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Marvel: President Stark 23 - Wealth, Checkmate & Revelations
🕑 Added 2024-12-22 18:32:34 +0000 UTCTurns out, it's not a wise decision to try to blackmail the US President when one of the core cabinet members was a mind reader. With Charles there, the old man with the wild footage of Tony's college days had nowhere to run but get mind ravished and give out all the details.
Surprisingly, the man wasn't that much of a big deal. He was a college professor and stumbled upon the video footage by mere coincidence. Of course, he was also a member of Hydra, but far too low in the food chain. As for how he got into the White House—he had help from Hydra members in the White House.
That rang alarm bells in Tony's head.
At that point, he didn't care anymore and covered the entire White House with nanobots to keep an eye on everything. He also asked Charles to do random mind probes to find the moles. However, they found most of them thanks to the dumb blackmailer.
The guy planned to blackmail the President and get a few promotions while rising through the ranks in Hydra.
"Sweet." Tony was happy, though. He got to keep the crazy orgy video footage for himself. He was by no means ashamed because it was one heck of an orgy. Besides, he still had the hots for that professor. Sadly, the woman was old and frosty now.
Soon after, the blackmailer was arrested for treason, terrorism, conspiracy, threatening the President, trespassing on Restricted Government Property, assassination or attempted assassination of the President, and interference with Secret Service operations. Just like that, the man ruined his entire life.
But in the Oval Office, Tony wasn't even bothered by that since he had many other things to focus on. For example, Russia just annexed Crimea, and now he was supposed to do something about it.
"Sir, if you don't say something, the people will lose confidence. It's normal for the President to put out a reactionary statement." Christine Everhart advised him as his Press Secretary. "It's the norm."
Tony leaned back, rubbing his chin with exaggerated flair. "Who came up with that rule? Honestly, what do we even have to do with that part of the world? It’s just us playing world police, keeping our shiny badge of hegemony intact. It's got nothing to do with human rights, the rule of law, or justice. Americans have been fed this delusional cocktail that America is the savior of the world and we have to put our nose into everything."
"So you plan to do nothing?" Charles asked as he was the Secretary of State and the mess was now on his bald head to solve.
"We need to respond to maintain confidence in NATO and our European partners," Rhodes added as the Secretary of Defense.
"He's right." Sharon Carter said, being the Defense Advisor.
Tony reclined back lazily in his executive chair while others stood around his table for his reply. He scratched his chin, feeling the beard needed a trim. Of course, he knew the best place to go for that.
"What do you think, Nat?" He glanced at his CIA head. "Any chatter?"
Natasha spoke only when asked. "Not a lot of talk, but there was pushback in Moscow. Even with orders from the top, some knew exactly how the world would react—and they weren’t on board."
"And they still did it," Tony sighed, rolling his eyes as he scribbled on a piece of paper. "Alright, sanctions it is. That’s our go-to move, right? I’ve got something brewing for Russia, but, you know, it'll take some time. Until then, let’s just fake it till we make it. Throw out some sanctions, cry about it on the news, and act like it's a real challenge. But no provocations, got it? We need to look tough for the midterms. Oh, and I'll do a quick live speech, but no questions. We don’t need to get too real."
Then Tony looked at Rhodes. "How's the disengagement from Afghanistan going?"
"Smooth and safe, Sir. Your Iron Guardians have done more than we could since they don’t fear dying. Nearly the entire Taliban leadership’s been wiped out, and we’re on track with the high and mid-level targets. We can pull out by the end of the year and set up a real government. But we’ll need to leave some Iron Guardians behind to keep things in line."
Tony nodded and wrote more on the paper, making notes on his next actions. "Slapping a government on that place isn’t exactly the magic wand everyone thinks it is. That’s why we’re rolling with my Middle East Plan. Step one: weed out extremism. Step two: push education. Step three: build a high-trust society—even if we have to scare a few people straight at first. If the world’s ever going to team up against, say, a space invasion, we need to make sure prosperity isn’t just a VIP lounge thing. No balance, no peace."
The only thing that set Tony apart from any other politician was his ability to get things done. He had the means to accomplish anything he wanted. He had the money to not give a damn about opposition.
Listening to Tony, all those present in the room felt different emotions. Some admired him, and some felt annoyed because Tony wasn't openly declaring his plans. The PR he could earn from the Middle East Plan could give him an absolute second-term victory.
Yet, most of them knew that Tony only bragged when he was close to accomplishing his goal. Revealing the plans prematurely was counterintuitive.
"Alright, Christine, do your thing and charm the media. Rhodes, keep tabs on the Middle East—every major update hits my desk, pronto," Tony directed with a casual wave. Then, with a raised eyebrow, he added, "Natasha, stick around. We've got a little something to chat about."
Natasha hid her smirk and nodded.
