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Marvel: President Stark Chapter 4 - The Construction Revolution
🕑 Added 2024-05-19 20:31:59 +0000 UTC"Good morning. I’m Director Nick Fury…"
Tony sat up in the soft backseat of the Bentley. Stretching his neck and rubbing his aching forehead, he rolled down the window. "Parking ticket? I thought it was free?"
Fury stared at him with one eye, not ignoring the blonde-haired woman sleeping beside Tony. She was clearly already waking up but was feigning sleep, hiding her face. He didn't feel like bickering with Stark, knowing the man's sharp tongue.
With a swift move of his hand, he pulled out a loaded syringe from his leather coat pocket and slammed it into Tony's neck.
"Whoa! What the—!" Tony reacted slowly, his hangover affecting him. "What did you just do?"
"You're an important man, Stark," Fury said, standing back calmly, hands clasped behind him. “We can't have you dying just yet, can we?"
Tony groaned, feeling a strange soothing sensation all across his chest and neck, where the effects of poisoning were the most visible. "I'm sorry. What was that, some kind of tranquilizer?"
"Lithium Dioxide, gonna give you some extra days to get the machine working," Fury replied, no-nonsense, as he had more headaches coming his way.
"Great, I'll take ten of those then."
"Listen up, Stark. This ain't a cure. You're still on a one-way road to the grave. You better stop 'exerting' yourself—you're practically signing your own death warrant."
"What do you want from me? Sit around and cry? Not my style. I've done everything—I've searched every combination, every permutation, every possibility of every known and theoretical element. I've turned the impossible inside out," Tony snapped back, his tone as sharp as a repulsor blast. He hated being told what to do.
Fury smirked, a knowing glint in his eye, and turned around, casually waving his hand as he walked away. "No, you haven't, Stark… You haven't looked everywhere yet."
Then tell me where to look! Tony silently, frustratingly, relaxed back in the soft seat, rubbing his eyes.
"Is he gone?"
Sue whispered, her hair a mess, her body still as nude as the night he claimed her. He was tempted for another round, but the headache ruined his mood.
"Yeah."
Normally, he sent the women away after every one-night stand, but he couldn't do that with Sue. She wasn't just some random girl he felt interested in. Although not a friend, he knew her enough to be polite to.
"Ugh… my head." Sue groaned and quickly started dressing up, unashamed of her exposed assets dangling so seductively in front of Tony's.
"I need coffee," Tony muttered and exited, moving to the driver's seat. Soon, Sue joined him in the front too, fixing her hair with the stuff she had in her purse.
"And breakfast," Sue added. "By the way, who was he?"
"A recruiter."
"From the army?"
"Something like that," he replied and stepped on the accelerator, driving out of the parking lot and heading to the nearest coffee shop.
Sue was still interested in him to a degree, staring at his face, her eyes sharp enough to make Tony feel her gaze. "So… doing it with me was killing you?"
Shameless, Tony smirked and placed his palm on Sue's toned legs, now covered in her long skirt. He still gave a gentle squeeze and caress. "No regrets."
"Me neither. But you can’t tell anyone, Tony." She finally looked ahead, swatting his hand away too. "I needed it, and it was fun. But that's the end of it… Are you listening, Tony?"
Tony smirked, a hint of self-mockery in his voice. "Relax, Sue. Dead men tell no tales."
Her face went all solemn, those piercing blue eyes of hers narrowing with a hint of empathy. "Hey, don’t be so negative. Don't throw in the towel just yet."
Tony rarely finds company decent enough to talk to. With both of them having secrets about each other that had to remain secret, he didn't feel like holding back. "I've looked everywhere, Sue. There is no cure."
He drove to a drive-thru and got them coffee, a sandwich for her, and a good-old hamburger for himself. While eating, he let Jarvis drive from there. Sue didn't bring up the topic of his incoming demise and began venting about Reed. Tony joined in, too, taking jabs at the nerd.
Eventually, he stopped by the Baxter building to drop Sue off. "Adios."
However, Sue didn't step out quickly and looked at Tony with a mischievous smile on her seductive lips, "Well, maybe you lack motivation to find a cure? So…"
Sue looked left and right, and abruptly leaned closer to Tony's side, sliding her hand over to his groin. She gave a few tight squeezes to the flaccid bulge as she kissed his cheek.
Didn't expect this from her. Pity? Or Interested? Tony felt amused.
"If you find a cure…" Sue locked eyes with him, her hand doing some magic on his growing erection. "You can have me for a whole night… however you want… as much as you want… deal?"
Does she not expect me to make it out alive?
"What about Reed? Being drunk is a great excuse, but this is…" Tony didn't finish his words, not really repulsed by the idea of having another night with this beauty again.
Sue scoffed, strengthening her grip on his fully grown bulge now. "Not after what he did… Until his rocket flies to space, I don't think he even remembers a woman named Sue."
"Deal." Tony wasted not a second responding, finding her offer very motivating.
"Heh… You're too easy, Tony." Sue finally stopped and opened the door, getting out. "Good luck then."
What about this? He groaned as he watched her walk away, his cock twitching for some more attention. Am I really that easy?
Finally, done with all he had to do in New York, he drove towards the airport to catch a flight back home on the West Coast. On the way, he turned on the radio to listen to the news, and in an instant, his mood was spoiled.
[...Senator Stern has once again voiced his concern regarding the dangerous technology that is under the eccentric Tony Stark's control. In a new interview, comparing it with nuclear weapons, he urged the Congress to take action—]
Tony changed the radio frequency yet got the same stuff.
[...How did such an important invention get stolen? Should we be concerned? What if Russia, China, and North Korea get their hands on it—Ah, we're getting live updates regarding the entire situation. It seems… the attacker at Monaco, Anton Vanko, has died in an explosion that occurred in his prison cel—]
Frustrated, Tony turned the radio off and drove silently towards the airport. But not before getting a call from Rodes, once again warning him about not doing anything crazy; that the entire Defense Department, and especially the Air Force, was interested in the suit.
