Marvel: President Stark

[We're reporting live from what used to be the venue of Stark Expo this year. What exactly happened and why Hammer Industries' machines caused such mayhem is still unknown. But what we do know is that Iron Man has once again saved the day. Not a single injury was reported other than, of course, Mr. Stark himself. His Iron Guardians flew everyone to safety, neutralized the danger, and stopped what could have been a city-wide spree of destruction and loss of life—Live from Manhattan, reporter Christine from WHiH World News…]

Click!

Tony tapped the button on the center console and turned off the mini TV in the luxury limousine. Still in his ruined armor, he sat in the reclined seat with Pepper beside him, while the two seats that faced him were occupied by Happy and Natasha.

"Did you know about this?" Tony glanced at Pepper, asking about the spy girl.

Uncomfortable by that revelation herself, Pepper shook her head. She sized up Natasha from head to toe, her battle suit quite a thing on her curvaceous body, and the zipper on her chest was a little too low. "No. I had no idea."

Tony hummed and stared at the red-haired woman he had come to relish so delightfully. He actually liked her as his assistant. She was perfect in her work and of course, bed. Sadly, he reckoned he couldn't afford her anymore.

"Fury better have his excuses written down," Tony warned her.

Although slightly nervous about losing Tony's support for her non-work related matter, Natasha remained calm and collected. "It was necessary, Mr. Stark. You're too important for this country and the world. We had to observe you closely due to the poisoning."

"Poisoning?!" Pepper exclaimed. "What is she talking about, Tony?"

"Nothing," Tony said with a dismissive wave. "You could've just come to me directly. But no, you opted for the whole sneaky-thief routine. Was it the thrill? The black outfit? Do tell."

Natasha sighed, her expression unreadable. "It took Agent Coulson sixteen attempts before he finally got a face-to-face with you, Mr. Stark. You're not exactly easy to pin down."

"But you are," Tony replied, a heated smirk playing on his lips. "Romanoff, huh? Russian?"

Natasha nodded.

Tony chuckled and started tapping on his phone. "Fury must really trust you to have you on the team. Or worse, he keeps you as long as you're useful."

Sadly, Natasha failed to deny Tony's claim. She knew it too. Shields didn't fully trust her yet despite her brilliant track record.

"I'm out. I can't sit in this cramped car," Tony declared, pausing his screen tapping. He quickly scanned his suit's systems. "I've got enough juice to jet home on my own. Pepper, handle the PR fiasco. Happy, keep an eye on Pepper—she's worth more than you. Natali... I mean Natasha, you're still fired."

Shhhhh~

The limousine came to a halt on its own as Tony messed up with its electrical systems. He quickly opened the door and jumped out, not even listening to Pepper shout. He flew into the sky with a rocket boom, not even explaining his plans.

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The internet was buzzing with Tony's battle footage. The way he saved people and took the hit himself showed people enough about where his heart was. Saving people even if he had to put his own life in danger.

Who could be better than this man as the President of the country? When was the last time someone this amazing even ran for President?

With multi-angled videos of the battle directly uploaded onto Tony's YouTube page and plenty of other places, a natural trend formed that greatly increased Tony's winnability.

The hashtag trend was #TheHeroPresident.

Of course, Tony was paying the media enough for them to latch onto that trend and widely report on that. Besides, since he was the hot topic, reporting on him was also where the advertiser's money was.

It was late at night, and Tony had no idea about the sort of internet sensation he had become. Not that he cared about it since fame was something too natural for him.

Instead of worrying about that, he flew over Manhattan, looking for a place to crash. But he was also hungry, so his first instinct was to find a place to eat. Sadly, no matter where he tried to land, the people surrounded him, ruining his mood.

Although not gravely injured, he did have a few scrapes and internal bruises. It ached here and there, so he was in no mood to interact with people at the moment.

"Jarvis, do we have anyone in the neighborhood who wouldn't mind me raiding their fridge and crashing on their couch for the night?" Tony asked inside his helmet while flying aimlessly. He made a mental note at the same time, to hasten Stark Tower's construction.

Jarvis responded soon. "Mr. Stark, you received contact details from Ms. May Parker who helped you organi—"

"Of course, how can I forget her and that kid?" Tony exclaimed and remembered that fine specimen of a true homely woman. "Call her."

Very soon, the ring sounded, followed by a mature, feminine voice.

"Hello?"

"May? It's me, Tony." Tony spoke as if they were already best friends. "I'm flying around up here and looking for a place to crash for the night. Got any extra room? Even a couch will do."

There was a long silence. "Which Tony? I don't know any Tony."

"..." Tony lost himself there. Thankfully, nobody was there to witness that embarrassing moment. "It's me, Tony Stark, the Iron Man, the future President!"

Yet again there was silence. But this time it was followed by a loud yelp. "Mr. Stark?! Mr. T-Tony Stark? Is that really you?"

"The guy who let Peter touch the Arc Reactor and snap a selfie? Yeah, that's me," Tony quipped.

"15th Street, Queens!" May Parker blurted out her address without hesitation. "I have a couch, Mr. Stark. It's really comfortable! Oh, wait, you can take my room. I can stay with Peter."

Tony didn't answer and disconnected the call. His boosters ran at full speed and he made his way to Queens. It wasn't hard to find May's apartment as the entire county's address book was open to Jarvis.

Thankfully, there was nobody to notice him entering the building. So he quickly arrived in front of the plain-looking door and knocked.

Click!

The door opened right away as if someone was waiting for him to knock. But it wasn't May Parker.

"Hey, kid." Tony ruffled Peter's hair with his metallic gauntlet and walked in. "Did you guys have dinner yet?"

