Marvel: President Stark

[A/N: This story follows the MCU timeline mostly, but I'm adding characters from Fantastic Four and X-Men as well, adjusting them around the timeline.]

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The first-ever in-studio interview of Tony turned out to be a massive success. Chatter regarding his name increased on television and the internet. Most of the young voters in the age group of eighteen to thirty were significantly more interested in voting for him.

Meanwhile, the age group of thirty to sixty was unsure, and as for the oldest ones, they were staunch fans of already-existing candidates.

Now, the world awaited how Tony Stark was going to make electricity so cheap and eco-friendly.

Sadly, no one knew how frustrated that very task had made him.

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"I'm dead." Tony slumped onto the couch in his workshop, his body drenched in sweat, sporting raccoon eyes. "The poison is winning."

With his attention divided between finding a cure for himself and building five hundred Iron Guardians, construction exoskeletons, and construction droids, Tony found himself overexerting in every way possible.

Physically, he was dying, and mentally he was frustrated.

"Sir, may I suggest something?"

Tony blankly stared at the ceiling. "Praying?"

"No, Sir. But I suggest visiting your friends with a similar intellectual caliber as you. Perhaps, Mr. Richards."

"Reed?" Tony scoffed, his pride at play. "He overthinks. By the time he's done thinking, I'd be a fossil. And what's that? Feeling scared of my death?"

"I have no such emotional setting, Sir. It was a mere suggestion. You are an engineer, and he's an omnidisciplinary scientist—"

Tony clapped, silencing Jarvis as he sighed. "Ah, even my child has started talking back. Rebellious phase, huh?"

Yet, Tony couldn't help but feel curious. If there was any man Tony ever considered just slightly better than himself, it was Reed. But he also knew the man had issues. "What's he up to these days?"

Tony took out his phone-like device from his pocket and started tapping around, searching for information. "Big dreams for a big brain? Building a rocket ship faster than light?"

Intrigued, Tony didn't take the information seriously. He had heard people talking about such ships too many times, and he knew it was almost impossible with the current technology. Maybe he could make it one day… that was, if he lived.

"Classic Reed. What good is all that brainpower if you can't have a little fun?" Tony sighed as he scrolled through the news. It didn't take long to discover that the government had pulled the plug on Reed's project grants, and the other investors were bailing faster than you could say 'billionaire playboy philanthropist'.

In the end, he just sighed and stopped, remaining on the couch lazily, his arm hanging down from the side, one leg up on the backrest. Dammit, it's a headache of my own making.

He felt slightly frustrated about standing in the election. It was eating up his precious time and brainpower.

Beep! Beep!

"Mr. Stark."

Tony glanced to the side and saw his absolutely heart-throbbing, stunning new secretary—Natalie Rushman. He quite liked her dressing sense. Very revealing and helpful in raising his blood pressure.

"Is the world ending, Ms. Rushman?" Tony asked lazily, his head dangling over the edge of the couch. His gaze remained fixed on the woman's legs, clad in a snug black skirt that barely reached her thighs. The closer she got, the more he got to look—spotless and so enchanting.

"Not yet, Mr. Stark. But you are scheduled to visit Monaco for the Circuit de Monaco," Natalie notified, being the perfect secretary. "Ms. Potts has already departed and will see you there."

Tony unashamedly slid his body down some more, making his head lean closer to Natalie so he could see more and more of her smooth legs. He felt they looked too perfect for a secretary. Heck, he had thoroughly 'examined' a few female athletes before, and even they didn't have such perfectly toned, muscular, and yet soft limbs.

"Do you play any sports, by chance, Ms. Rushman?" He asked, curious what the rest of her naked body would look like.

Natalie, aware of Tony's gaze, didn't hold back, and, instead, took a step forward, giving him a pleasant view of the gap between her legs, revealing the faintest hint of her lacy black panties. "I did wrestling, Mr. Stark."

Black! Tony saw it. She's one good seductress. Too tempting—I'm one lawsuit away from losing the election.

Meanwhile, Natalie's gaze fell on Tony's pants, and she took a few steps back quickly. "The plane is waiting for you to take off."

"Great." Tony finally sat up and stood back up. "I need a shower first."