He gave generic replies and cut the call as Natalie called him. "What's up?"
"Mr. Stark, I wanted to know if you’ll be arriving on time for the fundraiser at the children's hospital. You received the invitation a week ago." Natalie briefed him and gave him a list of notable attendees.
"I'll be there. It's important for the election campaign," Tony replied before cutting the call. "Especially now with this mess."
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After a quick nap on the flight, Tony finally landed on the West Coast. Instead of heading home, he got himself a change of clothes and headed straight to the fundraiser. Instead of using his car, he got into his Iron Man suit he remotely called from his home.
From the airport, he flew to the children's hospital, landing on the decorated front lawn where the fundraiser was already going on.
As always, being the hot topic, he became the prime focus as soon as he arrived. Very few journalists were at the party; the rest were celebrities, politicians, and business folk who constantly tried to chat with him.
But Tony merely greeted them before moving to the next person each time.
With a political smile on his face that he had trained himself for, he tried his best to not lash out in annoyance. However, all the displeasure vanished as soon as he was approached by an absolute stunner he wasn't expecting to find in a fundraiser.
Her clothes were ordinary; a formal shirt, black blazer, and black knee-length skirt, as if she had just driven there from work. Her hair was a waterfall of silky golden blonde, her eyes strikingly green, her lips luscious and ripe, and a tiny mole was just above the right side of her lips.
Tony checked her out from head to toe, her height not too much, nor too short, her body lithe, yet curvy with that swollen bosom hidden beneath the white shirt.
Jarvis, who is she? Tony asked with a hushed voice.
Right away, Jarvis scanned the woman's face through Tony's glasses.
Searching online, the artificial butler presented information in the glasses. "Her name is Amanda Kreed, a professor at MIT. She's an expert in genetics, and her latest research is based on changing human DNA to create natural defenses against chronic diseases."
Interesting. A beauty with a lot of brains. Tony felt naturally attracted, at least physically for now.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Stark." The woman approached him, extending her hand. "I'm Amanda Kreed, one of the three sponsors of this fundraiser."
An expert in genetics funding a children's hospital? It makes sense, and worries me at the same time. Tony murmured to himself, wondering if she was planning anything on the kids.
"Tony Stark." He shook her hand and stood beside her, discussing genetics and such, wondering if she could help him somehow. "...Interesting. So you’ve found people with these extraordinary natural bodies?"
"It's hard to find them, but they are out there, living normal lives," Amanda replied, her voice dreamy as she held the champagne glass, her shoulders almost touching Tony's. "It's an amazing world, Mr. Stark. I firmly believe humanity hasn't yet unlocked even half of our full potential."
Tony nodded, thinking deeply about what she had just said. His primary interest for most of his life had been building stuff, so he never really sought the world's secrets beyond his workshop. But, to learn that there are people born with natural resistance to chronic disease...
"Mind if I meet this person you mentioned?" He asked, a hint of curiosity dancing in his eyes.
Amanda chuckled, looking at Tony. "I'm afraid it's not possible. Their identity has been kept under utmost secrecy, and this is what they want."
Tony continued to stare into her green eyes, her beauty a charm. If I can replicate that effect, will the Palladium poisoning be answered?
"Maybe..." Amanda purred, leaning closer to Tony, her lips almost brushing his ear as she rose on her toes. Her breath was warm, tantalizing. "If you can bring me in confidence... maybe."
Hot! Tony, unsatisfied, thanks to Sue's tease, felt the familiar warmth in his groin. But, knowing she was a researcher, and from the looks of her, a dignified one, he hesitated to mess around. What does she want?
However, before he could reply, the fundraiser began. It was the usual auction of some useless items sold at a high price. There were a few cute drawings made by the children of the hospital, too. Tony loudly and theatrically bought all of the drawings at a high price.
Jarvis. Keep an eye on that money. Make sure it only goes to the hospital. He ordered at the same time. He wasn't new to the game, after all.
Soon, the fundraiser ended with him outdoing everyone else. Then, a small brunch started, where he once again shared his time with Amanda.
I need her. Tony could hear the clock ticking, bringing him closer to his death.
"Professor Kreed, would you like to accompany me to a Stark Industries event? It's in Manhattan in three days. I'll be unveiling some revolutionary tech to the world," Tony asked her with polite intent. He threw the lure of new tech in the hope she'd be interested.
Amanda smiled warmly, tucking locks of her hair behind her ear. "Is that a new way to ask for a date, Mr. Stark?"
She's interested in me? Tony realized, not very shocked. This wasn't the first or last time this had happened. Well… she's not bad.
"Well, I reckoned someone with a brain as sharp as yours might crave a bit more thrill than the standard dull dinners," Tony quipped as he rose from his seat, deciding to head back home.
"Hmm…" Amanda mused, a sly smile playing on her lips as she retrieved a pen. With a graceful flourish, she wrote her number on a napkin.
"Here's the challenge," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Call me every day until the event. Keep me captivated in conversation for at least an hour each day—do that, and I'll join you."
Challenging? Tony was amazed since, usually most women interested in him would just follow him home right away. Fascinating.
"No guarantees." Tony grabbed the napkin and walked back to his Iron Man suit on the lawn. He stood in the open armor, letting it cover him. His eyes remained firmly on the woman the whole time, his desire for her now much more than just physical.
Woosh!
Soon enough, he flew away with the roaring grunts of a rocket. The guests returned to normal after watching it all in awe.
As for Amanda, she continued to stare at the sky where Tony vanished. As if talking with someone, she muttered something. "I'm in… It was easier than expected… Understood."
After that, she removed a tiny, barely noticeable earpiece from her left ear and placed it in her pocket.
"Let's see where this goes."
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After returning home, Tony shut himself up in his workshop. There were self-imposed deadlines to be fulfilled. So, he placed all his focus on creating as many Iron Guardians as possible, all the while researching ways to make his main suit stronger, and finding a replacement for Palladium.
