Marvel: President Stark

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It was night.

Tony left Natalie at the airport and drove to 42nd Street in Manhattan alone. A big thirty-five-story building stood there. He didn't have to do much to gain entry and eventually headed to the top five floors.

Not even coming down to greet me, do you even want people to invest? Tony grunted, finding Richard Reed's lack of interest in anything besides science distasteful. He didn't consider the man a fun personality like himself. Hence, he never bothered with him too much.

Finally, he reached the floor and arrived in an open area. A few men and women in lab coats walked around there, busy with their work. But it didn't take long for one of them to recognize him and come running.

"Mr. Stark! I used to work for you—"

Tony raised his glasses and glanced at the man for a few seconds. "Umm… Of course… you're…?"

"Carl.. Well, Carlton actually… But You can call me…" The man squeaked awkwardly, "Anyway… What brings you here, Sir?"

"I'm looking for Reed? Where is he?" Tony asked.

"In the main lab. I'll take you to him."

Tony followed silently, looking around at what was happening. He could see most of the research was focused on rocket propulsions and fuels. Seeing so much chaos there, he could see the whole operation was on the verge of halting.

"Ah, there's my favorite nerd." Tony finally saw the lanky man in the lab coat, approaching him.

"I'm busy, Mr. Stark."

"Come on, Reed. We've met each other a couple of times… We're practically friends now. Call me Tony."

"Those were conventions, and you were too preoccupied with the ladies. We barely talked." Reed replied with a flat tone.

"Right, right," Tony replied with an unapologetic smile. "Busy for an investor too?"

Reed Richards, tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed, looked to the side at the man leading Tony around. "Carl, can you get me a coffee and…"

"Same." Tonk barked, seeing the helpless need in Reed's expressions. "Uncle Sam's not happy with you?"

"I wouldn't say unhappy. Just… impatient." Reed replied calmly and led Tony to his personal office, which was a mess in itself but they at least had two chairs and privacy there. "Why are you interested in my project? I thought you said you have the best propulsion technology."

"No, I said I could make one if I set my mind to it," Tony corrected him and relaxed in the chair. "But I am interested in your faster-than-light rocket."

Reed straightened up his back hearing that. "Is that all you want?"

"All the research you do and the results you achieve, yes I want all that. But at the same time…" Tony opened the shirt button on his chest and exposed his arc reactor. He quickly took it out for a moment, replaced it with a new palladium core, and showed the deteriorated one to Reed. "I need you to find a replacement for this… I'm too busy with election stuff."

Of course, he wasn't going to ask him for help openly. Tony Stark still had some pride to maintain, after all.

Reed took the palladium core from Tony and closely checked it, his mind already running around thinking up a solution. This was precisely his type of challenge, and he loved solving them. "For how much investment?"

"Five billion," Tony replied. "And I'll also buy the building. You don't have to pay rent."

"You're being poisoned?"

"..."

He's sharp. Tony was impressed by the man's perception and reasoning.

"Does it matter?"

"It does. It's a race against time... Tony. You're dying." Reed exclaimed, being a humanitarian who liked to help if someone was suffering. "You need to—"

"Listen. This stays between us, got it?" Tony's tone was dead serious. "If you've got a plan, fantastic. If not, no sweat. I'll figure something out."

"But—"

Tony rose from his seat, feeling the urge to escape the tedious banter. Reed might have had brains, but he clearly missed the memo on how to jazz up a conversation. "My assistant will shoot you a message about the investment. Keep me posted."

Tired and somewhat frustrated, Tony left the office and entered the elevator to head back down and find a place to relax. He didn't want to work for the day and just live life king-size.

"Tony?"

Right as he tapped the button, someone else rushed into the elevator as well. He looked and found a curvaceous blonde woman with blue eyes, her face oval and attractive. Her clothes a white oversized blouse tucked into a pleated, long brown skirt below.

"Sue?" Tony knew her well since he knew Reed, enough that he used her nickname instead of Susan. Of course, she had the looks and mind he would never forget—an intelligent type of beauty. "No plans with Reed?"

She embarrassingly shrugged. "I don't care anymore."

"Looks like you need a drink," Tony quipped, his trademark smirk playing at the corners of his lips as they reached the parking floor. "Wanna join me for some bar hopping? I might even let you try to keep up with me."

She smirked, folding her arms. She had met Tony a few times before, and she certainly had more interaction with him than Reed, being much more social and fun. "Is that a challenge?"

