered there cheered as if he just erased all taxes. But he simply smiled and waved at the people. Since he had no friends there, or a First Lady, he merely focused on the crowd.
He waved for a long time, waiting for the people to slowly calm down. The men around him tried to wave their hands as if trying to guide him somewhere. But he refused to leave and instead stepped in front of the podium.
"Good morning, America!" Tony finally cranked up the volume, flashing that trademark smirk.
"I'm supposed to head to the Senate chamber and read a speech to the members of Congress and other dignitaries—but that's not my style. You, the people, made me the President with your votes—So my speech today, or I suppose my first ten decisions as the President, will be addressed to you right here and now!"
All noise started to die down at that instant. Since Tony had already taken the official oath the previous day, he found no reason to wait. He had already signed and issued orders.
"Today, I announce the completion of the deployment of Iron Guardians! Yep, every state now has ten of these big guys cruising around the clock, stopping theft, fires, saving lives, and taking down gun crime before a single trigger's even pulled. The stats are in—a thirty percent drop in homicides, a fifty percent drop in burglary and theft, and a whopping eighty percent decrease in fire-related fatalities. Numbers don’t lie, folks. Turns out, having a metal giant on your side is a pretty solid strategy."
Of course, the people cheered. He waited a little and continued.
"And here’s the new deal, folks: Internet, power, food, and water—they're basic rights. If it’s not a hurricane, earthquake, or alien invasion, there’s zero excuse to withhold them from anyone in America. And speaking of aliens—Nasa’s switching gears. Not just space exploration anymore; we’re talking space defense, and with a few like-minded allies at that." Tony made a more serious expression then.
"All the deals made in the last twenty years by the Presidents, Senators, Reps, Governors, and bureaucrats will be reviewed. All accounts, and every penny earned by every Rep, Senator, Governor, Vice President, President, Secretaries, Directors, Generals, and bureaucrats will be reviewed and researched—any corruption, backhanded deals, and anti-consumer lobbying will be dealt with legally and publicly."
Not many cheered at that point. Not because they disliked it, but because it was too much. Tony was making an enemy out of every single politician or person of power. Investigating past 20-year records in such depth—wouldn't there be thousands of people involved?
"American highways and railways are getting a serious makeover, thanks to a public-private partnership—think less potholes, more go. And I’ll be taking a hard look at every global conflict we’re tangled up in, from Afghanistan to the Middle East. What did we actually gain? What did we lose? What’s the Department of Defense been up to? It’s all going public, folks. In three months, IRS reforms are going live, so you can track your tax dollars without a PhD. Also, tax haven nations will be taken care of."
At that, Tony looked towards the camera that was projecting his face on all screens.
"Listen, pay the taxes your companies owe. You got rich here, got to call yourself a billionaire here—don’t dodge the check now. Think of it as a little thank-you note to Uncle Sam." It was an advice as well as a threat. But finally, he was on the last segment.
"But here’s the real talk: if even one American is dying of hunger or poverty, we’ve got no business playing world police, handing out aid, or entering wars—if we can't fix our own backyard, we're only looking for our slow decline. So, the American Food Security Program will be implemented as an extension of Food Stamps—these are my day one decisions."
At last, he raised his right arm, and at his order, the Iron Guardians started to take off behind him one after another.
Tony spoke the last few words.
"I gotta move, got a Senate chamber full of old fogies I gotta entertain. But get used to this for the next four years—from today till the end of my term, no Sundays, no holidays, no vacations. I don't care about the next election. These four years are all I want, and I'll damn well prove what can be achieved in 1 single term—God bless you and God bless America!"
Shhhhh~
Finally, Tony took off, blasting the ground with a gust of hot air. Although he was meant to go to the Senate Chamber, he still chose to do a flyby first for dramatic camera shots.
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The leather creaked softly as Tony settled into the President's chair. His Iron Man suit stood right behind him, to the right in front of the tall window. He was alone at the moment, having just arrived after finishing the speech at the Senate.
Walls adorned with a few paintings. Busts of previous presidents on the sides, atop tables. The weight of the room's history was significant, even if he didn't care. He had been in that room plenty of times before, but this was different as he now wielded the power too.