He listened to the news from time to time, mainly about public perceptions of his Iron Guardians. Even after the Monaco incident, the general public was unbothered. Only the government, a few Senators, and some Generals made the most noise.
Yet, the people loved the concept of Iron Guardians. The suits needed no sleep, and made marginal errors in their actions. They had already stopped countless robberies, car chases, murders, and home invasions, and helped dying people.
Finally, phase two of the Iron Guardian deployment was completed. Setting up the entire assembly line in his workshop took him two days.
"Jarvis, deploy them," Tony ordered, finally relaxing in his chair, his body sweaty and smelly from the sleepless work.
"Understood, Sir." Jarvis handled the final deployment from its side. "New York, Texas, Florida, and Pennsylvania have been selected—Iron Guardian deployment in ten."
With that, the total number of Iron Guardians reached fifty, covering the top five most-populated states in the US. Tony had already bought properties in each of the states so the Iron Guardians could stay on standby.
"I should plan automated repair stations in each state," he murmured, beginning to plan the next phase already. "But our pace? Still sluggish, Jarvis. We've got a good four-fifty more to churn out."
"Sir, the assembly line designs are currently undergoing simulations. Once finalized, you'll have the capability to produce Iron Guardians autonomously," Jarvis dutifully reminded him. "With one assembly line here and another in the new Stark Tower, you're comfortably on track to meet the deadline for the elections, Sir."
Tony yawned, sleepy and tired. He looked at the clock, and it was already eight in the night. The next day he had the event planned in New York. "Time to use the pool, I guess."
Sluggishly, he removed his shirt, drenched in sweat. Then, he walked upstairs to change into swimming trunks. He didn't realize he wasn’t alone until he arrived at the main living room upstairs.
"Natalie?" He blurted, finding his seductive secretary sitting alone, working on a laptop.
"Mr. Stark." She quickly got up to her feet and faced him. Her attire was a simple, tight black top and beige-colored formal pants, her ankles revealing her high-heeled black footwear—very professional.
"I don't remember there being an overtime clause," Tony muttered.
Natalie smiled softly, her red wavy hair a highlighter of her facial charm. "Ms. Potts ordered me to keep an eye on you, Mr. Stark."
Tony rolled his eyes, "Of course, she would. Anyway, I'm going for a dip in the pool, wanna join?"
Natalie's eyes narrowed for a moment, his invitation too sudden. "I don't have a swimsuit, Mr. Stark."
"Hmm…" Tony rubbed his bearded chin for a moment, really wanting some company after two days in the workshop. "Wait a sec."
Tony rushed to one of the rooms in the big mansion. When he returned, he had changed into his swimming trunks, and in his hand was a red two-piece bikini, not too revealing, but not that modest either.
"They forget to take these back often." Tony handed her the pair. "Don't worry, it's cleaned."
Without speaking, Natalie grabbed the two pieces, looking at them and then at Tony alternatively. She waited for a moment and even coughed, but still, the billionaire remained standing there as if frozen, gazing at her.
"Ah!" Tony stepped back when he saw her unbuttoning her shirt right there. He realized he was shamelessly staring at her and made as much distance between them as possible. Yet, he failed to turn around and stop looking.
Natalie unbuttoned her top one by one. Her eyes kept looking straight into his as if she was daring him to look away. Her fingers nimbly went down the row of buttons, slowly revealing her smooth white skin and black bra.
This was the first time Tony got a clear view of her beautiful assets, smothered under her lace-free bra; so simple, strict, and formal as if her own form was plenty alluring; she didn’t need all those frivolous decorations. She was perfect in every way, her toned belly, the curvy waist, the sumptuous hills.
Tony gulped. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
But Natalie suddenly turned around, unclasped her bra, and then put on the red bikini bra, tying it behind her with masterful flexibility.
The lawsuit is starting to sound worth it. Tony gulped the more he looked, now it was her pant's turn.
Natalie kept her back facing Tony and removed her pants, one slender leg after another. Her shapely ass protruding back, her hips spreading naturally. A small black panty was there, expertly covering all the important bits, clinging so tightly to her smooth skin he could almost trace out the curves and dips of her core from its stretchy material.
But she then removed that too, her ass high up in the air as she bent forward to remove her panties from her ankles.
Tony couldn’t believe his eyes, seeing the pink-ish rim of her back hole, and her spotless, symmetrical slit. His mind wandered, thinking if he should look away, or approach her right there. His hands were already feeling the itch to pull her closer.
But the view only lasted for a few moments as she tied the bikini bottom quickly, left and right. Then, she turned around, smiling at Tony.
"I'm ready, Mr. Stark."
"Me too…" Tony mumbled, taking the gorgeous view in. "No wonder you modeled in Tokyo."
"Thank you for the compliment," she replied, looking down with a hint of shyness. But she grabbed her work tablet as well and walked towards him. "I have a few files to show you as well, maybe in the pool?"
Tony just gave her a nod and turned around to walk outside into the open-air terrace where the massive pool was. He adjusted his trunks first, though, his rock-hard erection somewhat uncomfortable.
Splash!
He jumped in with not a second thought, diving into the deeper section first and swimming a little. Finally, when he returned to the surface, he noticed Natalie at the shallower edge, standing in the water that came up to her chest.
"Put that aside for a moment." Tony took the tablet from her and put it away. With a mischievous smirk, he pointed at the other side of the pool. "A hundred bucks if you can reach there before me."
"Are you certain, Mr. Stark?" Natalie purred, her lips curling into a seductive smirk as she locked eyes with Tony, a hint of mischief dancing in her gaze. Beneath the water's surface, the subtle brush of her legs against his sent a tantalizing shiver down his spine. "I’m very athletic."
Just eat me up already. Tony found her seductive voice far too alluring.
"And I’m Iron Man."
Natalie smirked and got in position to start the race. "Not without the suit, Mr. Stark—"
Splash!
Both of them jumped forward at the same time. Tony gave his very best, liking the physical exertion. His arms moved well, his legs coordinated, and he was sure he'd win against some flexible model.
