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Marvel: President Stark Chapter 6 - The Aunt, The Secretary & The Imposter
🕑 Added 2024-06-07 14:35:12 +0000 UTC"Peter!" May shouted towards the back. "Come here quick!"
"Woah, you're a mom? You don't look the part." Tony exclaimed while glancing down at the scrawny little kid rocking an Iron Man T-shirt, complete with a small camera dangling around his neck and a marker in his hand. "Look at you, the full paparazzi setup. Just don't sell my autograph on eBay, alright? I’ll tell your mom if you do."
"Oh, no, no… I'm his Aunt." May quickly clarified her relationship. "I'm Peter's legal guardian. He's very sweet and intelligent, just yesterday he created a working miniature replica of an Iron Guardian."
"How old is he?" Tony asked curiously. He didn't mind May's boasting since it was common among parents.
Peter nervously looked up at Tony's imposing face while he fixed his round glasses over his nose. "M-Mr. Stark! I'm ten years old."
"So, which one first? Picture or autograph?" Tony asked, simultaneously scanning the boy's school records with Jarvis through his glasses. Hmm, not bad, kid. Pretty sharp for a ten-year-old. Maybe I'll keep an eye on this one—future Stark intern material?
"Picture!" Peter chirped excitedly.
"Alright then."
May quickly grabbed Peter's camera and walked a few steps away. Meanwhile, Tony squatted down to the boy's level and held the kid by his shoulder. "What do you wanna do when you grow up, Peter?"
"I wanna become like you!" Peter exclaimed immediately.
Tony chuckled and smiled for the camera, showing his usual victory sign. Peter copied him and did the same.
Flash!
With the picture taken, Tony took the marker from Peter and signed on the back of the white T-shirt the boy was wearing.
"Mr. Stark… C-can I see it?" Peter requested after getting everything, his eyes staring at Tony's chest.
Tony understood what the boy wanted and sighed. "Now that's a second date question, kid."
"Peter, don't be like that." May scolded the boy's curiosity. Peter, timid, shrank back and shut his mouth.
Fuck it, I'm dying anyway. Might be the last chance he gets. Tony sighed and unbuttoned just the middle button of his shirt. Since he had put his blazer away anyway, it was easy to give a peak of the Arc Reactor without revealing the poisoned veins.
"Happy?" Tony asked. "Come here."
Tony squatted down and grabbed the boy's hand and made him touch the Arc reactor, feeling all of its faint vibrations.
"Wooooah! I-It's like an engine!" Peter exclaimed, his brown sparkling eyes going wide.
"Because it is," Tony replied.
"Fascinating." May also squatted down all of a sudden and touched the Arc Reactor with her finger. "You made this in a cave, they say."
"Alright, the show's over." Tony shot to his feet, buttoning up his shirt with a flourish. May jumped back awkwardly, clutching Peter's hand like he was her ticket out of the awkwardness.
"This thing's keeping me alive." Tony looked around then, and then at his watch. It was already a few hours since he arrived at the charity event, so he decided to head out to find Reed as per the plan.
"Thank you, Mr. Stark." Peter thanked with glee.
"I'll be on my way then," Tony said, glancing at May. She had that wholesome, hot, PTA mom vibe, so he didn't even think about trying his usual charm on her. "You did a great job organizing this event. I'll hit you up if I feel like a philanthropist again."
If I survive, that is.
May extended her hand to shake it, a warm smile spread across her face. "That's wonderful news, Mr. Stark. I'll do my best, whenever it may be."
One last time, Tony gave a nod to Peter and left through a small alleyway where his car was waiting. Feeling a little out of his usual vibe because of the poison, he didn't bother wearing his blazer again and even removed his tie.
The car being luxury, he lifted the middle curtain and quickly used the toxicity-checking device to see how much time he had left.
98? Oh, I'm two steps away from dying. Tony sighed deeply, feeling a little numb to the whole ordeal now. Let's see what Reed made.
He just closed his eyes and didn’t realize when the car arrived at the Baxter building, which was now Tony's property.
Through a back entrance, he entered the elevator, headed to the top floors, and arrived at the main lab. The situation in the office now looked much different. The researchers there didn't look as sad with their jobs secured. The place was clean and more energetic.
Though Reed's personal room was still as cramped and spoiled as before, files, papers, and much more lying around the tables, cabinets, and even the floor corners. A dustbin sat in the corner with balls of crumbled paper, so full and spilled that they were everywhere.
He should really hire a janitor. Tony muttered and noticed Sue was there too, standing beside Reed's chair against the table by the wall. There was barely enough space behind the chair and Sue. So he ‘had’ to squeeze towards the other side where he noticed a peculiar new machine.
"Coming through." Tony alerted them and tried to squeeze behind the two.
Reed, still focused on some paperwork, simply nodded.
Sue, on the other hand, started to feel awkward as Tony slipped behind her, squeezing between her and the wall. He subtly slid his hand on her curving waist as if to scoot her aside while his excited male member wagged like a puppy that hadn't seen its human for a very long time.
He intentionally moved slowly, letting his veiled cock reminisce between her soft bottom. He even paused for a moment, saying, “Hey, Sue!”
Sue felt the reckless intention behind his maneuver, subconsciously clenching her jaw and rear muscles in annoyance. Her slim-fit jeans did very little to hide her slender figure, her white T-shirt struggling to hold in her gorgeous assets, while her hair was tied up in a naughty teacher-esque bun.
Tony couldn't take his eyes off of her, and Sue noticed the lewd glint in his gaze.
Sue coughed embarrassingly and squeezed herself forward to give Tony space to slide away.
“Hello, Mr. Stark,” she muttered as indifferently as she could, hyper-aware of Reed’s presence and movements.
However, as Tony moved away, his hand glided down to her ass, giving the divine fleshy bottom a good few squeezes. He finally moved away to the end of the room to the machine.
"This is it?" Tony asked, finding the machine somewhat similar to a blood transfusion machine. But in this, there was a touch screen added, and a few additional parts he had never seen before.
Reed stopped tapping on his computer and turned his chair to look at Tony. "It won't remove the poisoning completely but it will stop it from spreading further. This will mix your blood with the fresh pack of blood to balance the toxins."
