Bab 49: Chapter 49 - Sleeping Grandpa, Mutual Satisfaction & Hidden Evils I
"Captain who?"
"Captain America, Steven Grant Rogers," Fury replied. "I'm sending you the coordinates now. They need your help to pull him out of the ice—normal tools aren't cutting it."
Tony jolted up his memories and remembered the old World War II hero. He had heard the stories; his father had worked with the man. "He's still alive?"
"We don't know yet."
"Alright, I'll go play gravedigger today, but you better glue yourself to that chair, Fury, 'cause I've got questions for you, the 'out of this world' kind," Tony quipped, ending the call, and leaving the bald man scratching his head.
He flew straight to Stark Tower. Leaving his suit to go and grab some attachments for a more concentrated energy beam, he jumped into the shower to freshen up and start the day. The previous night's 'interview' with Darcy had been a little too steamy.
Finishing up, wearing a comfy sweatshirt and pants, he entered his lab to check the status of his various projects. "Anything big, Jarvis?"
"Sir, just now an earthquake of 9.1 hit the north-east coast of Japan."
"Tsunami?" Tony asked seriously. Being a man of science, he understood how rare such intense Earthquakes were.
"Analysis indicates a Megathrust tsunami is imminent. Impact on the coast of Japan will occur within ten to thirty minutes, contingent upon geographic positioning. The waves are projected to exceed a hundred feet in height, with an inland reach estimated at up to six miles."
Tony only took five seconds to make a decision. "How many Iron Guardians do we have in reserve?"
"Twenty-three."
"Arizona and Tennessee can wait. Deploy all the spare Iron Guardians with the space boosters. First things first: save lives. Damage control comes next. Let's livestream the whole show—especially the hero moments with kids, cats, and dogs—Iron Guardians are gonna be my core tools in foreign policy. Let's make a teaser trailer for the main game." Tony bombarded orders.
"Deploying Iron Guardians." Jarvis followed through instantly. From various parts of America, the humanoid armors jetted off into the sky. Some were in the view of all, while others were from places unknown.
By then, Tony had returned to his suit and prepared himself for the journey to the Arctic. The coordinates were set, and the anti-cold support system ran its checks.
At last, he stepped onto the protruding platform of the building and lifted off from there, music blasting in his ears.
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♫War! Huh, yeah… Absolutely nothing, uhh…♫
Not just to himself but also to the rest of the folks around, Tony landed at the drilling site in the Arctic blaring music through his suit. He was Tony Stark, it was impossible to be sneaky.
"Oh, pretty cold out here." Tony landed nearby a large truck, a Quinjet, and a bunch of snowmobiles with a massive tent nearby. There were almost a dozen men there, each staring at him with a sense of relief.
However, the tent's flap moved just then and a woman walked out in thick layers of white clothing. She removed the balaclava off her head, revealing her red hair and pretty face. "Mr. Stark."
"And the day is officially ruined," Tony snarled at the mere sight of Natasha. "Should I call my lawyer? Gonna be extracting more intel from me again, Ms. Natalie Rushman?"
Yes, Tony was petty. It wasn't her lying that annoyed him. It was her spying using extreme means.
Natasha, seemingly expecting that reaction, wore the balaclava again and pointed at the tent. "I'm sure the Director already briefed you on the situation. We've drilled as far as we can, but the ice is proving too thick, and something's blocking our way."
"Ignoring the elephant in the… Arctic now?" Tony scoffed and walked past her, entering the tent. "Tell your men to empty the hole."
Natasha spoke into the radio. Soon enough, two men came out of the hole with laser cutters in their hands.
"Jarvis, scan the ground." Tony got to work.
Moments passed and he jumped down into the hole. He kept one palm focused below him and initiated the energy beam. But it was more concentrated, like a small finger-sized laser. It burned hotter than anything else and started to melt away the ice as if nothing.