"So, where's my hund—" As soon as he reached the other side, he didn't care to check her and declared his victory. But, on the first look, he found Natalie already sitting on the pool's edge, her feet dangling in the water.
The way her wet hair was gathered to one side of her neck and its moist end stuck to the curve of her enticing valley made him think up a lot of naughty things.
"I won, Mr. Stark."
Tony grunted and kicked his feet, once again diving back to the side they came from. "Not over yet."
Splash!
Natalie followed behind.
Tony felt out of breath to a degree, but he didn't give up and poured out all his strength. It reminded him of how out of shape he had become. So this time, when he reached the edge, he didn't claim victory. Natasha was already standing there, tablet back in her hand.
"Athletic? You're practically a fish." Tony panted, swiping the water off his face, standing beside her against the pool's wall, the water reaching their chests. He stood close to her, enough that when he placed one arm around her shoulder, their entire sides pressed against one another.
Natalie didn't seem to mind it as she remained focused on the tablet screen.
Tony, tired and still aroused as before, held her other naked shoulder; her skin smoother than honey. He didn't remove his arm from behind her shoulder. He even pivoted on his feet towards her so his erection ground against the side of her hips.
Soft. Tony felt the overflowing full breasts from the side against his lower chest.
"Mr. Stark," Natalie responded, at last, pivoting towards him as well, just a little. That made his erection ground harder near the lower curve of her waist, all of it hidden in the water. "Please review this for tomorrow's event."
Tony hummed and grabbed the tablet with his one free hand, not wanting to remove the other one from behind her shoulders. However, as he took the tablet, both of Natalie's hands came free, and they relaxed in the water.
Oh! Tony felt the back of her hand brushing against his erection, skimming past his swim trunks.
"It's the list of guests and the… all the other details," Natalie cooed, her words coming out much softer and warmer than before. Being so close, Tony could feel her breath.
He was unsure before, but now he was certain that her fingers were barely fondling his extended shaft. Gliding up his rigid flesh, separated by a thin layer of material. It was only once, but it made him tingle all over.
Slowly, Tony felt her digits grip his iron-hard cock's girth, squeezing it ever so gently, enough for him to feel the warmth of her palm contrasting the cool water. How he wished he wasn't wearing his swimwear right now…
For a moment, they silently gazed at each other’s faces. Tony was blank, while Natasha maintained that innocent smile.
She didn't stroke him, nor did she tease him in any other way. She simply held his bulging need the entire time, barely squeezing it, making him twitch from the teasing sensation and thirst to go further.
Tony's palm on her other shoulder also tightened.
"What is this?" Tony suddenly asked.
Natalie took the tablet back with both hands, leaving Tony's cock. At that time, Tony swiftly slid his swimming trunks down of his crotch with one hand as she focused on reading, exposing his hard length under the water, its form obscured by the ripples.
Let's see how far she would go. Like an erotic game of chicken. Tony chuckled at the thought.
"It's the regulatory approval from the New York governor's office, Mr. Stark," Natalie explained.
"Ah, that…" Tony took the tablet back and continued to 'read' it.
Natalie's hands dipped back into the water. But she suddenly suppressed a flinch this time, surprised to feel the smooth and warm skin texture on her fingertips. But she still encircled his girth, rounding a fist on his length.
Tony almost hummed at the sudden, bold touch, covering it with a cough to clear his throat. He intended to win this naughty game, however far she would take it.
Tony was almost standing sideways by that time, his feet spread, somewhat trapping Natalie's curvy side hip between his legs. Tony's hand holding the tablet was softly pressed against her covered breasts, vaguely giving him a taste of her creamy, soft flesh.
Both being somewhat proud, no one backed away. They kept acting as if their little game wasn’t happening, having straight faces as they ‘worked’. But her hands never left his cock, and she even stared straight at his narrowing eyes.
Suddenly Natalie’s fingers moved, clenching and relaxing, gently milking his distended cock. Her palm didn't stroke him up and down, but his cock twitched from the kneading down there.
However, just as Tony's balls started to throb in excitement, Natalie stopped and stepped away.
"That's the end of the report, Mr. Stark." Natalie broke the silent tension and took the tablet back. "Oh… it's getting late. I should go now…"
"Wait, what?" Tony exclaimed, left utterly unsatisfied and blue-balled. "Where are y—"
"I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Stark," Natalie replied, not matching Tony's gaze as if embarrassed. "Good night."
Did I go too far? Tony wondered, seeing her rush away. But she held me, didn't she?
Yet again, twice in a row, Tony found his erection left stranded.
In pity, he looked down at the distorted shadow of his cock in the water. "Buddy, did you get cursed or something?"
"Sir, there is something you should look at." Jarvis suddenly voiced from one of the speakers in the house.
Tony groaned, pulled up his pants, and got out of the water. He walked into the living room and slumped down on the couch. "Play it on the TV."
"I intercepted this video from the defense channels, Sir. The location is Rio de Janeiro," Jarvis explained and played a video of a giant, muscular, green monster throwing people around without being affected by bullets. "The only words I could pick up without infiltrating their system was gamma radiation."
Tony fell silent and turned very serious. His gaze never left the screen. "Did you check all the surveillance cameras?"
"Sir, it appears they've been manipulated. The US Army seems to be deeply entangled in this incident," Jarvis disclosed. "Regrettably, that's the extent of the information I've been able to procure."
"It's hard to find them, but they are out there, living normal lives…" Tony mumbled, the words were a repetition of what Amanda had said to him in the fundraiser. "So, is this it? Is this the solution I've been searching for?"
Only one way to find out.
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Midtown Manhattan, New York City
Tony arrived at the venue—not a hall or a lawn, but the construction site of the new Stark Tower. Half of the work had already been completed, but Tony wanted to rush it a little in time for next year's elections. So, it was the best place to unveil his next technology.
The road was blocked, and a large stage was set beside the building, still under construction. The visitors were mostly some celebrities, rich ones, and politicians, as always. However, the journalists outnumbered the guests.