The deep, rich hues of the carpet and curtains seemed to calm him, liking the airiness. While the polished desk before him gleamed under the soft light. He leaned back and glanced at the two couches perpendicular to his desk in the middle of the room, both facing each other with a coffee table in the middle.
Of course, his thoughts had already drifted towards the unspoken. Good enough to meet and greet in… every possible way.
Knock! Knock!
"Mr. President, the legal team is here." Darcy Lewis, in that fantastic black, knee-length office skirt, black stockings, shirt, and blazer opened the door and informed him before allowing the pre-planned guests to enter.
Should I inaugurate the office with her? Tony pondered how to make use of the comfortable couches and that table that day. It'd be a shame to not do it on the first day, after all.
"Send them in." Tony remained seated behind the desk. Five chairs were already placed in front of his table for the first-day face-to-face meetings with his core cabinet.
At Darcy's gesture, five figures entered the office. Three men and two women, but only one woman was young, and he already knew her. But he had no idea that she worked for Stark Industries.
"So, what can't I say from now on?" He got straight to the point since he already knew all of them.
"Mr. President, you can't talk about Stark Industries in a way that suggests that you're giving preferential treatment to the company. You can’t say 'Stark Industries will build the best roads' as that'll be a conflict of interest. If the company ends up winning the bid later, it’ll be under constant scrutiny. Also, we’d appreciate it if you cut back on cursing in public," the senior lawyer advised.
Tony shrugged, "Next?"
"You can't avoid the rules anymore. If you want to do anything that affects the country or the people, you have to go through the proper channels. Iron Guardians are your private property, sure, but if you want them to be a recognized police support force, you’ll need clearance," the second lawyer added. "But we’ll help you with that process."
Tony felt bored by all that and rested his chin on one palm, elbow on the table. "What else?"
"We hope that you can inform us before making a decision that may get challenged in court. Being an Independent, they’ll try to find any narrow gap in our defense to get to you."
"Don't worry about it," Tony said, leaning back with a smirk, his eyes scanning the young woman. "When I said I had eighty percent of the Senate and the House on my side, I didn't mean I couldn’t convince a few more. I just didn't think they were worth the effort. The remaining twenty percent? Yeah, they're the real winners—corrupt, criminal, bought and paid for. Don’t worry, they'll be stepping down soon enough."
The team of five looked at each other, unaware that Tony was doing that.
"How will you be handling the legal side?"
"Isn’t that why you’re on my payroll?" Tony quipped, raising an eyebrow. "In the name of public interest, Stark Industries will graciously hunt down these bad apples. We’ll hound them, ruin their lives, and make sure they can’t even find a penny in their couch cushions," Tony ordered, revealing a bit of his ruthless side. "Guess you’ll need to expand the team for this one."
The five nodded at each other and stood up.
"Then we'll start working right away, Mr. President."
As the team started to leave, Tony called out to the young woman.
"Ms. Walters?"
The brown-haired woman turned around and paused in her steps. She smiled at Tony, giving him a nod. "If you're wondering, yeah, it's me—'Princess Fiona'."
"I can see why even your green form tickles me in good ways," Tony shamelessly complimented her in the strangest way. "Since when did you start working at Stark Industries?"
"After I had a small accident at my last workplace. Turns out, not all buildings have floors strong enough to hold seven hundred pounds," Jennifer replied and approached Tony's table. "I never got a chance to say it, Mr. Stark–I mean Mr. President."
"Tony is enough."
"Mr. Stark." She stuck to a little less, but still a formal one. "Thank you for helping Bruce. He told me you helped him control the insanity. He's doing much better now."
"Mr. Walters, I don't accept thanks unless it's over dinner."
Jennifer pursed her lips, eyes sizing up the man in front of her. She gave a small nod and turned around to leave, an alluring sway in her hips present. "I'll ask Ms. Lewis for your schedule. I think I can afford a dinner with the President."
Tony watched her leave, her gray, long skirt so tight around her hips that each of the soft cheeks gave off a round shape. Nice view... gotta take a better look someday.
"By the way." Jennifer stopped near the door and looked back, twisting her waist, keeping some of her round ass in view. "Call me Jen."
