Marvel: President Stark

Aldrich received a wound, but it healed quickly.

"Haaaaa!" Aldrich leaped forward and jumped onto Tony. He roared and spewed flames from his mouth at point blank. "Aaaaaa!"

Clack!

"W-What…" Aldrich realized something. Tony had hugged his body back, "W-What are you doing?"

"What does it sound like, dumbass?"

Clack! Clack!

The Iron Man armor suddenly changed its shape, and swallowed Aldrich into its body. After that, the armor started to raise the temperature inside to inhuman levels.

Wooosh!

And just then, another door opened on the other side of the control deck of the ship and the actual Tony Stark entered in another Iron Man suit. He simply strolled around and waited for his little lie to work.

"You thought I'd physically engage in the fight? I have millions of people to respond to, can't be that careless. Can't risk all those hopes and dreams riding on these shoulders—not yours, for sure."

"Aaaaaa!" Aldrich's roaring screams were audible from inside the armor. The man was becoming unstable from the serum he had taken.

"Leaves a bad taste doing this," Tony said, casually adjusting his suit.

"I think I'll have to build a prison for superpowered beings soon. Not a fan of the whole 'kill them all' approach." Tony nonchalantly added. "I don't want to kill you, buddy. If you can calm down and, I don't know… not explode, I'll give you a chance. Sound fair—"

Poof!

"He exploded, didn't he?" Tony noticed a sudden and subtle inflation of the nanotech Iron Man suit over Aldrich.

"His body has exploded, Sir."

Clank!

"I don't know what to feel at this point." Tony rubbed his metal face. "Alright, take the body to Bruce. Fill him in on what went down with Extremis—both the good, the bad, and the ugly. Let him play the mad scientist and decide if he wants to keep going or bail."

"Understood, Sir."

Quickly after, the Iron Man armor took off. The rest of the bodies were also gathered by other Iron Guardians and sent to Bruce. He was warned about SHIELD already, so he didn't try them.

As for Tony personally, it was getting dark, so he took off from the port and flew aimlessly.

Ugh, I need some drinks and a nice cuddle. He sighed and took off towards a certain school for gifted folks. That night, he missed his blue-skinned Chief of Staff.

Wait, isn't she at the White House? Ah, I'm already here, let's see the old fogies then.

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Tony arrived at the school with a few bottles of drinks and strolled into the empty-looking building in his armor. He only found Hank working in the lab.

"Where's Erik and the rest?"

"Took the kids on a field trip to Hawaii," Hank replied without even looking. "Need something?"

"Company for a few drinks."

"That, I can't. Too bad, Logan's gone too. Storm arrived some time ago, maybe she's still around."

"My beautiful Secretary of Agriculture? Hell yeah." Tony turned around and started searching for Ororo. He knew the layout of the living accommodation since he visited Raven a few times. He found names written on most of the doors.

But amidst the dark corridor, only one corner was brightly lit. He got out of his armor outside the door in that bright area and knocked a few times.

Knock! Knock!

After a few long moments, the door finally opened. It took everything for Tony to not drop the bottle he was holding. He had never seen his hot Secretary of Agriculture look that much hotter.

Wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt that hid everything above her fleshy thighs, the round collar hanging onto her shoulder for dear life, and her long, white hair was a soaking mess with a towel still wrapped around it.

Her ebony, glistening skin had the flowery scent of whatever moisturizer she used. Her large feminine hills were noticeable under that white T-shirt, and her long legs were just…

"Mr. President?"

"Stark…" Tony replied. "Tony is fine actually. I was looking for Erik, but apparently, he's too busy living the dream. Got time to share a few drinks?"

Ororo eyed him with suspicion, but then she folded her arms under her bust, making it even harder for Tony to look elsewhere. "Sure, I just got off work."

"You travel between DC and here every day?"

"Being able to fly helps."

"No need to tell me that," Tony muttered and walked into her room, assessing it for the first time.

It was fairly simple, a queen size bed on the right side adjacent to the wall. Beside the bed was a study table with a window in front of it. Then further to the side of the table were three large cabinets full of books. Beyond that were the cupboards and miscellaneous things. It looked like any other dorm room, except this had an attached bathroom.

"Take a seat, Mr… I mean, Tony."