"You look wonderful, Professor Kreed." Tony found his date for the night, Amanda, standing near the stage.
Her attire was a single-piece silky white dress with a tight waist and a deep neckline that continued on to a barely open slit on her cleavage. So dangerously arousing as it clung tightly to her perky bosom.
Thin straps were holding the dress on her shoulders, the fabric dipping with her curves as it exposed her smooth back. It covered her legs, but wasn't tight around there, flaring out like a beautiful silky waterfall. With minimal accessories, charming makeup, and her hair up in an elegant bun, she was a vision of class.
"Thank you, Mr. Stark." Amanda grabbed Tony's arm that he extended towards her, walking beside him closely. "I had to try my best after you were so… convincing on the calls."
Desperate is a better word. Tony thought.
"I had to," Tony replied and stopped beside the stage. "Let's find some privacy to talk later. I have something to show you."
"Planning a little mischief on this unsuspecting girl?" Amanda inquired with a trace of mischief in her tone, a sly smirk dancing across her lips as if daring him to make a move.
Tony refused to be left blue-balled this time, so he shook his head and walked up the stairs of the stage. "See it for yourself later."
The cameras began flashing as soon as he walked onto the stage, the spotlight focusing on him. It was late evening, with barely a hint of sunset left in the sky.
Let's do this.
Jarvis assisted him well the whole time, showing details in the glasses and speaking to him in the earpiece. "Two million people are watching you live on your YouTube channel, Mr. Stark."
That's good enough.
"All the major news channels in the country are live broadcasting the event," Jarvis added.
Even better.
Tony noticed the lack of Pepper there, since it was his event. But he didn't like that even Natalie was missing, sending someone else in her place. It made him wonder if he went too far with her in the pool.
Focus, you walking corpse. He pulled himself out of the stupor and set the microphone on his suit's collar. With that, he began his first unofficial campaign speech.
"First of all, let's clear away the elephant in the room. My technology was not stolen, and the man who attacked me was the son of my father's employee, who was found guilty of espionage and deported back in the day. Long ago, my father once theorized the creation of an Arc Reactor, but it was impossible to create at that time. This Ivan Vanko, a physicist, used the theorized information of that era to create a mere replica that isn't sustainable, nor powerful—Daddy issues, pretty much."
After earning a few chuckles, he continued. "In the fifteen hundreds, Leonardo da Vinci sketched a horseless, mechanized cart. Does that mean we should blame him for every car accident that happens today? As we speak, every Tom, Dick, and Harry out there is trying to copy my creation, but sorry, fellas, you're just not cutting it—Maybe in a decade or two. By then, I'll be sipping martinis on Mars while they're still figuring out how to turn on the ignition!"
Boom!
"Like now!" Tony added, raising his arms wide as the fireworks shot off behind the stage with a smokescreen.
Mechanical footsteps resounded right after, and a dozen men walked out of the smokescreen, getting up on stage and standing on Tony's side in a line. They all wore an exoskeleton tied to their bodies. Most of their front was visible, but their entire back was made of multiple metal beams and mechanical joints. Their hands were covered in metallic gloves like Iron Man's, and the same was true for their boots.
"Welcome, folks, to the construction revolution!" Tony boomed. At his signal, two of the Iron Guardians deployed to the state appeared and dropped a thick, three-inch-diameter steel rod, followed by a giant boulder weighing more than a ton.
"Our infrastructure is like that one forgotten avocado at the back of the fridge—neglected, rotting, and definitely past its prime. I mean, seriously, it's so bad even Eisenhower would feel ashamed. Ashamed to see how we didn't expand the Federal-Aid Highway Act, and better the interstate system—no more!"
Am I doing good, Jarvis?
"The facial analysis of the crowd shows their interest is at an all-time high, Sir," Jarvis replied.
With that, a dozen men in exo-skeletons moved forward. One of them went ahead and bent the thick metal rod with ease, with his metallic hands. Then, the next guy curved the rod so much that he formed a knot with it.
Then, another went ahead and lifted the boulder. Next, one of them grabbed the hammer and shattered the boulder with a few strikes.
None of them appeared to be panting or straining anywhere. A simple smile remained on their faces.
"Stark Industries has decided to venture into the construction business," Tony announced. "With my technology, gone are the days when it took years to build a skyscraper, a month to patch a road, or a decade to settle a new suburb—fast, safe, and great—Stark Constructions is the future!" Tony ended his speech and walked down from the stage. Behind him, the trained construction workers continued to demonstrate the capabilities of the exo-skeletons. Be it jumping, lifting, hitting, or anything else.
Too bad the droids can't be made yet. Tony still didn't feel as satisfied. He lacked an efficient propulsion for smaller construction droids, and that was hindering the project.
"It exceeded my expectations, Mr. Stark." Amanda rejoined her date for the night, walking with Tony into the crowd that was being led into the adjacent building where the most important guests were served dinner. All the journalists were stopped outside. "An even marvelous strategy, if I must add."
Tony waved at the guests as he walked into the dining hall to his reserved table. "What strategy?"
Amanda whispered close to his ears. "I expect you to be spending a lot of money on infrastructure projects after becoming the President."
"Congress… not me. A president has limited power." Tony corrected her. "Besides, those projects invite bids first."
But she shook her head, taking her seat. "Who can outbid you now, with your efficiency?"
"Your words, I said nothing," Tony replied and ordered some light dinner for himself while relishing the company of the captivating companion. "So, can I get a peek at this immune marvel of a person now?"
"I thought this was a date, Mr. Stark. Are we at work?" She replied with a taunting, erotic smirk. "But we can talk about such people in the meantime."
"People? There are more?" Tony exclaimed, trying to keep himself calm. No matter how hot the woman was, he truly worried for his life now. "They're also immune?"
"Just like how every person is different, they have different advantages too,” she corrected him, turning the discussion a little serious. "Immune to disease, immune to fire, or perhaps immune to cold—plenty of examples, Mr. Stark."