Tony frowned, feeling it was nothing more than a high-tech juice box. "And you expect me to live with this contraption stuck to me 24/7 like a power bank? What am I, a walking battery?"
Reed and Sue both stared at his chest as he said that. That was exactly what he was—a walking battery.
Tony realized the truth in his statement and focused on the machine. "I'd rather die than live like that, Reed."
"Use this to buy time," Reed added, staring at Tony's face and his neck with keen eyes. "It's probably above ninety, am I right? Time is of the essence, Mr. Stark—while I work tirelessly on a solution, every passing minute is critical."
Tony sighed deeply and rubbed his face with both his palms. He was freaking Iron Man, not an eighty-year-old man in bed. Attaching the machine and rolling it with himself all the time sounded less than exciting.
"Fine, I'll take it." Tony agreed at last, albeit with a reluctant sigh.
"That's great to hear, Mr. Stark. Sue will show you how to connect it to yourself. I've already briefed her on the matter," Reed replied and got back to typing on his computer as if he were the only man in the room.
Tony looked at Sue with a smirk. Sue averted her gaze from him and walked towards the door. "Follow me to the medical room, Mr. Stark."
Tony did just that and dragged the machine behind him. He followed the swaying hips of the curvy blonde and entered the medical room soon after—a small space with a single medical bed and a few other equipment there.
"Lie down on the bed," Sue said and put on surgical gloves. "The first time is always the hardest."
Tony flashed a smirk as he casually reclined on the bed. "Ain't that the truth,"
Sue rolled her eyes and pulled the machine beside the bed, while she sat down on a small wheeled stool. Then she grabbed his arm and folded his sleeves up. "This machine extracts your blood before cycling and reintroducing it. We've got a bag of fresh, matching blood ready, but from here on, you'll have to manage the arrangements yourself."
Tony sighed, finding her strange formal way of speaking weird. "What happened? I thought we were buddies."
"Ehm…" Sue coughed and gestured with just her eyes towards the ceiling corner.
Ah, cameras. Tony saw the little devices. He could have easily disabled them if he wanted, but he refrained since he didn't have much energy to do ‘it’ anything. This really sucks.
"I thought I just had two or three more days left to live," Tony mumbled while Sue pricked his arm with what Tony felt like an angry stab, and set up the machine. "With this, I might just be able to find a cure, you know… Soooo… Is the deal still up?"
You can have me for a whole night… however you want… as much as you want… deal? Tony remembered her words from that day, and she was very much sober when she made that offer. The condition was that he finds a cure for himself.
"Mhm…" Sue responded with her voice, embarrassment clear on her face.
Ah, I feel hot already. Tony noticed the shudder between his legs. But other than admiring her pretty face, he had no energy to do anything.
"Done." Sue finished and started the machine. "You can drag the machine with you. It's pretty lightweight."
"Ugh, I look even more sick with this. Heck, I feel more sick.” Tony grunted and sat back up. He looked at the reddened tubes carrying his blood. "I hate this."
"Then find a cure quickly,” Sue replied, smiling craftily at that. "Your reward is more than just living, after all."
Ah, I can't wait. Tony sighed, checking her out from top to bottom as she sat there. Her lab coat couldn't really hide her well-developed bosom and tight jeans-clad legs. It'll be a fine celebration gift.
"More reasons for me to head home." Tony got up from the medical bed, groaning. "See you later then… soon."
Ugh, this is worse than being caught naked in public. Tony groaned while dragging the machine alongside himself. Although he avoided leaving through the main lobby, it was still annoying. He put the machine beside him in the backseat and headed back to the airport.
Thankfully, it being his private plane, his car took him all the way on the tarmac to the open door of his plane. But when he looked behind he noticed the airport's terminal not far away. Ugh, someone must be recording this right now.
Accepting his defeat, he climbed into the plane, and the pretty stewardess helped with his machine. There goes my chances of doing her in the fight.
"Would you like to have any drinks, Mr. Stark?"
"Apple juice and a hamburger," Tony ordered his lunch instead and busied himself with work. He took out his high-tech screen tablet and started drawing on it using a pen.
The patterns soon started to resemble various metallic limbs—arms and legs. But instead of being combined suits, they were all just a thing of their own individually.
Twenty hours of battery backup should be doable. With a belt extension pack, eighty hours is possible. Tony mumbled to himself while engrossed in designing the limbs. But the American market is limited. Affordable?
Tony didn't know if he'd live to see the election or not, but he still took everything seriously. He understood that if he wanted to win the election as an independent candidate, he needed an abysmal amount of money to influence all walks of life—media, both parties, and the internet.
Firstly, the dominance of the two-party system created immense structural barriers, including limited access to debates, fundraising challenges, and restricted ballot access in many states.
This was something hard to fix for Tony even with money, but he hoped to find a way eventually. Perhaps by provoking other candidates to do open debates, or maybe something else.
As for the widespread name recognition, promotion, and support, he didn't feel much concerned there. Being Iron Man was enough to be known everywhere. However, the last aspect—the winner takes all nature of the Electoral College System.
I gotta win the popular vote in as many big states as possible. Tony muttered, finishing the sketch. That should earn me some goodwill.
After having been to the charity event in New York, Tony had met and noticed a few things. There were a lot of homeless people, and even among them, there were a lot of amputees. Many of them were even veterans.
Having already built an exo-skeleton for construction, he realized he could open a new branch for Stark Industries, focusing on biotronics. No arm? No Leg? No worries, he could solve it for them.
The best part was that his mechanical limbs were more than just balancing devices. They had actual joints, muscle trackers, and AI-based support systems that could allow the person to use the limbs like real ones—except for all the touch receptors.
I'd give this one eight to ten billion. He guessed the market value of this idea. Automated production can reduce the cost. Ugh… But not enough to sell in all countries.
"Jarvis, what's the current market value of Stark Industries?" Tony asked offhandedly while receiving the tray of food from the pretty stewardess.
Jarvis replied quickly, "The latest number is one hundred and ninety-nine billion, Sir. Projections indicate it will cross the two hundred billion mark by tomorrow."
Tony breathed deeply, taking a bite of the cheeseburger. "Great, but not enough."
