Marvel: President Stark

Logan Miller was a nobody, or at least he thought of himself that way. A simple Secret Service team leader tasked with planning out the President's safe movements. He used to love his job until a year ago when Presidents were rather… grounded.

"Ma'am, it's important protocol to know where the President is." Logan knocked at the President's chief secretary's door in the middle of the night as he couldn't find the President anywhere.

Darcy, rubbing her eyes, folded her arms annoyedly. "How am I supposed to know where he is? He can fly, in case you forgot. And, spoiler alert—I don't have wings."

"Ma'am, but it's two in the morning, and there is no clue where the President is. This is unprecedented in history. He's the President of the United States. He can't just vanish on nights and reappear on days. The Secret Service has to plan out security details and—"

Darcy yawned and stepped backward, "Yeah, get comfy with it, bud. The guy's got, like, a thousand Iron Guardians zipping around the country 24/7. Pretty sure that beats your guns and armored SUVs—no offense, it's just facts. America wasn't exactly ready for a President Superhero. Anyway, night-night, I need my beauty sleep."

Poor Logan, tired and defeated, turned back and returned to his workspace and stared at his computer screen. His entire schedule was practically empty, and he had nothing to do.

Just another day in his now boring job.

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As morning came, Tony got his call about all the Supreme Court judges resigning. He dressed up and rocketed back to the White House as quickly as he could. It was best to pick like-minded folks to take the position now and ensure his plans go smoothly.

Woosh!

The large window shifted open and he hovered into the Oval Office.

Thud!

"Alright, hit me. Check off every name tossed out by anyone with a political agenda. Jarvis, make me a shortlist—bonus points if they're already sipping my brand of Kool-Aid," Tony ordered the already-packed room. They were his chosen advisers and handpicked selectors. After all, his goal wasn't just to be the President. The midterm elections were going to see the rise of a third party.

435 seats in the House and one-third of the Senate. Also, 36 Governors, and many more State Legislators like attorneys general, secretaries of state, and local officials like mayors, judges, and more.

It was a huge pie, and Tony wanted it all. His popularity was at its peak, and it was the best time to strike the iron.

"It's difficult to gather nine names that fully back you. But seven? I think we can manage that," Raven said, sliding the resumes across the table for Tony to inspect.

Tony quickly scanned the names and used Jarvis to look up their histories. All the major judgments in their lifetimes. All the people they supported, and the places they spent their money. He didn't want some newly converted who just started supporting him. He needed someone whose core beliefs aligned with him.

"I'll handle the interviews myself," Tony said, sliding the selected resumes across the table. "Call them in tomorrow—spaced an hour apart."

"Got it." Darcy grabbed the papers and left the room quickly.

Raven, still there, started with the next agenda. "The one-year anniversary is arriving in a few days. You said you want to hold an event, but I'll need more details. How many people? What kind? Dinner? Public gathering?"

"Let's keep it simple, like my oath-taking ceremony—regular folks need to hear this, and I've got some great news to drop." Tony stepped closer to Raven's chair, gently lifting her chin with a touch that was more reassuring than flashy. "Four years—that's the plan. With the Supreme Court on our side, I think we can push Mutant recognition further. Actually, scratch that. Let's go with Metahumans. Sounds cooler, right? Like humans, but with a dash of superhero chic. I think it'll play better."

"Thanks, Tony." Raven sprang to her feet, decreasing the gap between their bodies until her bosom smushed into his chest. She raised herself on her toes and pecked close to his lips. "Thanks for everything."

"Just doing my job," Tony replied, throwing an arm around her curvaceous waist, that hourglass mold of her body made him feel things. "So, how's your end holding up? Got any juicy intel, or is it all classified fluff?"

"You know most of them. But I suspect that the federal government is compromised on a deeper level. Some intel is being kept from the White House. Boys' clubs are popping up—little clusters here and there. I'm still digging. I'll have the report in a few days," Raven revealed. Being the Chief of Staff for Tony was a job she took very seriously. She had bet her name on Tony's drive to bring a change, after all.

Tony sighed and stopped holding Raven. He stepped back and poured himself a glass of water. "Guessed that much. With all the folks I've refused to bow to, they're probably teaming up to play the big game. Don't sweat it—I'll hear about them soon enough."

"Then, I'll get moving." Raven grabbed the files she brought and started leaving. However, the tapping of her heels stopped as she reached the door. "Tony…"

"Yeah?" He glanced back at her.

"Be safe."

He chuckled and gave her a thumbs-up. He didn't want to acknowledge it, but knowing there were people who genuinely cared for his well-being was heartwarming. Pepper, May, Raven… He felt like this was his second life, based on how things had changed.

"Alright then, back to work." He curled his table and sat down in the chair. He grabbed his personal laptop and engaged with Jarvis, creating a flow chart, plan, and strategies for the Midterms.

The title of the file was the name of his entry into the political big league—the National Technocratic Alliance.

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Meanwhile, Steve Rogers arrived at Triskelion and confronted Nick Fury about his spy-style maneuvers that were often too secret even for him. He asked to be informed more, and Fury did just that by taking him underground.

The massive underground base was beyond anything Steve had seen in his life. Even larger than the best of Hydra facilities he had seen before.

"This is Project Insight. Three next-generation helicarriers synced to a network of targeting satellites. Once we get them in the air, they never need to come down. Continuous sub-orbital flight, courtesy of our new repulsor engines."

"Did Tony sanction money for all this?" That was the first thing Steve asked Fury, who was now junior to him in rank.

Fury shrugged and continued to give him a tour. "No, the previous President did. Stark wants to shut this down, seeing this as a waste of money. But Stark doesn't understand the risks of doing everything on his own. How many Iron Guardians will he make? Ten thousand? A million?"

Steve looked around at the massive helicarriers. They looked much different from the previous one. These had far more firepower and looked like a weapon made for dominance more than defense.

"These… what are these for?"

"Preemptive strike. After New York, I convinced the Council to take a more active approach. We'll know the DNA of any terrorist or bad actor before they step out of their mom's basement. These three will strike down any threat before it becomes a threat."

Steve shook his head, a little disappointed. "I thought justice was served in courts."

"We're dealing with different threats, Captain. The world isn't the same as before. There used to be one Red Skull, but now they're dime a dozen. If we don't take a stand, we'll be sitting ducks," Fury assertively replied and tried to pat on Steve's shoulder.

Steve stepped back, however. "This isn't freedom I fought for. Putting a gun to everyone's head isn't protecting the world—this is how tyranny starts."

"Didn't we build nukes to end the war? You need overwhelming firepower to make sure they back down before they even think about raising their hands. That's the price of peace, Captain."

"That's a very heavy price…" Steve muttered and straightened his back, "I'll ask Stark if he knows all this… I hope he does, Colonel Fury."

For the first time, Steve used his General rank to address the cold man before him. After the New York invasion, he had learned his lesson.

It was never good to trust a spy. Especially the likes of Fury, too drunk on their grand ambition of peace.

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