In minutes, everyone left the room and the Black Widow remained behind. She wasn't dressed to seduce that day. Wearing office pants and a suit. Still, she walked over to the side of Tony's chair and leaned her hips against the edge of the table. She crossed her arms under the sizable bust and looked at the man who was also her part-time lover.
"How can I help you, Mr. President?"
Tony smirked, eyeing her pretty face. "You need to ask?"
Natasha chuckled and shifted closer to him while leaning against the table. "Right now?"
"Just kidding. No, I wanted to have a word with you. From now on, I want you to keep your eyes on Hydra. They're making moves in Eastern Europe, and I have a hunch they might be tied to this whole Crimea thing. If they are, I want to know why." Tony ordered her seriously, though he couldn't help but let his hand take some liberty and feel her covered thighs. Too bad she was wearing pants. "They might try to play around the Midterm to make me lose."
"They already are," Natasha said and eased closer to Tony, guiding him to move his hand a little inward between her thighs. "Don’t worry, I’ve got my eye on the election. The FBI director’s on it too. But maybe, you should worry about yourself. After the hit on Fury, trust is a luxury. Shield’s compromised. Steve and I are digging, and what we’re finding? It’s a tangled, ugly mess."
"You watch your back. They'll be after you too." Tony stopped feeling her and stood up, face-to-face with her. With a soft touch, he caressed her face.
Natasha had no illusion in her mind that Tony loved her, or was romantically aroused. She knew him well enough to know that this was merely his way of showing concern for someone he considered close.
"I should get back to my work." She pecked a quick kiss on Tony's cheek and walked away. "I'll submit the report on the CIA rot soon."
Seeing her walk away, Tony raised his voice. "When do we go save your sister?"
Natasha froze in her steps and looked behind with a certain glint in her gaze. "I'm working on a plan."
"Anytime." He took back his seat.
He didn't work anymore and tried to relax himself. As months went by, he started to feel more tired and overworked. There was so much to do in such a short time. It was humanly impossible to divide his attention on so many things at the same time.
"Thanks, Jarvis."
"For what, Sir?" Came Jarvis' voice from his watch.
"For being my right and left hand."
Bzzzz…
"You have a call from Ms. Potts, Sir."
"Great timing." Tony picked up the call and lazily talked. "Hey there, Madam CEO. What’s on the Stark Industries menu today—profits à la mode?"
"Congratulations, Tony."
"I don't remember it being my birthday. But hey, I’ll accept all the gifts… if they come with you."
"Tony, do you even look at the news anymore? It's Stark Energy. It's become the world's biggest energy company at an eight hundred billion valuation." Pepper excitedly shouted through Tony's speaker. "It's crazy! Stark Industries as a whole is now worth three trillion, Tony."
Tony straightened up on the chair. He was aware of the numbers, but listening to them always made him feel a strange sense of awkwardness. Sure, the money was great, but the amount he had was absurd. "What's my share in the Stark Industries?"
"It's sixty-eight, Tony. You're alone worth two trillion. That's eleven percent of the US econom—"
"Keep it quiet. And just to clear things up—I’m not worth eleven percent of the US economy. Stark Industries is a global thing, and we’re valued against world GDP. So, yeah, if you want to break it down, you can say I'm equivalent to eleven percent of US GDP—I’d like to keep a low profile." Tony made things clear.
Pepper hummed, but her enthusiasm remained unchanged. "Well, even if compared to the entire world GDP, you're two percent of it alone. That's still massive."
"Look, that’s why I’m not plastering it across the front page of every news outlet. The last thing I need is some op-ed comparing me to entire countries or the U.S. government. People usually hate the rich—fair, I get it—but they like me because I keep it real. Even so, there’s only so much they’ll tolerate before the pitchforks come out." Tony hoped to keep things under wraps until the end of the midterm elections. "But hey, I did put ‘philanthropist’ on the business cards, so let’s make it count. I want to set up a line of credit—one percent interest—for under-developed nations in South America, Africa, and Asia to buy Arc Reactor power stations."
"I'll do that, but do you really not feel anything? No excitement?"
Tony chuckled, "Pepper, you don't feel anything after the first billion. And I was born with a billion. The lifestyle's been pretty much the same since I took my first steps—just with a few more toys to mess around with now."
"Well, looks like you’ll be getting more than just pennies since Reed Richards is heading to space in three days. If all goes well, you'll be adding a few more Ts to that number very soon." Pepper, without directly saying it, reminded Tony about Reed's lift-off. "Anyway, I’d better get back to work. Guess I'll be toasting with some champagne by myself to celebrate."
As the call ended, Tony once again fell back into his chair lazily. The next few days were going to be hell, and he knew it. Trying to contest all 36 Senate seats, all 435 house seats, 36 governor positions, and almost 6000 state legislatures was going to be a nightmare. But he needed to do it to build up the National Technocratic Alliance.
"Ah, why did I even step into all this…"
To that day, he regretted his loudmouth in that Senate hearing.
"Can't wait for the term to be over."
Sadly, that didn't mean he could just half-ass his job for the time being.