"A statement, Sue… that's a statement."

"Bring it on then."

With the perfect partner to make the night more fun, Tony drove his Bentley with the stunning blonde by his side. He knew all the best spots in Manhattan, and he had special access to each place—enough that they could have entire bars to themselves.

He was in no mood to be bothered by people or cameras, so that night, he decided to live like the billionaire he was—not that he didn't on other days. But that evening, he just wanted to drink and let off the steam.

Clank!

"Cheers." Flushed cheeks, the two clinked glasses and drank.

It was their fourth bar already, and their faces had started to show how drunk they were. They were mumbling, rambling to each other, and sometimes smacking each other in verbal spats. Jarvis took the wheel as they changed bars most of the time, much to their ease.

"Y-You know…" Sue ruffled her hair with her fingers, shoulder length and loose. Her intoxicated eyes were a strange charm in itself. "I gave him a second chance… then a third chance… then more chances… but he nev-never learns."

Tony sat beside her at the counter, very close. Their sides were touching each other, their bodies almost stuck shoulder to shoulder. Not wanting to be bothered, the bar was emptied as per Tony's order, and a few bottles were left on the counter for them. "What's the deal?"

"He's dumb!" she barked. "He said he didn't have time… I was… planning to propose to him. I even bought a ring."

"Ring?" Tony asked, tipsy.

"Huh, threw it away," She added, resting her side cheek on the bar counter and looking at Tony. "Don't you have… someone special?"

Tipsy, Tony did the same and rested the side of his face on the counter, looking at her. The gap between their faces was reduced to a mere half a foot, their intoxicated breaths touching each other. "None… Can't afford one."

"You?" She questioned, her brows furrowed. "You're rich."

"High on money, low… on life," Tony replied, taking small breaks between his words as his brain stopped working and his tongue moved on its own. "My chest reactor's killing me… nasty poison… probably got a month, maybe."

"Heh… you're bad at jokes," she chirped and raised one hand to touch Tony's face. "You don't look… bad."

"Look." Tony suddenly tugged down his collar with one hand, revealing the poison marks. "Palladium."

Sue went silent for a few moments, continuously staring at him. "So… what's the plan?"

Tony shrugged, giggling like a kid. "Drink, party, play; one giant going away party with all the bells and whistles."

"I'd do the same if I were you," she mumbled, still caressing Tony's face, her own expressions calm. "Do anything I want… with no regrets."

Tony hummed and thought about it. "Such as? I can't think of anything I haven't don—"

Sue suddenly reduced the gap between them, sliding her face on the counter to him and boldly kissed him.

It was a short but deep kiss, exchanging the flavors of drinks they had consumed as their tongues explored each other's mouths for a brief moment.

"Something like that," she mumbled, leaving Tony's lips. "Intoxicating… makes my heart race."

"I liked that…" Tony responded, moving his hand to comb through her blonde hair. "But not enough…"

Tony started the kiss this time, extending his tongue to caress her pearly whites. Gently pulling her head in closer and helping her to sit back up from the counter.

Tony's other hand cupped her slim waist, massaging up and down her curving flank as her lips accepted his hot flesh. Her own mouth explored his taste, exchanging silk with heated desire.

Drunk, they sloppily kissed, smearing drool on each other's lips, jaw, and neck, letting it roll down her tender skin. They touched each other all over as if looking for that wild and reckless sweet spot.

Then suddenly, Tony got up, pulling her up, too. He pinned Sue against the bar counter, letting the bar stools fall with no care. He kissed her neck while she kept her arms around his neck and moaned with drunken craving, wanting him to do more, taste more, take more.

She wanted him to drink her up like the last cup they had shared; licking up the very last drop.

Tony placed his hands on her lower back, pulling her body closer to his bulging need as his hand slid down her rear sultry curve, grabbing hold of her hot flesh in each palm. He could feel her tremble in delight, her body quivering from his rough touch, and he liked it.

Her own hand glided down his back, hooking her fingers at the waist of his pants and smoothly running them along the lines of his belt. She pulled him even closer by his belt, tugging at it with a strong yearning to snap it off.

Tony could feel the excitement building up in his loins, eagerly pointing him towards the oasis. He groped her soft ass with one hand and kneaded her ample breasts with the other.

"We should get out of here…" Sue suddenly broke away from their kiss, panting each word out of her flushing lips.

"We should," Tony happily obliged, taking her wrist and pulling her towards the elevator.

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