Tony went ahead and dragged the chair back. He tilted it slightly towards the bed, reckoning she'd sit on it. He saw her walk around and take out two glasses from one of the cupboards. But then, she dropped them on the table and returned to the bathroom, only to return with a figure-hugging, black legging covering her seductively long legs.

What a shame. Disappointment was evident on his face. But that legging was also tight. He liked what he saw.

As he guessed, Ororo then sat down on the bed facing him, near the table. She sat cross-legged, and that gave him a bit too much to look at. The junction of her thighs was clear as day—the folds were there.

"So, what's the occasion, Mr. Sta… Tony?"

Tony chuckled and took a glass. "Remember those bomb blasts? Took care of the guy before heading here. Big-shot CEO, mad his research was shut down. Turns out, he had no clue the name he picked belonged to some ancient, super-powered Chinese warlord."

"You came here after a battle?" Ororo asked, intrigued. She had never heard of a President acting that way, let alone meeting one.

"No biggie. The guy was dumb."

"Let me." Ororo took the bottle from Tony and poured the drinks for him. "A few drinks after a battle… understandable."

"Someone gets me." He raised the glass until she did the same. "Cheers to many successful battles to come."

Clank!

The night was long, and they had just started. They took small sips while making small talk. As words flew between them, they became used to each other's presence. As more glasses were refilled, they became quite relaxed.

Maybe it was the drinks, but Ororo finally smiled more casually at him, even laughing a bit at Tony's funny remarks. The vaguely arrogant image of him in her head turned to one of an unrestrained, playful man, with the smarts to back it up. She still saw how his eyes would wander to her spandex-covered legs though, but for now, she didn't mind it at all.

Humming to his words, Ororo playfully changed her position, just to tease him. She straightened her legs forward from the bed's edge, wiggling her toes a little as if she felt stiff from sitting too long, then folded them one atop the other. She noticed Tony's gaze, and secretly smirked a little.

"Tell me, Tony, why? I've known kings, sages, and more politicians than I'd care to count. Yet, none had a greater impact on this world than you. But here you are, still trying to do more—why? Obviously, you're a flawed man with vices, yet… you do good? Why?"

Tony sipped and blurted. "Because I can, Ororo. I've got nothing left to prove. I'm rich, ridiculously good-looking, and I build cool stuff for fun. Oh, and I play hero on occasion—bonus points there. Now I'm the President, which is basically the cherry on top of my already oversized sundae. I've got more than what most dream of. So, why not do it right? Half-assing's for amateurs when you can go all-in... or, as I like to call it, full ass."

"Hmm…"

As if the heat in the room wasn't already peaking already, Ororo removed the towel from her hair, letting her pure white locks sway behind her back as her chest pushed forward and her head tilted back. She could almost hear the gulp in Tony's throat.

Then, she took the bottle from the table, and leaned towards Tony, letting the wide, round collar of her T-shirt fall forward. The dark and misty valley looked so inviting; shadowy deep like the allure of a siren on the stormy sea.

Before Tony could say or do anything, Ororo poured him another glass. The trickling sound broke his lewd imagination.

"And me? What's my role in this? Picking me as Secretary of Agriculture feels… pointless?"

"Oh, no, no, no—this isn't just some backyard science project. There's a big plan here. I've teamed up with a few brilliant minds to cook up something I call the Super Seed. The goal? Wipe out hunger, mic-drop style.

"Sure, we already produce enough food to feed the world, but it doesn't exactly grow where it's needed most. Shipping it there? It costs too much. So, I'm designing seeds that can thrive in barren wastelands, survive on barely any water, and laugh in the face of extreme weather. Once it works—and it will—I'll need you to help me get those governments to shake on it."

"Africa?" She asked.

Tony smirked and openly checked her out from her face to those amazing legs. She had already removed her towel from the head, so those silky, long white locks contrasting her skin tone were just too hot to ignore. "I heard they revered you there… I can see why."

Ororo stared at him with a quirk of her brow, then sat back upright. She placed the bottle back on the table and downed her whole glass. She slammed the glass on the table before looking back at Tony, squarely eye to eye.

Her eyes squinted a little as if to see how serious he was; leaning closer bit by bit.

To her surprise, Tony did the same. He downed the whole glass and leaned forward, elbows on his legs.

"Tell me, Tony. That private jet thing… Do you do that often with Raven?"

"Oh, I wish. She's got a full schedule these days. Why? Got any more candidates lining up for that job?"

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