"Sir, the company was valued at eighty billion merely a few months prior. There is considerable apprehension in the market that it's a bubble,” Jarvis added, reading through countless articles on the internet.
"It's not a bubble. We're not some flimsy, soft tech company. We sell hard, physical technology, and we're years ahead of the competition. But…" Tony paused, an idea sparking from a sudden realization. "JARVIS! How much of that evaluation is tied to my charming existence? Imagine Tony Stark vanishes right now, how far will the stock nosedive? Run the numbers, and be gentle with my ego."
Surprisingly, it took Jarvis a few long minutes to do all the calculations, carving a way through complex probabilities and equations. By the time Jarvis answered, Tony had finished his lunch already.
"Sir, Stark Industries' technology and research base is robust. However, in your absence, the market value is highly likely to drop below fifty percent," Jarvis responded. "But it will gradually recover over time."
Tony reclined back in the seat, smirking. "Alright, since I'm also Iron Man and will be duking it out with the bad guys in the future, there's a chance the market might get a little jittery. Jarvis, here's the plan; every time I go into battle, get banged up, or even come close to kicking the bucket, I want you to buy the dips."
"Understood, Mr. Stark."
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Malibu, Stark Mansion,
"That's new coming from you, Agent Romanoff. Since when did Stark become worthy of your praise?" Fury eyed the irresistible woman with doubt. "I hope it's not pity."
Natasha stared back at the man, her expression unchanging, clad in her usual attire as Tony's secretary; a tight black skirt, white blouse, black heels, and her hair loose. "Mr. Stark has recently shown remarkable emotional range. He's charitable and serious when needed. But often, he indulges in his vices."
"Hmm, so you're not blind," Fury replied and turned around to look at the sea. "His plane should be about to land. Bring him home. It's time he takes this seriously."
Natasha nodded and left without giving a reply. She didn't know if Fury was already aware of her intimate affair with Tony, but she had decided not to talk about it. After all, her motivations for going that far were more personal.
Like a good secretary, she just took a company luxury car with a chauffeur and left the Stark Mansion for the airport.
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"Ugh, Reed must have lied." Tony groaned as he woke up from the jolt of the landing plane. "I feel worse than before."
As the plane taxied to the private space, he noticed from the window a car waiting outside with a particularly hot secretary waiting for him beside it. Seeing her, Tony forgot all his fatigue and annoyance, the memory from last night's intimacy still very fresh in his head.
Too bad I can't boast about this one. Tony sighed and got up, dragging the machine himself this time.
"Mr. Stark!" Natalie rushed forward to help Tony down, acting shocked by his condition and the machine. "What happened? Are you alright?"
Ah, this damn hot voice of hers. Tony relished in her caring concern, her hands holding his arm.
"Just an experiment, nothing to worry about." Tony lied and dismissed her concern. "Nice seeing you again. Didn't get the memo you'd be my welcoming lady. Should've brought flowers."
Natalie smiled brightly and held the machine he was pulling behind. "A few guests arrived at the mansion. Ms. Potts asked me to rush and get you from the airport."
Tony snickered. "Let me guess, someone from the government?"
"From a government agency, they said," she answered and led him to the car, helping him into the backseat.
But just as she was about to put the machine beside him and take the front seat herself, Tony stopped her. With a quick press of the button, he stopped the machine and removed the tube from his arm.
"Put it in the trunk,” he ordered.
Soon after, Natalie took the backseat beside him while the car started moving. Tony, being a man who valued privacy, especially in cars with pretty companions, quickly pressed the button to put up the screen to hide the backspace from the driver.
"Let me guess again. Is he bald? With an eyepatch?" He asked, relaxedly staring at Natasha who sat there stiffly, never reclining her back against the seat.
"That is right, Mr. Stark."
"Tsk… I know him." Tony sighed and felt an itch in his palm to feel her legs again. The smoothness from last night was too stimulating. "What about you? Did you… enjoy the party last night?"
A faint blush formed on Natalie's face, her expression changing into something different from formal. Not seductive, but charming as she smiled. "It was wonderful, Mr. Stark… All of it."
Wait, does that mean?
Tony hesitated a little. But remembering that neither he nor Natalie were drunk last night when 'that' happened, he decided to try it.
Tony gently moved his palm and placed it on her lap, his fingers sliding carefully over the texture of her skirt. He knew she felt it, and if she didn't want him to, she would either remove his hand or move away.
But she didn’t, letting Tony taste the soft flesh squeezed under the fabric. It was a short moment, but they finally caught each other staring at Tony’s reckless hand, blissfully enjoying its bold move.
They both looked at each other and locked eyes for a moment. No one said anything.
Tony’s hand went lower, his fingers striding along as it made that funny little finger walk to pull up her skirt. Inch by inch, he eventually reached her naked flesh. He relished the sensation of her smooth skin under his hand, extending his palm to her inner thigh.
With a push of his other hand, he made her recline back into her seat, making her skirt bunched up, giving him more flesh to touch. As such delights should be enjoyed thoroughly.
Tony kept caressing her thighs as they kept looking at each other, their faces so close it would only take an inch or two for his lips to taste her lipstick and plunder her mouth.
His hand finally reached her soft petals, hidden under white, lacy, low-cut panties. He caressed her thighs around her covered slit, eventually feeling the steamy hot warmth starting to smolder. Stroking the cotton fabric to tease the treasure hidden beneath with a finger, he could feel her shudder in response.
Natalie started to breathe heavily, her chest heaving against his chest. She suppressed her mews, but wiggled her hips slowly on the seat, unable to hide the thirst that started to sprout.
Tony started leaning towards her to kiss her. But Natalie suddenly stopped him with a palm on his chest, pushing him back.
"We… We shouldn't be doing this, Mr. Stark." Natalie suggested, removing his palm from between her heated legs.
Dammit, did I go too far? Tony cursed himself for losing his chance.
"We don't have time for this, Mr. Stark."
Oh, so it's not a rejection?
Disappointed, Tony retreated and reclined in his seat. "I understand, Ms. Rushman. In any case, do you have anything left to brief me?"
"Nothing for now, Mr. Stark. The guest that arrived suggested that you clear your schedule for the next few days,” Natalie answered as she fixed her skirt. But then she gave him the weird look again, a big smile. "Anything else, Mr. Stark?"
