Bab 50: Chapter 50 - Sleeping Grandpa, Mutual Satisfaction & Hidden Evils II
"And?" He asked back. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"In '92, they sent me here. Undercover. Three years of playing house, pretending it was real. But… it felt like family." Natasha's hands eased their grip, moving to his shoulders, a softness in her eyes that belied her words. "My sister, Yelena—she's alive. Still trapped in the Red Room's grasp. I thought I ended it all; thought I took down its leader. But I was wrong. You're going to be the President. And all I'm asking is for your help… to save her." Natasha's body turned soft on his lap as if surrendering herself to him. "I'll… I'll do anything for that."
"That's it?" Tony blurted out. His hands slid up from her hips to her waist, wrapping snugly around her. No longer in a lustful mood despite the hard-on, he leaned his head back to make some space. "It never once crossed your mind to just ask me?"
Natasha scoffed. "You don't even do charity unless it's for PR. You'd have helped me for no reason?"
"Of course!" Tony declared with a grin that could outshine an Arc Reactor. But really, who was he kidding?
"I mean, yeah, sure. After seeing you, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't hope for some… sweet rewards. But I would've helped anyway. The real issue here? You didn't even ask—you went straight for the honeytrap. Not cool, girl. Not cool."
Natasha blinked silently. She didn't expect his annoyed, tough stance to suddenly change into the usual joking one. She couldn't decide if he actually forgave her or not. "So… You'll help?"
Tony scoffed, playfully returning his spread palms to her curving ass. "How about you take me to a nice dinner first? Maybe then I'll consider forgiving you. Maybe."
Natasha's gaze turned sultry and her body pushed forward, squeezing her breasts on his chest. Her lips came closer to his suddenly.
"A dinner?"
Then, she kissed the side of his lips. But once she tried to back away, Tony took his chance to take her lips for good.
It turned into a heated kiss with his whole tongue at play. She parted her lips, letting him explore her taste with his extended flesh, massaging it with her own. With bated breaths and passionate whispering mewls, they kept going. All the while, Tony's hand fondled her soft, curving bottom.
After a long moment of heated exchange, Natasha finally pulled back from him.
"Deal." Natasha shifted back and stood up. "Just help me and… you can have all the dinner you want."
"You mean 'dinner' dinner?"
She gave him a smirk and returned to the pilot seat without saying a word. Quickly, she strapped herself in the seat and took back the control.
Tony followed her and took the co-pilot seat. "If you're right about that Red Room, then a lot more is at stake than just your sister."
Natasha smiled genuinely and looked at Tony. She remembered her own report about Tony, and what she had written. The man often hid his genuine feelings under the guise of humor which made him seem cocky and repulsive to some. A ruse to maintain distance from people.
"Thank you, Mr. Stark."
"Tony is enough," he replied nonchalantly, already tapping on his phone. "The place better have some good burgers."
"Umm… You'll love the buns, that I know."
This woman. Tony sighed and calmed his thoughts along with his rampaging shlong.
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Tony fiddled with the jet's console to find the music system. It annoyed him to find out that there was none. Thankfully, his Iron Man suit was enough to blast the entire jet with its fine sound systems.
Thankfully, the jet wasn't slow. It didn't take them long before they returned to New York, and landed on a skyscraper in the middle of Manhattan. It was a surprise to him that SHIELD owned the whole building. But at the same time, he scoffed since his tower was bigger.
A team of doctors came to take Captain America's body in and fiddled with this and that before finally declaring there was a possibility of him waking up. Tony wasn't surprised since he had already scanned the man's body, now all he needed to do was watch and wait, and let them do all the work.
He followed behind Natasha and eventually entered a strange room that was most certainly a recreation of a typical hospital room in the 1940s.
"VA is gonna have to give him a fat paycheck for his decades-long pension. Wait, he was missing in action, that means he never retired," Tony muttered, watching the doctors tuck Steve into bed like he was some super-buffed, blond, Sleeping Beauty. "Sixty-six years of back pay? Cap-sicle's gonna wake up richer than Stark Industries stock after an alien invasion."
"Sir." Jarvis suddenly spoke into Tony's ears inside his suit's helmet. "Given Captain Rogers' current popularity and unwavering credibility, it would be strategically advantageous to cultivate a strong rapport with him, particularly with next year's election in mind."
Oh! Tony liked the idea of that.
Having Captain America as his mascot could help a lot. So he took out his phone and looked for details on the man. In no time, he found out where Steven Grant Rogers had lived in his childhood.
He found the Brooklyn address where Steve lived his life before the Army. So, Tony ordered Jarvis to just buy that place to be later gifted.
Soon enough, it was just Tony and Natasha left in the room, staring at the sleeping man.
"He might not like being bossed around by Fury," Tony suggested with a voice bordering on ridicule.
"Why?"
He shrugged. "Because he's from 1945. Things were different back then."
"Oh." Natasha frowned at that, seriously considering that possibility. She had no clue what kind of man Captain America was before being frozen. The War-Time reports couldn't be trusted since most things written back in those days were propaganda. Besides, reports didn't disclose nuance and personal feelings.
"So, do you kiss him or what?"
Natasha chuckled and just shook her head. She turned around to leave. "He's not a frog."
"Me neither, but I got it." Tony strolled behind her into the elevator.
Just as they walked, a red-haired, very attractive woman walked into Captain America's room. Her dress resembled a World War II female officer.
Tony sighed, already seeing SHIELD's next epic fail on the horizon. "So, picture this: you wake up in a room that looks like it's straight out of your heyday. You're pumped, thinking about all the cool stuff you've done and still gonna do. Then—plot twist!—you find out it's been sixty years and you've been duped. Who thought this was a good idea? Fury's shaving his brain along with that head of his?"
Natasha frowned but didn't stop. "It wasn't Director Fury's idea."
"Someone's getting fired then." Tony paced faster and walked ahead of Natasha, exiting to the building's roof.
"Hit me up when the old man wakes up." He rocketed up into the air, pausing mid-hover with a smirk aimed squarely at Natasha. "Or, you know, whenever you finally choose a spot."
With that, Tony flew away. Now, his anger was directed at Fury since Natasha's infiltration was a SHIELD mission. It was an annoying thought before knowing that she went as far as to get physical with him just to spy. But, if it was done for her selfish desire and hope to win him over to save her sister, he couldn't find an issue there.
Where's that professor now?
He flew directly to Columbia University to meet with Doctor Bill Foster and get him working on his nanotech lab.
"Jarvis, what's the status on my new book?"
"Nearly completed, Sir. The schedule aligns perfectly with the opening of the library you so generously donated."
Tony chuckled at Jarvis' emphasis on the word 'generous'. He knew what the AI was doing. "It's PR, buddy. Oh, and get May Parker on the line—she's the real deal with these feel-good projects."
Though Tony chuckled at his own words.
Feel-good indeed.
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At that same time, at 177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village, a mystical green locket let out a surge of energy.
Thud!
"It's changed!"
Bald, tall, and lithe, covered in loose yellow robes, Yao, more commonly known as the Ancient One, opened her eyes and looked at her palm. Hovering midair in a lotus position not long ago, she had landed on the floor with a sound.
"The future has changed." Ancient One mumbled to herself, blankly staring at the Eye of Agamotto. "Everything has changed. All because of one man."
She let out a sigh and remembered every single moment she had seen. Every possibility, and yet nothing made sense to her. Why did Tony Stark make a different choice in that Senate hearing? Why did Tony Stark decide to run in the election?
Why did everything she knew of the future diverge from there?
"More mysterious forces are at work here."
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