"Jarvis, bring up the Sokovia feed. Looks like Hydra’s throwing a party there, and I wasn’t invited."
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"We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own." Fury, now back in health, briefed Steve and Natasha regarding the final action needed to secure the three compromised Helicarriers. "All three carriers need to be linked for this to work."
"We have to take back control of those carriers or the destruction will be unimaginable,” Agent Hill added.
Steve agreed instantly. "What about Tony? Is he coming to help?"
"Tony? Cap, he's the President of the United States. He's got far more important matters to deal with than this," Fury responded with seriousness. "The things he's working on concern millions of lives. But he did agree to send help. He gave you twenty of the Iron Guardians, didn't he?"
At that, Natasha stood up, being too busy in her own role too. "Fine. Let’s get this done. Tony doesn’t want to dismantle Shield, but if wiping out Hydra means he has to, he won’t blink."
"There is nothing left to salvage," Steve added, ignoring Fury's conflicted gaze. "Shield, Hydra, it's all the same now. They thrived for so long without being noticed. I don't think Shield can be saved."
Reluctantly, Fury had to agree with them and let go of his obsession with SHIELD. He gave the green light and handed the chips to Steve. "Let's get this done."
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Back in the White House, Tony kept himself busy finalizing the election candidates and the strategies. Since he lived in his office anyway, the hours he worked increased to double digits. He had dark circles under his eyes and fatigue visible on his face.
He just wanted to nail the Midterms and relax afterward. If done right, 2014 could be the beginning of a new era.
"Sir, unusual activity detected at Triskelion Shield headquarters," Jarvis notified suddenly. "It appears Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff are actively engaging Hydra."
Tony, alone in his office room, looked at his watch. He saw the live video on its screen where Captain America was fighting above a Helicarrier already soaring in the sky. And since Triskelion was in Washington, DC., the place was close to the White House.
"Jarvis, deploy the reserve Iron Guardians and keep my armor attachments ready for a quick-change moment," Tony said casually, his eyes glued to the files on his desk. "I'd love to dive into the action, but hey, priorities—this 'exciting' read won’t finish itself."
Knock! Knock!
The door opened and Sharon Carter walked inside, earning a glance from the President. She was always aware of his gaze, staring from her tight black pants and professional suit above, ending on her face adorned with silky, shoulder-length straight blonde hair, short on the front and long on the back.
It was a matter of pride to her in her own twisted way. She felt she had big shoes to fill, after all. Peggy Carter was her inspiration and goal. She even joined SHIELD because of that dream. Though, eventually she reckoned serving the President was better after she saw Peggy's photograph with JFK.
"Mr. President, the team for the G7 summit has been finalized. Alongside me, a genius technical expert, codenamed Quake, will be joining us." Sharon handed a file folder to Tony. "And here are the black market locations dealing in Vibranium, as you requested."
Tony grabbed the file and skimmed through it. Then, he looked at his Defense Advisor. In all honesty, he appointed her to that role for more reasons than just her talents. He had no shame in accepting that her round, pretty face, and blonde bombshell petite frame made him fancy her. Sadly, he found she was too stiff in her role to get close to.
Though, he was a man who loved challenges. So, he decided to take her to Brussels this time for the G7 meeting. Besides, he had some other things planned that didn't suit a President.
Don't they say? The harder to win the hotter the skin. Tony made up his own quote.
"Did you hear what's going on in Triskelion?"
"I received the word, Sir," Sharon said crisply, maintaining her professional tone. "The White House is under maximum security, and the airspace is now a no-fly zone."
Wooosh!
All of a sudden, loud sounds of a jet taking off came from outside. Tony got up from his seat and looked out of the large window behind his desk. A section of the lawn in front of his office opened up to reveal a metallic hatch. From inside it appeared Iron Guardians taking off one after another.
"Did you deploy them, Sir?" Sharon Carter walked to his side and watched the Iron Guardians.
"Yeah, and just call me Tony when it’s us. I get enough of ‘Sir,’ ‘Boss,’ and ‘President’ on the clock," Tony quipped, watching the Iron Guardians wrap up their deployment. "So, how about it, Agent Carter? Triskelion's heating up. I bet you’re itching to trade the paperwork for some action."
Sharon smirked, noting his mention of 'agent'. "But you're the…"
"President? Sure, but I was Iron Man first. Look, I’m going either way—just let me know if you want to borrow a suit."
"I can?!" Sharon asked excitedly. Who wouldn't want to try out the Iron Man suit? It was like a dream come true.
Tony pointed at his older non-nanotech suit still standing on the side of the room. "You can fly that one."
"I would love to."
Beep!
Right then, Tony heard a beep from his watch and took a look. Jarvis showed him the scene of a battle breaking out over the Helicarriers. It was a complete mess all over with jets flying around.
"Time to move." He tapped on his watch and his nanotech suit began forming on his body. "Sharon, jump in."