Almost a minute passed, and he finally felt something metallic. He continued until he was sure and made a large circle with the beam. All the while, the melting snow was pumped out since it turned to water.
Boom!
The ground under his feet sank into the structure. He fell for a foot before his boosters balanced him in the air. It was all dark below him, but the scanners were showing he had reached the destination.
"Let's see." He lowered himself into the hole slowly. He made his palms act like flashlights and illuminate everything. It looked like an old aircraft from the first look. "Jarvis, look for him."
"On your right, Sir."
Tony looked and flashed some light. Right there he saw the round shield with the colors of the American flag. "Yep, that's it."
Just then, Natasha roped down into the aircraft with a few more men. They quickly got to work, using various machines to melt the ice and free the shield first. Just beyond the shield was the frozen body of the old man.
"Bring down the pod." Natasha radioed.
In no time, the frozen body was shoved into a metal box small enough to pass through the hole vertically.
Though Tony was more in shock that the old man still looked so young. How was that possible? Was that the magic of the Super Soldier Serum?
In silence, he followed them around and soon came out of the hole. More curious about the frozen soldier, he walked into the Quinjet as the box was loaded in.
"You're coming along?"
Tony looked up from the box. Natasha had taken the pilot seat and was busy pushing some buttons. He shrugged and knelt beside the box. "Yeah."
He made Jarvis use every scanner and medical remote testing tool that he had in his suit. Other than any fluids, he got all the scans of the bones, tissues, veins, and all in between.
Jesus, he's still in his prime! Tony realized. No wonder they're going nuts over the serum.
Yet another shocking revelation; Yet another secret was unveiled. Tony sighed and walked out of his suit before taking a seat on the side, unbothered by the flying jet. He rubbed his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose.
He stared at Captain America's coffin and knew it meant more trouble. SHIELD would definitely get samples of his blood and resume their research. SHIELD being a semi-government organization, he did not doubt that the samples would soon reach other organizations around the world.
Each day feels darker than the last.
"Mr. Stark."
Tony looked up towards the cockpit. Natasha had stepped out of her seat and stood nearby only in her leather, figure-hugging Black Widow suit.
"I have nothing to discuss with you, Ms. Rushman," Tony replied.
Natasha rolled her eyes, taking a harsh inhale. "At least listen to me once."
"What else is there to listen to? You're a spy working for SHIELD. End of the story, right?"
"No." Natasha walked right in front of Tony, close enough that she towered over his sitting form. "I spied for Shield, but everything else I did was for personal reasons."
Tony scoffed. "Sure, you have plenty of excuse—"
Thud!
Natasha suddenly sat down on his lap, knees spread on the long bench. Her leather-covered loins grounded atop his calm shaft.
Tony was a little surprised and confused, but certainly not hating it.
She grabbed his face with both her hands, palms spread alongside his cheekbones. She looked straight into his eyes, faces so close they could feel each other's breath.
Tony could not figure out if she was being sincere, or just acting. Her lush bottom plastered right on his thighs wasn't helping him decide either.
The charging sound of Tony's armor resounded all of a sudden. The armor had moved on its own and aimed its palm at Natasha's back.
But Tony waved at it once and gripped the flexible woman by her supple rear, keeping her in place over his lap. He didn't look away and stared back into her eyes as if challenging her to do anything.
"Tony Stark." Natasha started, every word of her coming out with a scentful breath of her lips. "My real name is Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. I was born in Volgograd in the Soviet Union. As an infant, my parents sold me to an organization called Red Room that saw genetic potential in me. My mother, who didn't want to sell me, was killed for her rejection."
Tony frowned, confused and unsure if she was lying or not. He had no glasses on, and the suit was standing behind her. Other than her heartbeat, he could feel nothing.
"From a young age to my preteens, I was molded by their education, their training, and their experiments. They turned us into something beyond human… and sterilized us as part of the process. No attachments, no future."
That's why she didn't mind finishing inside.
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