Tony's brows creased together. "I'm sorry, but is this kindergarten storytime?"
"Captain Steven Grant Rogers,” she blurted, a name Tony recognized. "Wasn't he a regular human? Turned superhuman through science?"
"But you're talking about biological, natural-born superhumans," Tony argued, relaxing in his chair as he finished his dinner. "That's impossible unless there is a great deviation in the human gene."
Amanda became silent for a moment, her eyes widening for a very short instance before turning normal. Her smile became even more welcoming and attractive. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
Tony nodded and got busy on his phone. "Meet me at the back exit. I have something to discuss with you… alone."
"Of course." Amanda walked away, swaying her hips as if knowing he'd be watching.
Careful, she entered the restroom and checked all the stalls before locking the main door from inside. Quickly after, she took out her old-fashioned encrypted cell phone and dialed a number.
"How did it go?" A masculine voice asked from the other side.
Amanda, staring at herself in the mirror, fixed her looks to look primed. At her will, she changed her bust size, making it fuller slightly, making her rear softer, and her lips smooth as silk. "Not over yet, Professor. But he's quick—already questioning the genes angle. He wants to discuss something in private, so I'm afraid I must go dark for a little while."
"Go, and be careful. Stark possesses an intellect that rivals the most brilliant minds on this planet. We must tread carefully and avoid invoking his ire. Use whatever means necessary to extract a definitive response from him. We need that much if we're going to support his presidential bid," the man from the other side advised, his tone friendly.
Finally, Amanda cut the call and switched off the phone. She did the same with the little earpiece. Then, finally, she checked herself for the last time and headed out.
"Follow me." Tony gestured as he saw her arrive at the back exit. He crossed the street and entered the currently abandoned construction site of Stark Tower.
"What do you want to discuss, Mr. Stark?" Amanda asked, pacing herself right beside Tony.
"Not here. Too many ears." Tony took her into the elevator and arrived at the 50th floor of the under-construction tower.
He brought Amanda to an open edge of the floor from where the view of the city was mesmerizing. Finally, he turned around to speak with her and took out his phone. "I found something interesting, and knowing your specialt—Huh?"
Amanda looked uninterested, looking left and right. "Is this the highest we can go? Ah, there it is! Follow me, Mr. Stark."
"What?" Tony frowned and soon saw Amanda taking a ladder and climbing the shaft of the tower crane.
"Just follow me!" Amanda shouted back, her speed remarkable despite her formal dress.
Another eccentric woman. Tony sighed and followed her. He started climbing, and the first thing he saw was… White?
He ignored the magnificent view of her legs he got during the climb and carefully followed her all the way to the top. It was tiring, but as soon as he stood at the top, it felt worth it. The view was even more magnificent—even for him, Iron Man.
"Tired?" Amanda asked and took him by his hand.
Tony knew where she was taking him, so he allowed her. Finally, they arrived at the tower crane's operator's cabin. It was cramped with just one chair but still sizable enough, as the front of it was elongated. Half of the floor was made of metal grills and glass, giving a view of the ground below, while the three big glass windows around revealed the flickering spectacle of the night lights of Manhattan.
"Take a seat." Amanda pushed Tony into the chair, letting him rest. Then she entered, shutting the door behind her and squeezing beside the chair to the front. She opened the small upper window, letting the soothing breeze hit them, making their hair flutter. "Now, this is a view."
It is. Tony silently sat there, soaking in the view. Probably the last time I see it.
"So…" Amanda broke the silence and abruptly sat down on Tony's lap sideways. Despite the chair's armrests having the control stick and buttons, she accommodated her soft rear on his thighs. "So, what did you want to discuss?"
Too eccentric. Tony wondered if people felt the same about him. Ugh, she's too soft… the valley, I can feel it.
Amanda was more gorgeous than most models Tony had seen, so it was natural his body reacted. As soon as her one arm wrapped around his shoulder and neck, his palm behind her shifted to rest on her cushiony ass.
She didn't react, so Tony got to the main business. He took out his phone again and showed a video to her. "Is this green guy one of your suggested special humans?"
Amanda settled neatly on his lap, ignoring his hardening shaft under her. Her gaze remained locked on the video until it ended. "Hmm… No, this one's not natural."
"How do you know?" Tony quirked an eyebrow, pocketing his phone as he locked eyes with her, their faces mere inches apart. His gaze kept gravitating towards that enticing little mole above her lips. "With such unwavering certainty."
"Because I know about this case. I can't tell you his name, but he was exposed to extreme gamma radiation. He injected himself with a recreated Super Soldier Serum, and as you can see, this is the price he paid," Amanda revealed, her voice taking a softer and deeper tone.
Between their discussion, both of them kept touching each other in various ways. While Tony's palm spread behind her cushiony ass, gripped her, and fondled her flesh softly, he felt Amanda press her front on his chest, her tender, full breasts squeezing on him.
"How?" He questioned.
"Well…" Amanda shifted on his lap, the crevice of her rear nestling atop his iron-hard shaft. "Let's say I have a very high-level clearance."
Tony breathed deeply, his other hand unknowingly charmed by her actions as it reached for her face. He caressed her smooth, warm skin, going lower to her neck and then her shoulders, all the while their eyes locked.
"How high?" Tony rubbed his hand on her shoulder, sliding down the thin string holding her dress up.
"Let's just say…" Amanda reacted kindly to him, bringing her face so close to him that their breaths mixed well with the scent of wine they both had consumed at dinner. "Even when you reach the Oval Office… you’ll be seeing me."
Tony's brows shot up in amusement, too curious about the identity of the woman. She was too charming, too good with her words, and too stunning to be just an ordinary professor. The more he talked with her, the more he felt he was being pulled in.
Amanda suddenly leaned in and planted her lips on his, and tested the waters. His lips found her tongue in a feverish kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of desire. She pulled her face back again, breathing heavily.
He couldn’t help but lick his lips, savoring her taste.