The blonde ex-spy stepped inside Tony's older suit and got herself accustomed to it. But she didn't need to do much as Jarvis was going to help her do most of the things.
Soon after, the massive window of the Oval Office opened up and gave him enough space to fly out.
Woosh!
Instantly, the two jetted off, once again leaving the Secret Service scratching their heads and feeling useless.
It didn't take long before they arrived at the Triskelion headquarters and saw the chaos personally. The three Helicarriers were in the sky, and a lot of movement was going on. Yet, Tony didn't stop and headed towards the main building since his target was inside.
"Mr. Pr… Tony, aren't we going to help?" Sharon asked as she flew right behind Tony.
"No need, I got this under control. The X-Men are on their way to help out," Tony replied and flew towards the top floor of the building. But on his way, he noticed Captain America on one of the carriers fighting a silver-armed man. To his surprise, Captain America was struggling. "Jarvis, send a few Iron Guardians. I want that guy alive."
Tony didn't plan on killing anyone. Not yet.
He wanted to squeeze out all the intel he could from Hydra members first. With all his heart he wanted to destroy the bastards. Especially after they sent out a nuke behind him.
"There it is." He finally located the floor he wanted and just rammed straight into the glass. He crashed through with ease and landed inside on his feet, both his arms raised with blasters at the ready, aimed at a single figure. "Time to surrender, Pierce."
Tony retracted the visor of his suit and noticed the dead bodies on the floor, belonging to the members of the Security Council. In his heart, he couldn't care less since they were also in on the order to deploy a nuke on him. Well, they wanted to nuke the city, but still, they weren't any better.
"One more step and she goes, Stark!" Pierce pointed his phone towards Natasha.
Tony rolled his eyes and gave out an order to Jarvis to distort all energy signals inside that room. Then, he began walking towards Natasha without a care.
Finally, he wrapped an arm around his favorite spy's waist and with the other hand, removed the electrical device from her collar. For no apparent reason, he felt aroused by her serious, spy look but held himself back.
"So, you were saying something?" Tony looked back at Alexander Pierce. "Got any more tricks?"
"I…" Pierce stuttered, finding himself cornered as Fury stood behind him, and on the side was Sharon in another Iron Man suit. "Are you sure about this, Stark? I can make those Helicarriers self-destruct."
Tony, with no care or fear, walked towards Alexander Pierce. His metal feet clanked harshly, mixing with the sound of action outside.
Clank!
Tony slapped Pierce in the face. A tight, metallic slap.
"You honestly thought I'd hand over custom-made Arc Reactors for the new Helicarriers without leaving a little backdoor for myself? Come on, you really think I'm that naive? They're the property of the President of the United States—me!" Tony closed the gap as Pierce tried to backpedal. "You really thought I didn’t know what you were up to? I’ve known for months—hell, I knew before you even made your move on Fury."
His declaration earned frowned glances from Natasha and Fury.
"Mr. President, you knew?" Fury asked back, though not in retaliation. He was aware Tony wasn't your average guy. "Then… you just made us go public with all the Shield and Hydra data. The entire world now knows…"
"That's what I wanted," Tony replied, giving a side-eye to Natasha. In a way, this was his gift to her. "Had to give Shield a little public spotlight—just the excuse I needed to take the reins, without dealing with all the Security Council nonsense. I wanted to catch this guy—and his merry band of idiots—alive. Every call, meeting, or text he's sent in the last eight months was traced by me. Thanks to Pierce, now I know where the biggest Hydra bases are. And I'm pretty sure he’s got a lot more to offer. Charles is going to have a field day getting the rest out of him."
Alexander Pierce's face turned pale at Tony's revelation. "You… I’ll never let…"
Bzzzz!
Tony gave the old man a good taser shot and turned him unconscious, limp on the floor. He then looked at Fury's shocked face. "What? You thought you were the only one who could play the spy game?”
Right then, Fury realized something. "Shield's just a scapegoat, isn't it?"
"Bingo!" Tony clapped his metallic hands. "Alright, Fury, you're taking the heat for this mess. As the President, I'll play the 'I had no idea' card, blame the previous administration for the rot, and then—boom—scorched earth policy. I’ll have a great excuse to go full throttle on Hydra and burn through every federal agency—CIA, FBI, Homeland, all of them. No more secrets, I want Americans to know what funny business we're involved in."
"But the world won't trust us again. Shield’s name is now in ruins," Fury added.
Tony shook his head and walked closer to Natasha. "I'm leaving for the G7 summit tomorrow, and thanks to the Crimea scare from our buddies in Moscow, I have enough material to scare G7 partners to join the Shield Initiative again under my leadership."
Finally, Fury fell speechless. It was as if Tony had calculated every single aspect. The man not only saved SHIELD from total collapse but also took over. Saved the three advanced Helicarriers worth billions, and also earned an excuse to investigate and trim federal agencies.
Pat!