There it is, my weakness. Tony groaned in heart, his loins all heated up but with no scope or hope of relaxation. Anything, she says… wait!
Tony suddenly spread his knees and locked eyes with her. Then he gave her a hint with a look at his loins, saying, "Twenty minutes?”
Natalie smirked with charming confidence, understanding him completely. Her nimble hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper. Not a hint of hesitation on her face.
Tony’s erection was already twitching with anticipation as he felt her warm hand dive into his underwear to take out his half-rigid flesh. It was still half asleep, gradually waking up to a pleasant and sensual surprise.
Without a second thought, Natalie leaned over his thigh from his side, opened her mouth, and suckled, uncaring that it was just half erect. Her tongue stroked him as he was fully stuffed inside her mouth, fitting all of him before he grew to full mast.
Tony shivered from the sensation, feeling the tickle grow into a full-blown sexual massage from the wet walls of her mouth. His cock eventually became too big for her mouth as it stood in salute. He then felt her bob her head up and down to accommodate his full length. She took him in deeper this time, striking the back of her throat.
Her hands weren’t idle either, massaging his family jewels or sometimes teasing his skin with the edges of her nails. The thrilling sensation sent shivers up his spine, his dick throbbing for more.
Sloppy, wet, intense suctions; everything she did inside with her tongue made him wonder which way his cock was actually aiming, twisting, and turning with every flick. Her tongue swirled around like a vivacious snake, slithering in hunger. Her mouth suckled and slurped, milking him with every move.
Her head moved far back to the crown of his cock, sometimes tantalizingly teasing him with her teeth on his sensitive skin, gently scraping from bottom to top. But before Tony could relish the deviously arousing thrill, she plunged back in, engulfing him whole.
Her head nodded and bobbed, sometimes even her shoulders followed the intense rhythm, vigorously pleasuring him, her breasts squishing over his thighs.
Tony’s naughty hands reached down her curving back, grabbing a hold of her ass as she leaned down on his cock. He tugged her skirt to reach her soft flesh with his hungry hands.
Natalie’s hips wiggled a little, allowing him to reach the plump bottom that he craved. With a wide palm, he caressed her silky skin, sinking his fingers in the supple sensation, gripping and releasing, relishing in it over and over.
Tony closed his eyes, drowning in bliss as his hand left finger marks on her rear. His body starved for more, subtly starting to thrust his hips up as if looking for that sweet release, thrusting into her face hole. He didn't need to wait long, already immersed in the heavenly sensation of her mouth.
The tight seal of her lips around his throbbing cock was otherworldly, sealing him in that wet, hot, slippery sensation. Her tongue glided up and down his length in waves, massaging him as the tightness of her sucks forced him over the edge of infinity.
The hasty blowjob was wonderful and he loved every bit of it, fucking her mouth to fill it up with his virile batter.
“Almost!” Tony warned in a single word, suppressing a loud groan of ecstasy.
But Natalie clenched her lips tighter around his cockhead, stopped bobbing her head, and only stroked him with her slippery, saliva-covered palms. Her red lips still suckled, her fingers massaging vigorously.
“Ghk… Ah!” Tony bleated as his soul finally fell onto cloud nine, submerging him in rapture. He spurted out like a fountain, filling her mouth with a heavy load of white cream.
Instead of coming down from such high, he was suddenly catapulted even higher when he felt Natalie’s throat guzzle down his cum. The gulping suction force so intense that he felt like she was milking every last drop, down to his buckling kneecaps and curling toes.
With one, last, long suck, Natalie moved back, cleaning his cock in her wake, her tongue coiling around his cock to scoop up everything there was.
Finally, when she pulled her face back, his cock was clean, her lips shut tight as she gulped a few more times. She dabbed her glistening lips with some tissue and grabbed a water bottle from the side, to cleanse her sticky throat.
She gracefully smoothed down her clothes to look as good as before, not a hair strand out of place.
Tony, so lost in the damn bliss, didn’t even put his cock back in his pants and simply relaxed back in his seat with his eyes closed. He took deep breaths from time to time, letting it all sink in.
Eventually, he felt Natalie's fingers doing the job of tucking him back in. He didn’t mind it and looked at her fondly, almost regretting he wasn’t exactly her only “boss”.
"I'm thinking of making you permanent," Tony muttered, as the car took the final turn toward his mansion. They finished right on time. "What do you think? You can have any room in the mansion as your office. Just stay out of my lab—unless you bring coffee… and yourself."
Dammit, you're becoming too easy, Tony Stark. Tony abruptly realized he was being swayed by a woman's femininity. It was like being honey-trapped. She's likely a spy, did you forget? You tinhead fool.
Natasha pleasantly smiled, reaching for the door to unlock it. "I'll think about it, Mr. Stark."
The car came to a halt and they got out. To Tony's surprise, the almighty Fury opened his side of the door himself.
"Time's up, Stark. Your philanthropy and debauchery need to take the back seat." Fury greeted him with his usual sharp tongue. "I'm here to save your ass."
Tony scoffed, walking into his mansion through the wall of SHIELD agents at the entrance. "No thanks, I got armor for my ass."
"But not a cure for it," Fury replied, following Tony to the mansion's bar.
"And you got it?" Tony asked back with a dismissive sneer.
"Yes," Fury replied
"..." Tony placed his drink down and looked back at Fury. "You found a cure? What is it?"
A little bit smug at having Stark so clueless, Fury got closer to Tony and pointed at his chest. "That thing in your chest is based on an unfinished technology."
Tony sat down on a stool by the bar, "No, it was finished. It’s never been particularly effective until I miniaturized it and put it in my chest."
"No,” Fury refuted, taking a seat himself and making a drink for himself. "Howard said the Arc Reactor was the stepping stone to something greater. He was about to kick off the energy race that was going to dwarf the arms race. He was onto something big… Something so big that it was going to make the nuclear reactor look like a triple A-battery."
There was seriousness in Fury's words.
"I guess he had the same thought as me back then,” Tony added.
Fury shifted in his seat and glanced at him with interest. "What thought?"