Natalie stepped aside. "Anything else, Mr. Stark? Otherwise, I'll be waiting in the car."

"I'm afraid the shower is strictly a solo affair, Ms. Rushman." Tony quipped with a smirk as he strolled away. "I'll be out in a moment."

Half an hour later, Tony walked out of his mansion with a single suitcase that was his light armor suit. However, he had more things planned as a truck came out of the garage at the same time, holding ten different Iron Guardian Suits.

"What's in the truck, Mr. Stark?" Natalie asked as she opened the backseat door of the car.

But Tony sidelined her and took the driver's seat instead. "That's me being paranoid and ready, Ms. Rushman."

Natalie, used to Tony's antics, took the front passenger seat. Her short office skirt slid dangerously up as she sat down with her knees clenched together.

Focus, Tony. You can't afford a scandal right now. Tony felt the itch in his palm to put his hand on her delightful uncovered lap. But, he instead clenched the steering wheel tight and slammed the gas pedal.

Zooming past the traffic, Tony drove to the airport while listening to Natalie briefing him about the event. He was supposed to meet a few more businessmen there for a possible collaboration, or investment from his side.

"Ms. Rushman, can you make me a report on Reed Richards later? I need the scoop on what he's been up to and why Uncle Sam decided to pull the plug on his funding," Tony interrupted her and requested.

"Of course, Mr. Stark. Anything else?"

Ugh… Tony grunted, unable to take his eyes off her lustrous legs. It had to be on purpose, he reckoned. The skirt had almost bunched up to her hips, and he was sure he'd be able to see her panties with just another bump on the road. She keeps asking what else. Ah, I can't ask for 'that' though.

Tony looked at her entirely again, and noticed how tightly wrapped her half-sleeved shirt was. Her bosom was so shapely defined in that clothing. Can she even breathe in that?

Beep!

"Mr. Stark!"

"Oh!" Tony focused back on the road, swerving to avoid a collision. "I'm starting to think Pepper was right, Ms. Rushman."

"What do you mean, Mr. Stark?"

"You're a very dangerous woman…"

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Eventually, Tony arrived in Monaco and got a change of clothes at the hotel. Right after, he arrived at the racing event with Pepper, waving his hand at the people. There were quite a few people cheering for his name.

Ever since he proposed running in the election, the world media hyped his name to the degree that even the most remote parts of the world now knew it. While most of the publicity was positive, some places called him a warmonger and whatnot.

After arriving, Tony got a few pictures taken and grabbed the drinks, ignoring most who came his way. The only people he did talk to there were Pepper and Natalie, both of whom he wanted to take a quick break with. But he knew his limits.

"Great, my least favorite person on Earth." Tony groaned as he heard the annoying voice of Justin Hammer. "I'm out."

Sighing, he got up and left the party room to take a leak. And, of course, to check the blood toxicity. "Yep, still dying."

"I suggest you don't partake in any strenuous activities, Sir." Jarvis voiced through the glasses Tony had recently made to remain in touch with his AI son constantly.

"You know what, I think I'm gonna race myself." Tony barked the exact opposite. "Deploy the Iron Guardians and keep a low profile. Take action if any accidents happen."

"Understood, Sir."

Without informing anyone, Tony changed into a racing suit and got onto the racetrack. Since he owned the racing team, he obviously had the power to decide what he wanted to do. He simply fired the driver and got himself fitted in the car.

Time to drive like a dead man. Tony reached the starting line and waited for the go. Of course, he had driven a Formula 1 track before—a few years ago—alone.

Woosh!

Here we go! Tony accelerated with no fear at all. Race to win, baby.

Yes, he actually wanted to win as well.

However, there was another man who wanted to win, not in race but in his life's mission. He walked out of the crowds, hiding among the security staff in his disguise. His body was filled with tattoos, and his face was very much aged.

Finally; the man thought as he approached the racetrack calmly, waiting for the race cars to approach so he could walk right onto the road. Time to bring down the king.

At last, he moved the fencing gate and walked right onto the track. Unfazed by the approaching cars, he confidently took off his helmet and began walking towards the cars.

Woosh!

Shhh…!

"Extreme Energy Signature detected!"

"Danger Detected!"

Boom!

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