Tony patted on Natasha's shoulder. "Congratulations on your freedom."
"T-Thanks…" Natasha looked up at Tony's face. Feeling elated inside, she held herself from standing on her toes and giving him a passionate, deep kiss. She knew very well what Tony did for her. By letting her public SHIELD and Hydra records, her entire life was now in front of the public.
Where before she had to be careful about hiding her past, but now with Tony's support, she could have real freedom. No longer needing to worry about being blackmailed by someone, threatening her to reveal her past.
Furthermore, she knew Tony had a little bit to lose from his stunt. Although the previous administrations were to be blamed, not all people had enough critical thinking to blame the right party.
"I won't forget this favor."
Tony scorned and stepped away from her. "Still waiting on that promised dinner."
"Well, the party’s over, folks. Time to head back to my little prison and get back to work. Sharon, you stay behind and help with the rescue. My nanobots saved most of the good guys, but there might be a few bumps and bruises. As for Pierce, I’m taking him with me to the office—he’s got some explaining to do." Tony grabbed Alexander Pierce by his arm and dragged him along. "Fury, report to my office after the cleanup."
Fury just nodded. As a spy who took pride in himself, he felt truly blindsided.
Perhaps he did lose more than just an eye.
He had one left, yet he'd been so blind.
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[President Stark saves the day yet again. I am Pam Brooks and this is your Daily Dose of USA.]
Tony stared at the TV screen from his comfy, three-seater couch in the Air Force One inside his presidential living suite, flying over the Atlantic.
Already in his relaxing pajamas, he sat there with Sharon Carter beside him, her attire a comfortable set of silky pajamas. On the other couch was another girl, in her early twenties, petite, brunette, short, and cute. Her name was Daisy Louise Johnson, code-named Quake.
The girl was a complete fangirl, staring at his face from the second they boarded the flight. Her mouth knew no limits to rambling. Her excitement was contagious even. But finally, after a few drinks, he had gotten her to calm down and fall asleep on the couch.
So he watched the news to see what was being said about him. The new anchor was a replacement for Christine Everhart and was equally fanatic about him.
[After the shocking revelations about Shield and Hydra, all government agencies have come under the White House's scrutiny. Hydra, the evil organization from World War Two, seems to be still thriving in secrecy, its members hidden across the world. Previously, Senator Stern was a part of it. The former Secretary of Defense, and the until recent Secretary of the World Security Council, was a high-ranking Hydra member. President Stark has now vowed to spare no efforts in dismantling this evil group and unearthing all traitors in the US government…]
The low hum of the flying plane was tiring. Tony yawned and got up to head to his bedroom. If he wanted, he could have reached Brussels in a fraction of the time using his Iron Man suit. But since he needed to take a lot more staff with him, and it was an official trip, he had to use ordinary methods.
He entered his room, brushed his teeth, and took a shower. This was one of the reasons why he took the plane. The luxury was a feature he rather enjoyed. Besides, this was a rare moment where he could truly rest.
Knock! Knock!
"Mr. President, can I have a word with you?"
Oh? Tony's single brow shot up in surprise. It was Sharon's voice.
He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and unlocked the door, unbothered by the upper nudity he displayed. Well, he was proud of his muscles.
"Forgot to say goodnight?" He opened the door and noticed her surprised gaze lingering on his chest. She was almost a head shorter than him, but still tall for an average woman.
Sharon glanced up at his face, firm resolve in her expression. "I… I was hoping to discuss something about my career."
Is that some sort of a codeword? Tony pondered, already hoping this conversation would go in a certain direction. But he was no horny fiend to do anything shameful.
"Sure." He stepped aside and invited her into his spacious bedroom. It had a queen-sized bed, some chairs on the side with a table, and even a massage recliner chair.
As he turned around after closing the door, he noticed Sharon already sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at his face.
It's gotta be a codeword.
Still, Tony didn't try to sit beside her and instead stood in front of her, a good two arm's length away. He crossed his arms over his naked chest and asked politely. "How can I help you?"
Sharon was a woman with a strong moral compass and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. She believed in the stories her aunt had told her over the years. She wanted to live up to those stories.
"I want more responsibility." She declared in the simplest words possible. "I’m grateful for the role of Defense Advisor, but I know I’m capable of more. I’ve heard about the changes you’re making to Shield, and I understand there will be openings for Deputy Directors."
Ah, it wasn't a codeword.
Tony thought about her request for a moment. He had already vetted her, that's why she became his Defense Advisor. "Alright, it's just a plan for now. How about this: You help me track down this Vibranium black market thing, and I'll throw you a bone. After the midterms, though. I’m not risking any staff changes before the election. We both know how that goes."
"Yes!" Sharon stood up in excitement. "I'd love that, Sir."
"Ugh, enough with the 'sir'—you’re making me sound like I still use Myspace. Just call me Tony."
Sharon chuckled and eyed his bare chest. "Honestly, after seeing what I am seeing, you're anything but old."