"One of my election promises. Hundred percent green energy." Tony revealed and tapped on the arc reactor on his chest. "This is the key to that promise."
"Then, in the current state, the key is broken," Fury jabbed.
Tony sighed and looked over to the machine Reed had gifted him. "You told me I hadn't tried everything back then. What did you mean by that?"
"He said that you were the only person with the means and the knowledge to finish what he started."
"He said that?" Tony found it hard to believe.
"Are you that guy? Are you? 'Cause if you are, you can solve the riddle. Keep your promises, and run for election as you planned," Fury answered, and gestured with his hand to some agents.
"I find it hard to believe you, when all I remember of him was being cold and calculating. You're talking about the man whose happiest day was when he shipped me off to a boarding school," Tony rebuked.
"That's not true."
"So you know him better than I do?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. He was one of the founding members of SHIELD," Fury replied, getting up just as two agents brought in a big box. "Clearly, you need some alone time to flesh out your understanding of your father. The clock's ticking, Stark. My agents will set up a perimeter, and Agent Coulson will be your contact."
"Wait, wait, wait! Founder? And what is this? Wait, am I being locked in here?!" Tony jumped up to find answers. "I'm not a kid you can just lock up."
"I just did." Fury smirked, "Tick-tock, Tony. And remember, I got my eye on you."
Ignoring Fury, Tony looked at Natalie, "You're not leaving, right?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. Ms. Pepper has called me urgently to help with the Stark Expo," Natalie answered stoically.
Tony rolled his eyes and looked at the box he had received. "Fine… Go on. Leave this dying man alone."
"I'll be here, Mr. Stark," Coulson voiced.
Tony scoffed and dragged the box to the basement. "I prefer solitude."
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Tony began going through the materials. The videotapes, the diaries, and everything else that was in there. He did have some clue what his father was trying to hint at, but he wasn't sure. On top of that, he realized he really didn't have enough time left anymore.
In the end, he had to strap himself to the machine Reed Richards gave him to stay alive to finish the project. The issue was that he had no clue where he should start. But the first and only hint he had received was the huge Stark Expo model. For some reason, the videotapes constantly showed the model of the rudimentary Arc Reactor alongside cuts to the Expo model.
I guess only one thing left to do now.
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Stark Industries Headquarters,
Pepper Potts sat in her lavish, huge office, hard at work as the CEO. She had something to prove, shut mouths by showing results. Although the company stock had surged, it was still mostly Tony's doing. So she looked for any chance to prove herself.
Knock! Knock!
Suddenly, the door to the office opened and Iron Man walked in, the metallic footsteps and the joints making sounds she was too used to by now.
"Tony, I don't have time for th—"
To her surprise, Tony didn't even greet her and instead walked towards the right corner of the room where the model of Stark Expo was standing against the wall, covered with a piece of cloth.
Thud! Thud!
Just then, five more Iron Mans walked in.
At that moment Pepper realized Tony wasn't even there. These were Iron Guardians. She quickly dialed Tony's number to ask him what was going on, but to her best attempts, the call didn't go through.
"Please be at ease, Ms. Potts. Mr. Stark has dispatched them to retrieve the Stark Expo model. He intends to display it on his wall." Jarvis addressed Pepper from one of the Iron Guardians. Of course, the AI had learned to lie for its father.
"On the wall? I thought he hated it," Pepper exclaimed and watched the Iron Guardians grab the whole model in pieces and leave her office the same way they entered. "Whatever, I don't have time to bicker with him."
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On that same day, in a basement workshop of a billionaire, a new element was theorized. Just a day later, that very same theory turned into reality, giving birth to a new element that had the power to change the world.
"Sir, the reactor has accepted the modified core," Jarvis notified. "I’ll start running the diagnostics."
Clank!
The wrench from Tony's hands slipped and fell to the floor. He also fell to his seat with an empty headed shock. "Not the end for Tony Stark, ha?"
Quickly, he took off his vest and removed the old Arc Reactor while grabbing the new one, aiming to place it into his chest.
"Sir, we are unclear as to the effec—"
"I got two days left to live without that damn machine." Tony plucked the tubes attached to his arm. "Run your diagnostics in real-time."
Clack!
With that, Tony fixed the new Arc Reactor to his chest without a second to waste. It was all normal at first, but then the burning sensation took over. From his chest, spreading all over his body through his veins.
"Oh! Yeah!" Tony roared at the new sensation. He could feel his body regaining the lost energy. The toxins were vanishing, there was no doubt. "It tastes like coconut and metal!"
Jarvis continued to study all the vitals in the meantime. "Everything appears, normal, Sir."
"There it is!" Tony muttered, sweating profusely. "Time to get serious about the election now... Ooooh... I really need a drink. Jarvis, I'm feeling generous. Donate a hundred million to the Haiti earthquake relief fund. I heard it's pretty bad this time."
"Two hundred thousand deaths, Sir,” Jarvis replied, and executed the commands.
"That bad?" Tony frowned, realizing it wasn't something worth celebrating. "See if we can help them in reconstruction."
After a moment of silence, Tony's eyes fell on the blood transfusion machine, and a smile grew on his face as he remembered a promise from a certain luscious blonde. You suggested it, Sue. Don't blame me now.
"Sir, you have a call from the imposter Professor Amanda,” Jarvis notified.
Tony smirked deviously at that. "Did you get me the handcuffs I asked you to order?"
"The box is in your storeroom, Sir."
"Good, accept the call then," Tony ordered, and heard the beep. "What can I do for you, Ms. Kreed?"
"Straight to the point? I like that. I found myself in LA for a conference, and I couldn't help but wonder if the invitation to your mansion still stands."
Stark Expo is at night tomorrow. Tony looked up at his schedule. Morning should be fine.
"For you, the door's always open. How about tomorrow morning? I'll be busy with the Expo at night,” Tony replied.
"Works for me," Amanda responded, not much change in her tone. "Then, I'll see you in the morning, Mr. Stark."
"Can't wait," Tony smirked as he ended the call, his mind already buzzing with ideas to make her talk. "Jarvis, clear up my morning till afternoon."
"Sir, I suggest against dealing with her on your own. Our understanding of her is limited," Jarvis cautioned.