I guess, I'll be tasting more than just dinner.
"Alright, Jen."
Following that, Tony had a quick chat with Charles Xavier and sent him on a quick, first trip to Europe to snoop around and see what the current leaders actually thought of America. To see if he could genuinely hope for a united front towards Space Defense with them.
After that, he met with the Secretary of Treasury and taught him how to listen to Jarvis' data. Then, he spoke with Rhodes and sent him straight to Afghanistan. After that, he talked with his Press Secretary, Christine Everhart, who left her job to join his staff.
As the day neared its end, Tony finished dozens of meetings, and three cups of coffee. But the last meeting of the day was the one he was truly waiting for.
"Ugh… why did I get into this?" Tony tiredly reclined in his leather chair. He had discarded his tie and suit already, and even his shoes were thrown away. In just his white shirt, pants, and socks he read documents.
Knock! Knock!
"Mr. President."
"Nat! I was waiting for you." Tony welcomed the guest by getting up himself. He noticed a small bag in her hands. "Are those burgers?"
"Just the ones you asked." Natasha raised the bag and walked closer to him. Her attire was simple yet hit all the right notes, a beige, knee-length pencil skirt and a sleeveless white, office blouse. Her black high heels made her slender calves stand out, and her hips highlighted.
Tony clapped and folded his sleeves. He took a seat on the sofa and gestured for her to sit beside him, close enough that the side of her hips pressed against him.
Natasha took out the boxes of burgers and let the man enjoy the food. She took one for herself too, "How's the first day going, Mr. Stark?"
"Already regretting," Tony blurted and took a big bite. "Umm… juicy. Too bad, you couldn't plan the date."
And now since he was the President, they could only afford it in that office.
"So, what have you decided? Gonna do it?" He asked as he grabbed a second burger.
Natasha took a deep breath, and gently placed her palm on Tony's knee, earning his undivided attention. "I spoke with Fury. He's unwilling to let me go, but he understands your concern. I'm honored that you see me worthy of such a role, Mr. President."
Natasha spoke in an official capacity.
"I’ll take the position in the CIA."
"That's… great!" Tony blurted, still staring at Natasha. Her hair was done loose and curly that day, the red locks so alluring on her pretty, perfect pale face. Her big eyes shined in that light, and her plump red lips just made him feel things. "I remember you said I'd love the buns… I wonder if I can still try them out."
Natasha's hand moved from his knee towards the inner part of his thighs. She smirked seductively and shifted closer to him, her face coming closer. "I thought you’d never ask."
Tony threw the burger back on the table and pushed Natasha down on the couch by her shoulders, not wanting to wait anymore. It was such perfect timing, why wait?
He leaned on top and kissed her lips, his hands rubbing her thighs up, pulling her skirt up too as his fingers danced on her smooth skin.
He kissed her with eager passion, carefully parting her delectable lips wider. His palm searched for that thin strap that would come between them, smoothly caressing back and forth the soft skin on the base of her thigh and plump ass.
Natasha suddenly giggled and pushed away from their kiss a little. She teasingly whispered, "I'm not wearing anything under there, Mr. Stark."
Tony's eyes widened and his hand quickly went deeper under her skirt. He knew she was willing, but didn’t think she was willing enough to show up there, in the White House, with no underwear. That simple, lewd thought aroused him even more.
Right away, his palm found her steaming hot pussy, ready, willing, and able. He widened her delicate petals with two digits and slid his middle finger inside, all the while kissing her glossy lips and slender neck.
“Umm…” Natasha whispered a moan, clearly still trying to avoid a scandal. But her body betrayed her calm thoughts, shivering and twitching with pleasure from his hand and ticklish tongue.
Tony heard her little whimper, his excitement peaking up even more. He kept kissing her, but his hands went up to unbutton her blouse and shove her white bra up, claiming her beautiful, large breasts as soon as he could. His wide, rough palms kneaded like no tomorrow, pinching her nipples between his fingers while his tongue trailed down her neck and chest.
He suckled and licked each hardened nipple, earning another sensual moan from the wiggling body under him.
But it wasn’t only him taking all the steps.
Natasha had a leg between Tony's knees, rubbing onto his throbbing cock. The other foot wiggled out of her shoe and trailed her dainty little toe on his calf.