"That's right." Tony flexed his pecs with a grin. "These bad boys? Powered by late-night caffeine and weight lifting. But hey, it works."
"More than just works…"
Sharon intently stepped closer to Tony, her gaze locked onto his chest. Her hand hesitantly rose towards his chest. But knowing the man was the President, she wasn't so sure. Her fingertips hovering just an inch away.
"It’s fine. Feel them."
Tony grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. He allowed Sharon to caress his pecs and abs slowly while her face finally looked up at him. He looks down too, without saying a word, his expression oozing confidence as always. There was a glint of provocation in his eyes, as if saying the ball was now in her court.
Sharon’s hand continued to trace her fingers all over his chest and abs, slowly reaching his lower belly while her eyes kept looking at his face. She didn’t back away or hesitate, mischievously waiting for him to make a move as she licked her lower lip shyly.
Tony smiled knowingly. His hands landed on her slim waist while he admired her face, framed beautifully under that blonde hair of hers. He subtly pulled closer to his chest.
Suddenly, Sharon rose on her toes and locked her lips with Tony's.
It was a very gentle kiss and a bit awkward, but Tony had expected as much from a romantically shy and work-oriented woman like her. However, Tony held her waist tighter and lowered his face, kissing her deeply and passionately.
He liked the taste of her lipstick and whatever she used for rinse. He could feel the tempted little cat turning into a thirsty minx under his hands, her passionate lips and tongue were a delight.
At the same time, Sharon's hungry hands stroked wildly across his waist and belly, trying to squeeze under the rolled towel around his waist. In doing so, the entire towel came loose and fell to the floor. She immediately grabbed Tony's half-erect shaft and started rubbing her hand all over, stroking it and sliding her palm over his cockhead.
The whole time the kiss continued. Their tongues struggled and massaged each other, suckling on each other’s lips with craving.
But as Tony felt his cock growing in her massaging grip and his desire peaking, he stopped kissing her. He looked at her seriously, "If you're doing this just to get a promotion, do—"
Before Tony could finish, Sharon placed a finger on his lips with her free hand. "Shh… I always wondered if Aunt Peggy had a fling with JFK. In case she did, I can't let her take that win… Besides, there's nothing else to do on this flight."
Sharon smiled with a tease and went down on her knees. There, she could finally register how big the President actually was, girthy and throbbing in her hands. His hard shaft stood erect, right in front of her charming blushing face.
She leaned over, grabbed his driving need, and licked his swollen purple head. Her eyes closed as the warm head slid between her beautiful pink lips, and her tongue got busy covering his cock with her saliva.
Sharon suckled on his crown, shoving him deeper into her mouth with each suck. His length was too much for her tight throat, taking in only half of him while her fingers circled his base as best she could.
Tony’s hands sunk into her hair, clenching and releasing, following the waves of bliss from her bobbing head. He could feel her one hand stroking his base, while the other fondled his family jewels with her manicure, gentle and thrilling.
“Gh..” He groaned, feeling the heat of her tongue slithering around his crown as her mouth sucked on him even harder.
Her spit slobbered as she bobbed her head a little faster on his length. Her lips gleamed wetly just like the saliva slathered all over his cock. She pulled her head back and very slowly, buried half his cock back in her throat, as deep as she could.
Then, she felt it, his hot cock throbbing hard, twitching for that fulfillment. She sucked in one last time, pouting her lips over his cock, and slowly pulled him out. A little string of spit followed her blushing lips.
Tony’s throbbing manhood was clearly straining, close to eruption. His cockhead was covered in gleaming, silky spit. He couldn’t help letting out a long, repressed sigh.
But Sharon suddenly stood up and pulled him by the hand towards the bed.
"Tony, you must be tired. Let me do the work,” she said as she pushed him to sit on the bed.
Tony only smiled and shifted back against the pillows for a better position. He knew he was going to enjoy this flight. He was in for a hot, blonde treat.
Sharon stood at the side of the bed, leisurely taking off her silk pajama pants. Her slender, pale legs were spotless and shapely with a gap between her thighs that revealed her slippery, glistening rosy pussy. She then crawled onto the bed, straddling his lap, her knees at Tony’s sides.
Sharon rubbed her moist pussy lips across his length as she gyrated her hips, toying with his urge. While leaning down over him, she traced butterfly kisses over his chest and nipples.
Tony hummed at the tickle but enjoyed the attention so much more.
Sharon smiled at that, eager to make him enjoy the night to the fullest. She lifted her loose pajama shirt off her head completely, revealing her perky, handful tits with pink little tips. She lowered her waist down, her scorching hot entrance aimed right at his iron-hard erection.
“Oohh.. Tony…” Sharon mewled, feeling the strain on her petals, stretched wider than she had ever felt before. His girth widened her completely as her hips kept going down.