But Tony didn't care. "Don't worry, we have a batch of Iron Guardians on standby. Just make sure to record everything that happens and analyze it."
"Understood, Sir."
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Tony woke up early the next morning, preparing himself to get answers from Amanda. He grabbed the package Jarvis had ordered and left it in his bedroom before going to take a shower and dress up in a relaxing loose shirt and pants.
Just after he finished the breakfast, he heard Jarvis alerting him of Amanda arriving at his door. Tony waited for Jarvis to check all the surroundings of the mansion to ensure she came alone first.
Then finally, Tony opened the door. Now, it wasn't often that he’d freeze while admiring women, but this time he did. Revealing, yet elegant, those were simple words that could summarize her choice of clothes.
A white babydoll dress that barely reached her knees, wide open from her shoulder, revealing everything from her thin locket-clad neck to her collarbones and the edge of the rising hills. Her sleeves were nothing but decorations, hanging around her smooth arms.
Her bosom wasn't that revealing this time, but the dress was made in a way that her breasts filled up the dress into sizable large mounds. Tightened around her midsection to accentuate it even more.
The swish and flow of her skirt caused Tony’s belly to thump with excitement every time it moved. Tony was convinced it was called a babydoll to make all men feel like a starving beast in front of a deliciously cute kitten.
"Hey, Amanda… I mean, Ms. Kreed," Tony exclaimed, shaking his face back to focus on her face. Charming, he had to accept. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun behind while a few fluttering locks adorned the sides of her face.
"Amanda is fine," she chirped, her smile more radiant than the morning glow. Too perfectly carved, Tony felt. "As long as I get to call you Tony."
"As long as you share a drink with me." Tony invited her in with a gesture and led her to the bar near the huge window panes overlooking the sea.
Amanda kept looking around at everything, admiring the modern house. "I had heard the rumors, but this place is beyond my wildest expectations."
"Just my humble little home." Tony bragged and got behind the bar, making themselves a cocktail. Though his eyes never left her face. "Gets better with a… view to admire."
Amanda chuckled shyly, tucking locks of hair behind her ear while taking a seat on the stool. The amount of legs that got exposed when she did that left little room for Tony to imagine. Crossed, her well-toned legs were not that of a professor but a professional athlete.
Just like Natalie. Tony remembered. Though Amanda was slightly taller, and despite her voluptuous breasts, her waist was thin, her hips were admirable. Is it a mask she's wearing? A body can't be fake, can it?
"So…" Amanda awkwardly took out her phone from her small bag matching her sundress. "Last time I said I had something to show you. Since you were interested in that green monster, I decided to tickle your curiosity."
"You're tickling that just fine, Amanda," Tony replied, giving a faint little leer to her crossed legs.
With a coy smirk curving her lips, Amanda leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper as she tapped away at her phone screen. "We found someone who has natural psychic abilities—telepathy, telekinesis. This is a real video recorded."
Tony stopped shaking the drink mixer and looked at the screen with keen interest. Jarvis, at the same time, analyzed it to ensure it wasn't fake.
A red-haired woman was in the video, standing in a big white room alone. In front of her were a few wooden crates. With just a wave of her hand, she lifted the crates and slammed them into the wall. Following that, the red-haired woman guessed the number of fingers and items behind another person.
"How?" Tony asked, intrigued as Jarvis informed him the video didn't seem altered.
Amanda smirked and put the phone back. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on the table, her chin on her hand. "That is something I can't share. Maybe I’ll have to once you become the President."
Tony resumed making the drink, trying not to stare at her bosom and the naked shoulders in that dress. "That's just a matter of time."
"But what would you do?" Asked Amanda sultrily, accepting the glass of a fine cocktail. "There must be a lot of people hidden out there with abilities unknown."
Tony walked around the bar counter and took a seat right beside Amanda, taking the full view of her beauty with his eyes. It felt wrong, however, since he knew the real Amanda was someone else.
"As you said, they're hidden out there. Well, it's high time they put their talents to good use and join society. I'd love to hire them for various jobs—I'm already envisioning it: that telepath as Secretary of State, smoothing over international relations with a flick of the mind."
"Is that so? Putting them to good use, right?" Amanda's interest grew and she leaned forward towards Tony while resting one arm on the countertop. "What about their rights?"
What is she after? Tony felt confused and curious about her hidden agenda.
"Rights? Equal rights, you mean? Well, in this country, we're all supposed to have 'em, aren't we? I mean, I've seen some folks who might as well be from another planet—Zuckerberg comes to mind—but hey, even aliens would get their fair shake here, that's the rule of the game. So, whether you're from Mars or Milwaukee, it changes nothing," Tony replied, and the more he spoke positively about the supposed hidden people, the more he felt Amanda was responding positively.
"Hmm…" Amanda hummed and finished her drink in one go. "That’s certainly an interesting thought, Tony."
Her hand subtly, but very much intentionally, slid to land on Tony's lap, gently rubbing over his knee while she locked her eyes with him, leaning in a little closer.
Here she goes. Tony finished his drink as well and slammed the glass aside.
"Just common sense, Amanda,” he replied and silently lost himself in her striking blue eyes. He copied her and rested one hand on her other arm that rested on the countertop, gliding his fingers over her smooth, pale skin.
Both of them caressed each other, going up every few seconds. Eventually, Amanda’s hand reached the growing hill in his pants, while Tony’s wandering palm found her bare shoulder, sliding the back of his hand on her slender neck, slowly going lower and lower to her neckline.
"In that case, I'm afraid the world out there lacks any sense,” Amanda replied, her lips inching closer to Tony as if an invisible force of attraction worked on them.
Tony reciprocated, finding pleasure in his plot.
Their lips finally met in a heated kiss. Tony quickly stood up to get closer to her sitting figure. He got between her legs, spreading her smooth, sultry thighs, and squeezed her closer to his chest, his arm grabbing her waist from behind.
Their kiss kept going for a long time before it was forced to break apart, both intoxicated and feeling out of breath.
"I can't help agreeing with you on that,” Tony replied and went for another kiss, this time it felt hotter as both closed their eyes.
Amanda, or whoever she was, seemed to be enjoying the romance.