Peter failed to control his breath and almost screamed seeing him in his suit. But he still closed the door, locked it carefully, and followed behind Tony.

"I-I was there, Mr. Stark! I saw you beat the evil robots!" Peter nearly shouted. "You were so cool there! You even saved me!"

Tony paused in his steps and looked back. "You were at Stark Expo?"

"We were there," May said as she walked into the living room from the kitchen. "He begged me to go, you know. Even bought himself an Iron Man helmet."

Tony looked back into the room and froze for a second. He wasn't expecting May Parker to be wearing that. It was just a single, long, oversized t-shirt that barely reached her thighs. Although he could see a hint of bicycle shorts underneath it, the revealed skin made him imagine too many things.

"Were you two hurt?" He asked.

"Not at all! One of the Iron Guardians guided us out of the Arena just in time. Thank you for saving us, Mr. Stark," May replied warmly, stepping closer to Tony.

Her brown hair was loosely tied in a bun, and her round glasses rested on her nose. She might not be a Victoria's Secret model, but between her age, personality, and charm, she seemed hot as hell.

Perfect place to crash for the night. Tony thought.

He didn't really think of her in a sexual way, but rather in an appreciative way. After all, who wouldn't love having a hot woman around to chat and relax with?

"That's great." He replied and commanded the armor to open up. Stepping out, he glanced down at himself—a loose white shirt and pajama pants from that earlier morning's casual sexcapade with Raven. "I smell tomatoes. What's for dinner?"

May smiled charmingly and welcomed him to the couch. "Spaghetti with meatballs, some salad, and garlic bread."

"Sounds great!" Tony exclaimed and landed on the couch like a log. "I'll catch a breath here… If that's okay?"

Still somewhat in shock, May silently nodded and ran back to the kitchen. Peter, meanwhile, walked up to Tony who slouched lazily on the couch.

Tony eyed the kid with a smirk. "I heard you're smart."

"I don't know." Peter shyly replied. "Aunt May says I am."

"What's your favorite subject?"

"Science!" Peter chirped. "I love science!"

"Really? Good luck studying then," Tony drawled, barely suppressing a yawn as he flopped onto the couch with all the enthusiasm of a Monday morning. "Ace your exams and I'll consider a Stark internship when you're all grown up."

Peter beamed up with joy. To him, that meant the world. "Really? I-I'll go study then! I'll ace all my exams!"

But just before Peter could rush into his room, May's voice rang out, calling them out for dinner. Tony soon followed in and took a seat to devour the savory delight.

"I hope this doesn't disappoint you, Mr. Stark." May nervously place the dishes on the table.

Tony scoffed and wolfishly poured food into his place. "Disappoint? Please… this looks excellent! You think I dine on a seven-course meal every day just because I'm a billionaire? You're wrong, May. I eat instant noodles on most days since I'm working all the time."

May looked at Tony with pity. All that money and the man still chose to eat instant noodles? She couldn't imagine what kind of life Tony lived.

"Then, don't be shy. Eat as much as you want, Mr. Stark."

"Ditch the mister, it's Tony for you now," Tony replied and gobbled down the spaghetti. "Umm… Perfectly al dente!"

"Glad you liked it, Tony." May smiled warmly and ate too.

Peter tried to copy Tony on the side, eating like his role model. But he was still a kid and made a mess. "I'll eat instant noodles too now, Tony."

"It's Mr. Stark for you, bud," Tony quipped, shooting a playful smirk at the kid. "And ask your Aunt, not me. Instant Noodles are like the supervillains of food—convenient, but not exactly good for you, trust me."

"Then why do you eat it, Mr. Stark?"

"Because I'm a superhero, so it cancels out." Tony blurted back the nonsensical reply and focused on food. Everything was tasty on the table. Heck, even the salad was good. He seriously wondered if hiring May as his chef would be better.

An hour later, the dishes on the table lay empty and bellies full. Tony burped silently while rubbing his belly. He couldn't remember the last time he over ate like this. I wouldn't mind crashing here now and then if I get to have a great home-cooked meal.

"Peter, go finish your homework. You have school tomorrow," May gently chided, setting the dishes down in the kitchen sink. "Mr. S—I mean, Tony, why don't you relax on the couch and watch some TV, hmm?"

"Sounds good." Tony got up lazily and returned to the living room. The apartment was small and yet he didn't hate it. It felt cozy, and warm, like a real home. Unlike his mansion, so full and yet so utterly devoid of life. "Let's see…"

The news channels were still going on about him and the Stark Expo incident. Justin Hammer had been caught, however. Shield had done its work and handed over the information about Hammer's involvement with Ivan Vanko.

"Boring." He grunted and changed channels until finally settling for a movie channel playing Star Wars Episode IV. "Better."

By then, May also returned to the living room and took a seat. Rather close to Tony since he was already occupying the middle of the two-seater couch. With not much space left, she settled on his right and relaxed herself, folding one knee up under the thigh of her hanging leg.

"I used to think these things were impossible." May pointed at the scene of a destroyer ship cruising in the movie. Then she glanced at idly standing Iron Man armor on the side of the room. "Not anymore."

"Still far from building spaceships. But you might just see it in your lifetime." Tony proudly claimed. He had invested in Reed already, and whatever results that mad scientists produced, Tony believed it'd help him.

May vocally sighed and glanced at Tony. She had almost turned entirely towards him, resting one elbow on the couch's backrest, her head against her palm. "I still can't believe this is real."

Tony matched May's sitting position and faced her. But he also shifted closer until his knee was touching her. He forced his eyes to look away from her toned legs and those soft thighs. "Why?"

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