She could feel all her inner muscles struggling to clamp around his fully erect cock, impaling her to the deepest parts as it slid in more and more. Her hips squirming at the pain and pleasure while his cock filled her up thoroughly. Sharon couldn't help whimpering with every breath she took. It felt so big, so full; it made her feel like a virgin again.
“Mmmmh…”
Tony held her waist and agonizingly waited for her to get used to his size. He watched his cock sink inside this insanely beautiful blonde spy. Her pussy felt tight around him as if her insides were gripping onto him for dear life. Scorching hot with a hint of a pinch, drowning him in pleasure.
His fingers sunk into her soft flesh, struggling hard to stay still, trying not to force her to move. He wanted to fuck her wildly, but he also wanted to watch her do it on her own.
"Ummm… How about… A spelling game, Tony?" Sharon slowly got used to his impaling cock, her juices aiding her pussy with that slick lubrication. Her hips started to move, curving and sliding over his pelvis, drawing a “C”.
“Ghh…” Tony grunted, feeling the swivel of his cock and her insides dancing around him.
Sharon giggled a little, still moving her waist as she drew another “O” and occasionally dropped kisses on his face. She moaned as she felt his cockhead slither around her cervix, painting another “C” with her movements.
She couldn't help pausing at times, her muscles knotting up from sheer pleasure. Her most treasured spot splayed from the way he stretched her, now vulnerable to every graze of his length. Her essence trickled out a little, but she didn't stop, sketching another “O” with her wiggling ass.
Taking deep breaths to not spill too soon, Tony was overwhelmed by bliss, his cock swirling around while suckled nonstop by her wet furnace. His brows shot up with each letter she drew while he gritted his teeth to stop himself from groaning too much. He could feel the endless twitching of her inner muscles, sometimes straining so hard it almost pinched him again.
Then he felt it, Sharon stopping for a breath as she drew an “N”. A wave of heat engulfing his cock with her juices, he knew she came as her knees weakened. But to his surprise, she didn't stop there. She kept going, letting Tony’s cock churn her juices inside.
“Ummmmm…” Sharon moaned, fucking herself on his sizeable flesh. She drew the final “U” and “T”, her cream frothing around Tony’s base.
"I think…" Tony grunted, staring at her blushing face. "I think I'm gonna need the whole alphabet treatment."
Sharon smirked a little, moving her pussy once again. Her slender waist wiggled round and round, her perky nipples dancing in front of his face. She looked so beautiful. "How about… your name? A… ooooh… N… T… Mmmph… H-O–ohh."
Tony was suddenly glad he had a long name, enjoying each movement. The sharp turns and round letters thrilled his senses. His hands greedily cupped her breasts, taking in her pink nipples into his mouth. He massaged both at the same time, pushing them together and nibbling her continuously when he felt her pussy react with a twitch.
Sharon paused every time he suckled on her tips, the wave of pleasure overwhelming from both ends. She couldn’t stop the ecstasy, a shattering climax or a heavy orgasm with every couple of letters. Her stretched G-spot was rubbed on continuously by his large cock. Her watery culmination flowed down his throbbing shaft like a spring trickling down a mountain.
“Oohh.. R!... ummm K!” She kept spelling at the end of her fourth climax. Her body quivered uncontrollably as she lay on his chest, his cock still inside of her trembling pussy.
“Gk…God.. You’re too good at this.” Tony groaned, enjoying the silky smooth feeling of her flooding pussy.
“I’m not done yet.”
Sharon sat up, pivoting on her knees. She started riding his cock entirely, fucking herself on his saluting pole. She took all of him in, fast and hard—now came the true, mindless fucking.
“Fucc…” Tony gritted his teeth, overwhelmed by the tight, pleasuring pussy around his cock.
The claps of their flesh grew louder, and their grunts and moans echoed in the room. He pulled her down again, hugged her by her slender waist, and kissed her neck as she nestled her heated, moaning, mumbling face beside his. Her hips were still moving up and down as her back arched.
“Ahhh! Yesss! Yess!” Finally, Sharon came with a wild, loud cry of deliverance one last time.
Tony felt her pussy tightening and milking him out insanely. It felt otherworldly, gripping around him with a wild suck. He couldn’t hold on anymore, teetering on the edge as he also matched her landing plunges with his upward thrusts. He plowed her fantastic, tight pussy to his need to reach that final edge.
But he didn’t want to take any more risks.
"M-Mouth…" Tony grunted.
Coming down from her climax, Sharon slid downward on Tony's torso. She popped his cock out of her pussy, letting her messy accumulated climaxes dribble down on the bedsheets. She then sucked him hard, bobbing her head and letting his firm hand on her blonde hair guide him. She suckled on the tip, probing her tongue on the tiny slit and around his foreskin.
Tony, being very sensitive after an hour-long session of fucking, surrendered to the pleasure.
He sprayed his batter inside Sharon's mouth, filling her throat up until he felt the creamy shower coating him too. Her swirling tongue never gave him a moment of peace as his sensitive peak continued. His hips thrust involuntarily and gushed out many small sprinkles of his seeds.