Tony’s eyes went dark with desire as he reached for his tie. With practiced ease, he loosened the knot, the dark fabric slipping from his neck. Amanda helped, her nimble hands unbuttoning his shirt one by one, slowly creeping down to his belt and tugging him closer to her body.
Tony's hand finally pulled down the shoulder strap of her dress from one side. The left side of her dress slid down to her waist and revealed one of her breasts; uncovered, perky, big enough to perfectly rest in his palm.
The moonlight and city light was enough to show she was as pink as cherry blossoms, her nipples tight and button-sized—everything about her perfect somehow.
His hand started to caress her bud, and a melodious moan escaped her lips. She kissed him again, letting him fondle her breast while his other hand kneaded her ass from above the silky fabric, giving her a slippery and tingling sensation.
Tony reacted to the kiss in kind. The kiss turned deeper and deeper as they suckled on each other's lips. Amanda’s hand caressed his chest, trailing his chest and abs as he kept kneading her soft flesh.
"Ummmph… Tony-oh!" Amanda moaned into his mouth, her body wriggling on his lap.
Breaking away from the kiss, her tongue trailed down his neck and upper chest, testing him to no end. Her hands were all over him, trailing her sharp nails for his thrill. Suddenly, she held his bearded jaw in her dainty hand, making him look at her straight in the eyes.
"Wouldn't it be amazing if we could somehow freeze ourselves in youth?" She asked, her eyes looking intoxicated in lust and arousal. "One could have… this body, and this… playful life forever… Mmm…"
Tony's hand refused to move from her magnificent breast, loving her moans in his ears. But he didn't feel like talking. That wasn't his main focus when doing it with someone.
"Heh…" She playfully chuckled, getting off of Tony's lap and standing between his knees. "What if there were millions of superhumans out there, Tony? How would you deal with them as President?"
Annoyed by the loss of her warmth, he looked up at her perfect face. "I'd call it a blessing in disguise."
"Oh?" Amanda mused, reaching for the other shoulder strap of the dress, pushing it off her shoulder, and letting it droop around her slim waist. With that, both her breasts were freed, the nipples tight from the chilly air.
Tony smirked, fully enticed. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer.
Amanda spread her knees and straddled his lap, with one slender leg on each of his sides this time. His face was close to her jutting nipples, so close she could feel his warm breath on the skin of her tantalizing offer, and her hips wiggled.
Tony spread his tongue, flicking and caressing her pink bud with his slick flesh. His hands cupped her soft, bare breasts as his lips suckled them, nibbled them, touching her all over.
At the same time, Amanda held on to both his shoulders, rocking her hips on his straining bulge. Despite being under her control, she felt the dampness between her legs as the continuous rubbing did its magic on her clit. Her body moved instinctively, arching her back to push her swells deeper into the embrace of his lips, subconsciously wanting more and more.
She dry-humped herself on his cock—whining at such an obscenely high pitch.
Tony felt the burning hunger in his cock. His lips curved in that arrogant little smirk of his as she squirmed in his grip. Sloppier and harder, he sucked her nipple in a wild bid to try and quickly bring her to that edge of infinity.
"Yess~ Tony… Ah, ooooh, baby~" She moaned so softly that it felt like a song. Erotic, hot, and inviting.
While Tony’s mouth kept suckling, his hands trailed down her legs, pulling up the smooth fabric of her dress to bunch up everything around her waist. His heated digits tried to find a way to the flaming furnace he craved for.
However, Amanda suddenly moved, leaving his arms.
She slid down from his lap and knelt between his knees. The space was tight, and her limber movements surprised him. He couldn’t believe there was such a flexible woman out there, wondering if she had been a gymnast before. Someone he could bend and stretch at will.
She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper with tantalizing movements, keeping her green eyes locked on his. Her warm hand took out his sizable, pre-cum dribbling, veiny cock out, burning hot with craving.
“Ummm… You're bigger than I imagined, Mr. Stark….” She teased, resting Tony's cock against her cheek.
“You imagined it before?” He chuckled.
Offering up a lusty smile, Amanda wasted no time in moving forward for more indulgence, licking her way slowly up his cock, bringing her tongue to sweep along his shaft in slow, loving adoration, a taunt of delight that she knew would drive him crazy.
Tony groaned with a low rumble in his throat, his fingers running through her hair, slowly loosening her hair bun to toy with her hair while she started playing with his throbbing shaft.
As her lips wrapped around the girthy head of Tony's cock, one that made her mouth open as wide as it could to accommodate him, she was ready to act utterly shameless. Carefully, she cupped her hands around her own breasts and squeezed his length in between. She moved slowly at first, up and down, keeping his cock head in her mouth as she squeezed his length between her cloud-like softness, kneading and molding her flesh to please him.
But Tony felt too hot, too much taunting and not enough fucking. He suddenly pulled out his belt from his pants. He grabbed both her hands and tied them together by the wrist, making her lower them on her lap.
"Only mouth, Amanda… Only mouth," Tony commanded, the desire for completion arising from deep within his heart after being left out in the cold twice already.
“Such impatience? I kind of like it…” Amanda giggled and accepted the challenge.
She leaned further forward, her lips widened around Tony's cock, ready to sink her way down his impressive length. There was so much cock, so the slender beauty had had to relax her throat to take him in deep.
With gradual pushes of her face, she indulged in the shameless pleasure of sucking him off and making him groan in pleasure. She worshiped his cock thoroughly, her tongue slithering along his length, building up layers of slick spit all over his cock. She slapped her face down onto his crotch repeatedly, her tongue coming out while she lapped up everything.
Tony couldn’t resist the overwhelming ecstasy. He stared down at the gorgeous woman while his cock disappeared into her mouth or rubbed against her blushing red lips. His hand in her hair wanted to press her head down to help her go deeper. But to his shock, she could shove all of him to the hilt without an issue. She didn't even gag.
Heck, her mouth felt so tight that even virgins couldn’t compare. The way her tongue massaged him inside her mouth drove him wild. The vacuum-like seal brought it to perfection.