Tony kept kissing and suckling on the fair skin of her swells, his hands pulling out the hem of her blouse from her skirt. His licks went lower and lower, leaving butterfly pecks on her smooth undulating belly. He loved the way she twitched from every touch of his lips.
He pushed her skirt up, letting it bunch around her waist, and then lifted the leg between his knees onto the couch’s headrest. And finally, he squeezed his head between her silky warm thighs, tasting the scorching heat inside her.
“Uuummm…” Natasha moaned while biting her red lips.
The sensation of his hot tongue on her wet petals was pure ecstasy. The way it slid, widening her entrance with its flat surface and finally going up to flick her bundle of nerves with its tip, drowned her in lust. Natasha’s body shivered all over, her sticky juices flowing and mixing with his saliva.
Tony indulged completely, taking in her essence with every curl of his tongue. He nibbled at her petals with his lips, suckling her sweet, sweet honey. He could feel her thighs instinctively wanting to smother him even deeper, but he held them apart, letting her feel his ravenous hunger plunge as deep as it could while his fingers sunk into the marshmallowy flesh of her lower thighs. The tip of his tongue danced inside her, stroking her inner walls with ticklish delight.
“Oh… Tony..” Natasha mewled. She could feel her body tensing up, teetering on the edge of release when she felt his thumb dancing around her slippery, flushed nub.
But Tony also felt it, her thighs and belly tensing up under his palms. He suddenly stopped, not wanting her to come this way.
"I really needed this." Tony looked up at her, relishing the flushed look on her charming face.
He pulled her up by a wrist and led her to the large oak desk. He pushed some documents away and made her lie down on it on her back. Her plump ass right on the edge of the desk.
Natasha followed his every whim, kicking off her other shoe as she lay there. The pearly white teeth biting on her lower lips clearly showed how expectant she was. Not every woman could say they had done it in the Oval Office.
Tony stood between her dangling legs, raising them straight so her ankles rested on his shoulders each. He kissed her pale, smooth calf as he unbuckled his belt and allowed his pants to fall to his feet. His underwear soon followed.
Then, he stroked his eager need a few times, aiming his swollen cockhead towards her gleaming tight pussy.
“Here comes the stab.”
He slid in, aided by her juices. The little resistance felt tight around him, its throbbing grip milking him with gentle strokes. He could feel her lower lips suckling on his girth, swallowing him all the way down to his base. He felt a strange new pleasure and thrill of doing it in that office, his excitement throbbing in every vein of his straining cock.
Natasha could feel his shaft stretching her pussy lips, his crown sliding over every inch of her tight walls. Her breaths heaved while her lips let out panting breaths.”Oohh…”
Tony hugged her straightened legs against his chest and started rocking his hips slowly, letting her really feel every inch of his heated shaft. It was almost torturing himself, but the way Natasha moaned as if pleading for more kept him steady.
“Ah…ah…”
With achingly slow plows and heavy grunts, his cock scraped her inner walls, churning her like butter. He slowly went in, struck her inner wall with a heavy slap of his hip, and then slowly came out. Again and again until she gripped the arm holding both her legs up.
“Ahh… Tony… Plea–se…,” she cooed for a release.
Tony merely smirked a little, his large ego stroked by her watery eyes. “As you wish, Nat…”
He leaned onto her even more, folding her knees to frame her magnificent set of mounds from her left and right. He fondled her breasts with wild pinches and prods, folding her body as he kept her legs there with his elbows.
“Oh–Oh God!” Natasha yelped as she felt Tony’s rhythm sharply increase. His cock plunged in and out with wild greed like a piston. His pelvis slapped onto the bottom of her thighs, his balls brushing against the star-shaped hole of her ass.
Over and over, he drilled into her with all his strength, his cock sliding in as deep as it could, striking against the very last wall. As if taking revenge for her spying, and the long time spent without access to her body.
“Gk..” Tony groaned when he felt her pussy gripping him even more, her muscles contracting around him.
“Oh fuck! Yesss… Ah!!” Natasha cried out in bliss. Her honey-sweet juices spilled out as she came, covering Tony’s cock with the sticky, clear liquid of her loins.