Sharon kept his cockhead in her mouth, her hand rubbing up and down his length as she swallowed all his warm cream. She kept suckling him for a moment until every trace of the salty culmination vanished.
After gulping down every last bit, she released him and fell back on his chest with panting breaths. Her breasts roughly squished on his chest and she closed her eyes tiredly.
"I don't… uh… know about Aunt Peggy but… I bet she would’ve loved this too… God, it all makes sense."
"What?"
"Why you're a womanizer…"
Tony chuckled and closed his eyes, nonchalant to grab a quilt or something since the temperature was quite nice. And her naked body was warm.
Without opening her eyes, Sharon suddenly grabbed his half-flaccid cock and squeezed it hard. It was still larger than what her fingers could circle around completely.
"Not using this thing… uh would have been a crime against humanity, Tony."
"Hah…" Tony laughed at her relaxed shenanigans, knowing she was definitely going to feel embarrassed about it in the morning. Certain that she was sex drunk at the moment.
“Well, then you’ll have to keep saving me from that crime. How about that?"
"With pleasure… um…"
Amidst sex-drunk mumbling and pants, Sharon soon fell asleep, and Tony soon followed.
Tony had the nicest dream that night. Although he was truly flying in the clouds, he felt it physically too. Sleeping in the warm embrace of a beautiful woman like Sharon was an experience no other body pillow could top.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"What?!" Tony's eyes shot open at the strong knocks on the door. He raised his head to look for a quilt around, but it was under his and Sharon's naked bodies. He eyed the clock and it was already morning, a few hours from landing.
"Mr. President! Big news!" Daisy, or Quake, shouted from the other side of the door.
Bam!
Then suddenly, the door was pushed open and Daisy jumped inside. Holding a tablet in her hand, she looked towards the bed and instantly froze, jaw wide open.
"W-What… W…"
Tony tiredly rubbed his face and unashamedly stood up from the bed. Since she had already seen him naked, there was no need to hide anything. With his morning wood dangling, he walked in front of her and grabbed his towel.
At the same time, he threw the quilt over Sharon. The woman seemed truly tired for not waking even after that loud knock.
"What big news?" Tony asked Daisy.
The girl continued to stare at the significant bump in Tony's towel. Her open mouth refused to close.
Snap!
Snap!
Tony snapped his fingers near her face. "What big news?"
"Ah… oh, yess…" Daisy finally woke up from the stupor, a blush evident on her face. "It's Russia… I mean, Russian-backed forces shot down a Malaysia Airlines flight using a surface-to-air missile over Eastern Ukraine."
Fuck! Give me a break! Tony screamed inside.
"Survivors?" He asked.
"None."
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Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had a new guest, or perhaps a new prisoner.
Underneath the school's main building, the X-Men gathered together around a lone figure sitting on the harness chair, arms and legs tied. The man was James Buchanan Barnes, unconscious and beaten up, his metallic arm missing.
Behind him stood Jean Grey, her eyes closed while her hands rested on Bucky's temples. She moved through Bucky's mind, trying to untangle all the mysteries and the brainwashing. It wasn't easy, but it was doable for a telepath of her skills.
However, as she passed through memories, a deep frown formed on her face.
A few moments later, she abruptly opened her eyes wide and stepped back, her breath ragged and concern evident.
She looked around at the X-Men—Magneto, Scott, Logan, Storm, Raven, Gambit, Hank, Rogue, and others.
"He…"
"What happened?" Raven stepped closer to calm Jean down. "What did you see?"
Jean gulped and glanced at unconscious Bucky.
"He killed Tony's parents."
Comments
Sebas Tian
Let's just say I disagree lol. XD but I'm not here to debate politics so you do you man.
thephysicsholic 002
In reality, it was the Democrat coup against the neutral, democratically elected President of Ukraine and subsequent bombing of ethnic Russians in Eastern Ukraine that forced Russia to intervene. With rampant Russophobia, it's hard for facts to come to light, but considering the current Russophobic zealotry matches the global Left's zealotry in shilling for Soviets, the double standards are quite obvious.
Sebas Tian
Man, it could be argued that the world's apathy to Russia annexing Crimea (and Ukraine's complete failure of a military at that point in time) was one of the main factors as to why Russia decided to try and invade Ukraine. They thought that the world wouldn't really care that much about the invasion, and they thought that Ukraine's military was still as pathetic as it was when they annexed Crimea. Turns out both things weren't true and now they are both suffering the consequences. Interesting thing to think about.
Nav
I hope you update this more regularly and i wonder are you hunting at peggy Carter in Tony's harem maybe he cutes her with extremis
JF1215
The way Sharon is written it seems like she genuinely likes Tony as the person not the character he shows on camera or on stage and I love it
The Shaman
Something tells me even if Nat is convinced Tony doesn’t love her, it won’t stop her from falling. Great stuff