But Tony suddenly pulled back, “How about we discuss it thoroughly… in a more intimate setting?”
Amanda’s eyes lit up, nodding while still breathing heavily, her heart thumping incessantly. She pulled out her hairpin, letting her gorgeous wavy hair sway behind her as she hugged Tony eagerly.
Tony quickly slid his hands down her back, taking each soft cushiony bottom in his wide palm, and lifted her up. Amanda locked her legs around his waist, giggling and excited. She continued to kiss his face, pecking on his cheek and jawline. Tony walked with the beauty in his arms, striding towards his bedroom.
Reaching the wide bedroom with a magnificent view of the sea, Tony dropped her agile body on the bed, also letting himself fall on top of her. They continued to kiss as Tony grounded his cock on her damp panties-covered, drooling hot slit.
Muffled by their vigorous exchange of saliva, the sound of her moans started to echo. Tony’s hands got busy pulling down the babydoll dress from her neckline. To his delight, she wasn’t wearing any kind of bra; Instantly giving him an unobstructed view of her full breasts with pink tight nipples and small areolas, a perfect divine creation as Tony remembered.
“Ohhh… Tony… Ummmm…” Amanda whimpered the moment she felt his lips on her sizeable, honey-soft swell. Sensitive to the touch of his tongue on her hardened peak, her wet slit started to throb, her head pressing hard against the bed, excitement taking over.
His tongue flicked and circled her tiny rigid nipple; his hand sinking into her jiggling flesh, reshaping the underside of her breast with heated desire. Her pale mounds of fragrant flesh were so creamy he couldn’t help but take a nibble, causing her to twitch uncontrollably.
Tony kept suckling, while his hands started to remove her dress by sliding it down past her legs.
With a little tug and pull he finally got a clear view of her taut body, her pale satin-smooth skin flushed pink from her arousal, dipping and curving in all the right places. Her could-like mounds jiggled every time she moved, and adorable nipples swayed. Her shimmering hair sprawled out under her head, messy but charming. She was gorgeous, especially with nothing but that damp, low-cut panties on, clinging to her hips sensually.
Amanda felt his gaze crawling all over her body, instinctively clamping her legs as her toes curled in and covered her ripe mounds with her arms. Another shade of red bloomed on her cheeks, arousing Tony even more.
You're really good with this innocent act. I feel like a big bad wolf.
"Hmmm…" Tony looked down at the wet stain between her legs and smirked. "Let's remove this too."
Tony leaned down, intentionally blowing his hot breath on her undulating belly as his fingers hooked both sides of her panties and pulled them down as he licked lower and lower, dangerously close to her pelvic area. His breath was soft and warm, slightly uneven, tickling her all over.
Finally removing the seductive underwear off her legs, a string of moisture stretched between her pussy lips and the fabric, clearly very aroused.
He caught sight of her quivering pussy, so prim and perfect he could already taste the sweetness on the tip of his tongue. Cleanly shaved, pink, tight, and sweltering with desire. The slit invited him to taste with the glistening shine.
"Bonapatiete." Tony chirped before extending his tongue towards Amanda's pussy.
Amanda squirmed, her whimpers and moans becoming ever louder as Tony’s tongue slowly circled her clit-hood, gently teasing out the sensitive little nub within. Gradually, Amanda's pink kernel of love poked out. Using a feather-light touch, Tony massaged that most delicate flesh, gradually pressing on it and teasing her petals with two fingers.
She knotted her hand in his hair, almost begging him to invade her cave of wonders with his boneless flesh.
Tony knew what she wanted, what she craved for. Who was he to say no?
He slipped a finger between her soft petals, slowly curling into her wet pussy, gradually stroking her sensitive inner walls.
“Oh!” She gasped from the intrusion, sliding her delicate feet up and down the silk sheets as if in protest. But her melodic and breathless moans betrayed her inner craving for that wondrous release.
Gradually, Tony added another finger, widening her pussy, soaking his digits in her leaking juices. His thumb also stretched up, massaging her swollen clitoris up and down. His fingers started moving in and out, thrusting into her with a gradually increasing rhythm. He shoved in as deep as he could, his palm practically smacking on her flushed petals, over and over again, finger fucking her to oblivion.
“Ahh… Yes… Tony. Please, please… Don’t stop….” Her body arched as if presenting her pussy for his enjoyment.
“You like that?” Tony’s hand quickened its pace, titillating her slick walls with the tip of his fingers wiggling inside.
“Oohh… Oohh!”
Amanda lost control, her hair thrashing left and right as her hands clenched the sheets under her body. Her belly arched up as her muscles knotted. Every inch of her being tensed up, screaming for deliverance. Her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers as she came undone like a geyser, squirting all over Tony’s hand and the bed beneath them.
Amanda panted uncontrollably, gulping incessantly, trying to sooth her dry throat. Her body lay limp on the bed, coming down from such a high. Tony pulled out his sticky, wet fingers, enjoying the view of the exhausted beauty as he took off his shirt.
"I hope you don't mind if I spice things up," Tony suggested and left Amanda, a naked, heated mess tiredly relaxed on the bed, arms and legs spread wide. Her naked, flushed body glistened with sweat from his heavy-handed finger fucking.
"I'd love… some spice… ah!" Amanda didn't mind it at all. Tony was a fantastic lover, she realized.
Tony took out a cardboard box from under the bed and opened it. But his face instantly started sweating as he not only found the handcuffs, leather straps, and feathers, but also vibrators, butt-plugs, a short whip, and a ball-gag.
Jarvis, what the fuck! Tony cursed. But since he wasn’t wearing his glasses anymore, he couldn't scold the devious little AI. It is what it is, I guess…
"Spice it is then," Tony smirked with a heated expression and took out some cuffs.
Amanda's eyes widened in shock. At best, she was expecting a vibrator, or perhaps anal. But this was too much. "T-That’s…"
Tony dangled the cuffs on his fingers, smiling mischievously, “Come on, I promise it’ll be fun. Live a little.”
Amanda hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip while considering it. She hadn’t had her fill yet, and Tony seemed to have a lot of experience in this kind of ‘spice’. Eventually, she nodded her head agreeing to dip her toes in a different kind of sex she had never done before.