However, Tony didn't stop. He kept pumping as if he was squeezing every last drop of essence out of her. He felt even more pleasure when her watery release flooded as if his cock was gliding on silk. The sleek feeling rubbing against every bump and groove on his cock was utterly insane. With beads of sweat rolling down his temples, he kept going down like a jackhammer.
He eventually let go of her legs when he felt that ticklish tingle in his balls and allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist. He continued to fuck her senselessly, leaning down to kiss her moaning, red lips while his manhood throbbed and twitched, ready for that wonderous feeling.
“Agk…” Tony grimaced, lost in that blissful last, slamming thrust. His seeds burst out, smothering her insides with a heavy load of his batter. The insane shudders coursed through him like a tsunami of wondrous ecstasy.
For a few moments, he stayed that way, feeling the amazing feeling wash over his knotted-up muscles.
When he finally let go and took an exhausted step back, Natasha slid perfectly off the desk and onto her knees.
“Dessert?” Natasha muttered.
She licked Tony’s calming length, lapping up all the long strands of cum dripping off his cock. She kept sucking and licking, cleaning his cock completely, while staring up at Tony's face.
Tony almost wanted to take a picture of the sight. Her slithering pink tongue really knew how to make his defeated cock find new hope. To no one’s surprise, she got him to stand up again, ready for round two.
"How about on the chair this time, Mr. President?" she said as her shimmering red lips parted from his iron-hard cock, leaving a thin string of saliva in its wake.
Tony felt a twitch in his balls at the suggestion. He quickly nodded and took her to the leather chair.
He sat down and guided her by the hips to straddle him, sitting face to face. The wet mess at the junction of her thighs easily helped his cock slide in with eager fury. Going deep as her body weight pushed down on his scorching need.
Natasha started lifting her ass and letting her whole body fall onto his saluting, needy length, swiveling on her knees. She could feel how deep his cock went in, wanting more and more of it. She ground and twisted her slim waist, twirling him up inside her.
All the while his thirsty, dry mouth played with her dangling, jumping breasts, nibbling and tugging on her tips. Both his hands tightly clenched on her ass, guiding her grinds to stroke his sensitive spots.
I guess… It's not so bad either. Tony liked the view, her beautiful face looking down, her soft melons slapping him with love. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her agree to work with him, all the long nights and early morning meetings he could have.
The thoughts excited him to no end.
Knock! Knock!
"Later!" Tony shouted.
Ring! Ring!
Tony angrily grabbed the telephone ringing on his desk and put it on his ear, his other hand still on Natasha’s asscheek.
"Bomb?! WHERE?!"
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Tony rushed to finish what he started with Natasha and then got dressed. He looked at his phone and found the news instantly. An explosion had occurred somewhere in LA. It was a human bomb, apparently, meaning a terrorist attack.
Urgently, Darcy rushed into his office with a few defense advisors that Tony had approved. Christine Everhart also joined as she had to give a press briefing about the explosion soon.
"How many casualties?" Tony asked, taking everything seriously. But he also ordered Jarvis to use the Iron Guardians in California to investigate quickly.
"The explosion happened near a traffic light." Newly hired defense and intelligence adviser, Sharon Carter, explained using a touchpad. "A taxi driver died on the scene, and five others were injured. The man who exploded is James M. Thomas, an Afghanistan war veteran. He lost his legs in an explosion…"
"But he's walking in the security clip," Tony said and looked at his own phone. Jarvis had already sent him a detailed initial report. "And there’s no trace of explosive chemicals on-site. According to the footage, he… well, he blew up—from the inside out. Into pieces."
Everyone in the room walked around the table to his chair and looked at his phone screen. The video footage he had was even better than all the security agencies that Sharon Carter had access to.
"Has anyone taken responsibility yet?"
"None yet," Sharon answered. "We're working on it, Sir."
Tony hummed and rubbed his chin. A terrorist attack on the first day of his term wasn’t a good thing. "Christine, do me a favor—handle the press. Let them know that whoever’s behind this attack, no matter where they're hiding, won’t be getting any beauty sleep. And tell them I’m personally keeping tabs."
"Understood," Christine wrote it down on her phone and left the office.