Tony’s primal desire took over, and without saying a word, he started fucking Amanda’s mouth, going in with jolts of his hips. It felt so slippery and hot, making him move faster and faster, sometimes even taking a few moments to grind into the back of her throat. Tony gripped her hair as he pumped his hips, searching for that wondrous release.
Amanda’s lips clamped around him, only relaxing her throat to take Tony in even deeper.
To his surprise, Amanda allowed him, never stopping him, gagging, or even letting out a tear. She remained looking as perfect as ever, constantly looking up at him with her hot, seductive green eyes, as if she was there to pleasure him however he wanted.
“Ghk…” With a sudden groan, Tony grimaced, closing his eyes tight, letting the bliss wash over his body. His load erupted down her throat while he let out a long grunt.
Shamelessly, Amanda swallowed down the creamy spread he pumped into her mouth, some even dripping down the sides of her red lips since it was so much more than she had expected.
His hips shook, and the thrill engulfed him with chaos and heat that didn't feel rational as his release was an accumulation from a few days.
Feeling the fatigue seep in, Tony fell back in the chair, breathing heavily.
"T-That… Ah…" Amanda panted and stood up on her own. Somehow, she removed the belt, tying her wrists too, and tucked her breasts back into the dress. "That was amazing… Tony."
Tony smirked and suddenly pulled her closer again by her ass, fondling her and trying to lift the hem of her dress.
"But we haven't had the main course yet," Tony muttered, not intending to let this chance go.
"Oh…" Amanda reacted to his fondling for a moment, but then caught both his hands to stop him. She looked down, smiling softly at his face. "This view is romantic but… hardly enough for 'that' kind of romance, don't you think?"
Calming his breath, Tony relaxed back in the cushiony seat and nodded. He wanted to do it, but he could see it wouldn't be very comfortable doing it there. Besides, this tender beauty deserved a thorough lovemaking session over a very long night.
"You're right," Tony muttered, shoving his cock back in the pants.
"Oh, Tony…" Amanda suddenly leaned forward and caressed Tony's face with both hands. "I'll see you again very soon, and if things work out… in the Oval Office."
Tony thought the idea sounded very hot, and he liked it. "It's great fuel for my motivation."
"Then, I'll leave." Amanda finished fixing her dress and squeezed toward the door. "It's better we don't leave together. Too many eyes, as you said..."
Tony let her go and remained seated in the cabin. "See you later, Amanda."
"Of course, Tony." Amanda finally closed the door behind her and vanished into the darkness, going down the ladder.
Meanwhile, Tony relaxed in the same cabin alone, looking at the city outside. His lips held a wide smile, yet his furrowed brows contrasted. Both his fists clenched up, veins popping up on his temples.
"Who sent her? Shield? Hammer? Who else is there?"
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At the same time, a few streets away from the Stark Tower, an otherworldly stunning blonde woman entered a car with tinted windows and relaxed in the driver's seat. She reclined the seat immediately, followed by heavy breath escaping her lips.
"Aaah…"
Her slender fingers stroked the inside of her thigh over the dress, touching herself, her breasts, and lifted the hem of her dress. Her hand squeezed between her legs, hooking her panties, pulling it to the side. She let herself relax into the seat, and her mind wandered.
She gently tapped her clitoris with the tip of her finger, feeling the sensitivity start to build as the blood rushed to the area. She slowly slipped her unoccupied hand under one of her perky breasts, slipping her fingers up to her nipple, squeezing and running her fingers over the hardened nub of her flesh.
Her middle finger dipped into the warmth between her lower lips, sliding in easily as it was already thoroughly soaked with her juices, her panties ruined from her flooding, lustful desire.
Her digits curled and thrust in and out a few times, her palm pivoting on her lower belly. Her arousal so high that her nectar of life started to flow uncontrollably, squirting and sullying the car seat.
But she didn’t realize her body reacted, too—her true appearance was uncovered: red hair, yellow eyes, and dark blue skin. This was the first time her carefully sculpted disguise came undone like this, letting her self-control go as her body shivered from the bliss.
"I-ugh… I can't believe I came just from that… So strange…" Amanda muttered to herself, her eyes closed and her breath slowly reverting to normal. "Bizarre… bizarre man…"
Finally, as she calmed down a few moments later, she looked down and realized something. "What? How?"
Her body had somehow returned to its original form, and she couldn't make any sense of it.
But ignoring all that, she hurriedly took out her encrypted phone from her purse and called the same man as before.
"How did it go, Raven? What are his views on mutants?"
"Better than I anticipated, Charles. His interest in us seems genuinely positive, more than anything else. However, I couldn't bring myself to mention mutants directly; I felt it would overwhelm him," she replied, her gaze shifting down towards her body, at the mess between her blue legs. "I… I believe I'll need a few more meetings with him to get a definitive answer. But for now, I don't sense any hostility from him."
"That's wonderful, Raven. He might just be our only chance for a better future for all the mutants in the world. Continue the surveillance and try to enter his inner circle as much as possible," Charles ordered. "But you should return first. There are more pressing immediate matters to handle."
"I'm on my way," she answered and cut the call, once again slumping back and relaxing in the seat.
Anthony Edward Stark… I hope you're the one… the last hope.
Comments
MrPlotThickens
Tbh I feel Romijin is hotter and more seductive. But since Jennifer has been in so many movie now, it feels like she's more mainstream. I like them both tho.
Eternal Playa
Do you visualise Rebecca Romijn’s Mystique or Jennifer Lawrence’s Mystique (they both play the same character but at different stages of her life) when you write this or do you leave it up to the reader who they visualise? Personally, I like both but I see Romijn’s Mystique interacting with Tony but I have no doubt he would be able to seduce either her or Lawrence’s Mystique (that is if Romijn’s Mystique doesn’t try to set him up for something).
MrPlotThickens
Glad you liked it
Lord Mehmeh
Hoping golden lion comes out soon
Lord Mehmeh
Fuck yeah bro you are a great fuckin writer