Tony crawled back onto the bed between her legs. He kissed her calf, slowly going up to her thigh, causing Amanda to feel that quiver in her loins to ignite once again. Tony kept going up, pecking on the outside of her drenched pussy without pause, sliding further up to her belly while sometimes licking the smooth surface. When he reached her swollen, sensitized swells, he started cupping her taut pebble with his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue; Warming up her body once again.
Both his hands were busy while he suckled, fastening Amanda's wrists to the bed, one at each corner—tight!
Amanda couldn’t help staring into his eyes, starting to feel nervous as she noticed the glint in his gaze. But as nervous as she was, biting her lips and looking at him helplessly, she couldn’t pretend not to feel the teases of his crawling touch all over her body. She felt even more powerless, shivering in arousal.
Tony then started going down again, suckling, biting, kissing, licking, and fastening both her ankles to each side as well, her body a star-shaped art by the end.
He took a moment, admiring his own playful work. The way she lay there, vulnerable, his to do whatever he wanted caused his already straining cock to twitch. It was as if his molten member was urging him to pounce as soon as possible.
Finding herself completely exposed and powerlessly tied to the bed, Amanda wiggled and instinctively pulled on her limbs, clanking the chains. “What are you going to do, Tony?” She asked anxiously, starting to think this was a terrible idea.
But Tony simply grabbed a cock-sized rabbit vibrator, turning it on. The echoing humm from the pink silicone caught Amanda’s attention, causing her eyes to widen and her pussy to twitch.
Tony slid the pulsating toy up her smooth thigh, seeing a little hint of goosebumps sprouting all over her body. Slowly bringing the faux cock head over her drooling slit, and caressing each rosy petal with it, he pressed the big bunny ear on her quivering entry, parting its way in and entering her soaked pussy.
Tony moved the naughty toy in and out, ever so slowly, wanting her to really feel everything in her receptive body. The small bunny ear reached her clitoris, sending tremors all over her shimmering body.
“Ooohhh… God! Ahhh…”
Amanda moaned uncontrollably, feeling the vigorous vibrations churn her insides like crazy. Both her private satin flesh and her tender bead played with, violently reverberating with bliss. With the previous orgasm, more and more nectar flowed out of her, creating sputtering noises. Amanda went crazy with lustful undulations, tugging and pulling at the chains.
But Tony went a step further. He left the toy deep inside of her, turning up the vibrations to the second level, watching it drive her mad, gyrating her hips on her own as the toy squirmed and wiggled in her core.
He took something else out from the box, a pair of nipple clamps that had cute red bows attached to each one, while a thin chain connected them to each other. Tony almost wanted to shake his head, but how could he, when his cock was already achingly annoyed with how long he was taking to get to the main course?
He placed the clamps on each one of her button-sized nipples, the insignificant bows looking cute, thrashing against her jutting breasts and pale skin. He tugged on the chain a couple of times as if he was making sure it was secure, then letting it fall on her belly. The thin chain slithered and wiggled on her unblemished skin, teasing the underside of her magnificent assets; He almost wanted to keep them there forever.
Amanda withered and moaned, squirming and throwing her blushing face from side to side. She was drowned in ecstasy, almost losing herself entirely as her pleasure buttons were pressed over and over again.
Ah, my work of art. Picasso has nothing on me. Tony finally stopped and retreated from the bed, getting off the footside.
"T-Tooooh-ny!" Amanda moaned wildly, her eyes rolling up into her head, her body shuddering from the heavenly sensations all over her flesh. The edge came so soon and she climaxed right on that dildo.
She thought Tony liked watching this at first. Yet, she never found Tony returning to her, even after her climax. Her worry mounted despite her flushed thoughts, and to her utter shock, she looked up and saw Tony sitting on a chair beyond the foot side, looking at a file.
"Ton-y~" She tried to grab his attention, her brows furrowed. The pleasure was too much, too intense.
Finally, Tony looked back at her face and smiled. "So, my dear 'Amanda from MIT'."
The way he took her name and designation made it all clear. Her cover was blown, for a long time even. Yet, she failed to free herself from the restraints as the vibrating bliss between her legs was too much.
"What's your relation with Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters? Who are you? Why are you doing this? And… What do you want?" Tony interrogated her, grabbing the whip just to scare her.
Amanda whimpered even louder and squirted on the dildo itself, leaking the tight sprays of her release on the bed. Embarrassing, and hot at the same time. Her pale skin turned flushed red entirely, tense from her third release so soon.
"Y-You-uh… Tony… You think I can't get out of this?"
Tony sighed and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the door opened and ten Iron Guardians came into the room. They all circled around the bed, raised both arms and readied their energy beams with the electric noise crackling.
"I know, that's why I'm ready to roast this stunning chameleon I just caught today," Tony replied and started counting down ten. "Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven…"
“Ohh…”
Amanda couldn’t control the sultry cry that came out of her lips, struggling, writhing on the bed, trying to clench her legs tight. She couldn’t help but feel the lewd embarrassment and lecherous shame washing over her body as the Iron Guardians made her deeply feel as if it wasn’t just the two of them in the room. As if she was being watched by more than one ‘man’, causing her entire body to quiver in scandalous, thrilling, sinful desire.
The sounds of vibrator continued to fill the silence in the room.
"Three… Two—"
"I-I ugh… didn't want it to be like this…" Amanda finally spoke, albeit struggling against the mind-numbing pleasure. "I really didn’t! M-Mah… Intentions were pure-oooh!"
As if her final semblance of control broke, Amanda’s skin suddenly shifted. As if a piece of thin veil was pulled off of her body.
Slowly, her skin began to ripple, the illusion she wore dissolving like mist under the morning sun. The borrowed face melted away, revealing the striking blue of her true form. Her hair, once blond, shimmered and spread into a lustrous, deep red. Her soft blue skin emerged, flawless and unblemished, a sensual display of her mutant perfection. As the transformation completed, her eyes, now a brilliant yellow, sparkled with a tantalizing, dangerous allure.
"I am mmm… Raven Darkhölme… aaaah…!"
Thud!
The whip slipped from Tony's hands, his erection receded on its own, and a terrified and confused frown formed on his face.
"A-Aliens are real!"
"..."