Tony then looked at Sharon. He already knew she was related to the Peggy Carter that his dad often talked about. "Gather the dust samples from the blast site and zip 'em over to Stark Labs. Looks like whoever did this cooked up a brand-new compound."
"Yes, Sir."
Finally, Tony got up and looked at Natasha. Too bad, he wanted to spend the whole night with her, but he had lost the mood.
"Chop-chop, Director of the CIA." Tony waved and moved to leave his office. "Darcy, I'm going to sort out tomorrow’s schedule before I take a nap. Walk with me."
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It was day two of the Stark presidency. Yet, no significant details about the bomb came out. He barely slept for five hours before getting up again and finishing a bit of his personal research for the projects he was working on.
The good thing was that his office was also his house. So, he freshened up, got dressed, and entered his office once again. His assistants followed behind, giving him a breakdown of the day's schedule.
"The Prime Minister of Japan is arriving this morning. You’ll have lunch together before the bilateral meeting."
Tony felt annoyed already. He didn't like not having control over his schedule. He slowly started to realize the issues related to being the President. The man elected to run the country had to work as a host for the guests.
Soon, Tony sat down in his chair and started to look through the documents. His eyes fell on one interesting proposal, however.
"Let's take care of this one, Darcy. Considering he's still serving, he deserves the promotion," Tony muttered. "Get me the VP and the Defense Committee head. This one's going to need a little help from Congress."
"What rank are you going to promote him to, Mr. Stark?" Darcy asked.
Tony folded his arms. "General, of course. Well, an honorary one, at least."
Quickly Darcy grabbed the file and left the office.
Finally finding some time to relax, Tony reclined back and closed his eyes. He was still worried about the bomb attack. Especially the fact that the man who exploded was a veteran.
Knock! Knock!
"Ugh, who's it no—"
The door to his office opened before he could finish speaking. To his surprise, Darcy's voice didn't come either. Nor did any other assistant, or his Chief of Staff. No, the 'guest' walked right in.
Platinum-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, tall and slender form, ‘gorgeous’ was an understatement. Her white, high heels clapped against the floor, her attire a white, waist and bosom hugging long dress with a long cut along the right side of her leg—from her waist to her ankle, revealing her lustrous white leg up until her thigh.
"Emma Frost?" Tony asked from his seat, admiring the view with all his heart. He watched her thin lips move as she removed the dark glasses from her eyes.
"Heh," Emma chuckled and stepped closer to the table before stopping, one leg stretched out of the slit in her dress, revealing her flesh with a purpose. "Calm down, Mr. President. I'm not that easy to disrobe."
Tony frowned and stood up with a jolt, hoping to move his Iron Man suit. "You can… read minds?"
"A gift… Forgive me, I wanted to see your first 'real' reaction." She raised her hands playfully as if surrendering. But her eyes looked lower, at his loins. "Clearly, I didn't need to… it's all visible."
Tony awkwardly fixed his pants to ease his growing erection. He took a seat and gestured for her to take one too. "So you're a mutant."
"I am."
"You sent me Senator Stern's audio. Why?" He asked, though he had to force himself to focus on her face since the bit of her cleavage visible was too distracting.
Emma folded her arms under the bosom, making things worse for the man. The smile on her face made it clear that she knew what she was doing. "A well-wisher… hired to seduce you, entrap you, and ruin you."
"By?"
"Secretary of Defense, well the ex-Secretary of Defence." Emma landed her elbows on the table and leaned forward, locking eyes with Tony. "Who happens to be a Hydra leader."
Comments
MrPlotThickens
Yep. Under Tony, USA is blessed.
Nav
Tony could easily make wakanda less impressive especially with the reverse engineered light speed engine. Think abkut he has iron guardians that controlled by ai he could use that technology to make mining bots and mine asteroids like Asteroid 16 Psyche Has an Estimated Value Up to $700 Quintillion of resources on it. Or even find vibranium asteroids. Etc He could have clean ice water easy
Tiago Mieres
Nice timing. More pls :(
JRFG
I love this fic. Excelente trabajo.
The Shaman
You can’t make this timing up.
LETSGOO
The timing
LETSGOO
Lmao
