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"Course it is buddy. Designed War Machine with you in mind. That name and the color scheme are non-negotiable by the way, Mr. President. It's a fully functioning one man armored suit. Better than any fighter jet that currently exists on the market. Frankly, it's better technology than anything anyone else on Earth will have for the next… mm, twenty years at least. And yeah, I know how your mind works Rhodey. The Iron Legion is a whole damn squadron of these things. If the President wants to loop you in on the WSC and SHIELD, that's up to him."
Ellis gives Tony a look at that. Simply by mentioning all of these things in front of the Lt. Colonel, he would have to be looped in. But then again…
"Colonel James Rhodes. Congratulations on your promotion."
Rhodes' eyes widen as he jolts in his seat, twisting and looking at Ellis in utter shock for a moment before quickly composing himself and straightening up to snap off another salute.
"Sir! Thank you for the honor, sir!"
The President just nods, still staring at the suit with no small amount of avarice. He'd seen some video of the recently inaugurated Iron Legion doing test flights and what not out at the air base they were training at and… it was amazing. He'd also seen the specs on those suits and had the numbers explained to him by his advisors. Even having one of these armored suits available to the US Military would be a godsend… and for it to be the toughest, most durable one Stark had created all because it could only be piloted by his best friend… well, that was even better.
"Consider it done, Mr. Stark. Your conditions for allowing the US Military to use the suit are noted and acceptable to us. Colonel Rhodes will be the only pilot, the suit will operate under the designation War Machine, and the color scheme of black and silver will not be modified in any way."
He would have preferred to make the suit red, white, and blue of course. Would have also liked to be allowed to name the damn thing. Something with 'Patriot' in it, maybe. But alas, even if Tony Stark had changed a lot since his time in Afghanistan, the man was still something of a diva. And the best way to handle someone like Stark was to placate him so he considered you an ally.
That was just the way the world worked these days. The President of the United States was still the most powerful man in the world to the unwashed masses, but to the ruling elite, the spooks, and the one percent of the one percent of the one percent like Stark… Ellis was nothing but a convenient stooge to do their bidding.
Suddenly, Tony pulls his keys out of his pocket and tosses them to Rhodes. This time, he doesn't ask for permission first and Ellis has to again subtly signal to his Secret Service to back off and not make a scene. If Stark notices, he doesn't say anything.
"Here, Rhodey. Take the R8 over to the base. Location is already set up in the GPS. And there's a copy of JARVIS waiting for you in the War Machine suit, so you'll feel right at home as he puts you through your paces. We'll celebrate your promotion to Colonel later, yeah?"
Positively vibrating with repressed excitement, the Colonel still has the good sense to look over at Ellis for permission. Which of course, the President graciously gives with a smile and a wave of his hand.
"Go ahead, Colonel. I might have to personally debrief you later just to hear what it feels like to fly in one of those things."
"Yes sir!"
With that, Rhodes all but hurries out of the room, clearly eager to take his new toy for a spin. Stark, however, remains behind. This, Ellis finds himself raising an eyebrow at. It would seem there's something else that the billionaire has to talk to him about. Something he wasn't prepped for.
"Thank you for being so reasonable, Mr. President. I hope that I can count on you to be reasonable on one more thing. It's about Thaddeus Ross."
Ellis blinks.
"General Ross? What about him."
Leaning forward, Tony taps a button on his little hologram device. The War Machine specs vanish, to be replaced with other data. Leaning forward as well, Ellis begins reading… only for his eyes to grow wider and wider, his face to grow more and more drawn.
"My work with the World Security Council has me going all over the world sir, both physically and digitally. Now normally I don't really pay attention to the US Military's peacekeeping efforts across the globe. Democracy itself has the United States to thank for singlehandedly propping it up in the face of Communist Expansion over the past several decades. But when I find a US General making a mockery of everything our great country stands for… I start to take notice, sir."
Report after report cycles before the President's eyes. Indiscretion after indiscretion on the part of General Ross is laid bare right in front of him.
"From what I've been able to gather, under your predecessor's administration, Thaddeus Ross used the horrible attacks on September 11th, 2001 to push for his own pet super soldier project. He got all the funding he could ever want at first and got to work on trying to get results. However, as the years went on and things didn't move fast enough, your predecessor's administration became… irritated with Ross."
Ellis was aware of some of that, yes. Of how… the Hulk came to exist.
"If Ross hadn't pushed Dr. Banner as hard as he did, we might have actual United States Super Soldiers right now instead of one very brilliant scientist who turns into a giant green rage monster whenever he gets angry. And we certainly wouldn't have a United States General running all over the world, misusing US resources in an effort to capture said scientist."
At that, the President has to look away from the data that Stark has compiled to raise an eyebrow at the other man.
"Some would say securing Dr. Banner should be one of our top priorities, Mr. Stark."
Tony smiles ruefully at that, shaking his head.
"Ross would certainly say that Mr. President. However, the Hulk cannot be beaten by conventional weaponry. I've run projections that suggest even nuclear weapons wouldn't be able to put him down. Hell, even the Iron Legion and War Machine working together would probably be defeated by the Hulk. Because there's something that Thaddeus Ross either doesn't understand or has been willfully keeping from you, Mr. President. And either option makes him too incompetent to be allowed to keep his command."
Ellis narrows his eyes at that. It would seem they were finally getting to what Stark TRULY wanted out of this meeting.
"And what is that, Mr. Stark?"
Flashing him a macabre grin, Tony taps the Resolute Desk.
"The Hulk gets stronger the greater the threat."
Those eight simple words hang in the air of the Oval Office. As Ellis processes them, he finds himself sitting back in his chair rather heavily.
"… Is that confirmed, Mr. Stark."
"Yes sir. Cross-referenced from every engagement that the Hulk has had with both local forces in the countries Banner has fled to and Ross' men whenever he tracks him down. Put simply sir… beating the Hulk and capturing Dr. Banner is outside of our current abilities. I think deep down inside Thaddeus Ross knows that but refuses to accept it. Instead, he's let brave men and women who have signed on to protect the United States of America get killed or crippled by this monster because of his own personal vendetta against Banner. And he'll keep doing it too unless he's stopped."
Its clear Stark is very passionate about this. And the evidence is stacked against Ross, even if Ellis wanted to ignore the moral side of Stark's argument. The General has been overstepping his bounds for years now in his hunt for the Hulk if what Tony has gathered is true. And Ellis is pretty sure it is. Ross has been breaking international laws, skirting the Geneva Conventions in some places, and all around brewing up a PR disaster for the United States.
In a way, Tony coming to Ellis with this is almost a boon. But more than that… election year is coming up. And Ellis needs Tony Stark in his corner. There's simply no denying that.
"You make a strong case, Mr. Stark. I'll have the proper people look into this… and I swear to you, something will be done."
Purposefully vague, but they both knew Ellis couldn't just say it outright. Tony smiles and rises from his chair, causing the President to do the same. They shake hands one last time, with Stark giving him a grin that's all teeth.
"Thank you, Mr. President. I knew I could count on you."
"Of course, Mr. Stark. Just as I know that I and the American People can count on you."
"Always."
With that final word, Tony is shown out of his office. Ellis slumps back down into his seat with an explosive sigh. They were all right about what they'd said.
Tony Stark was a changed man after Afghanistan. And he was intent on changing the world with him. They could all fall in line and have a place on his ship… or get swept away in the rising tide.
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A/N: War Machine flies again! Or from Rhodey's POV, for the first time. Meanwhile, Tony starts using some of that immense soft power he's been collecting to get rid of Ross. Frankly, he's probably doing the other man a favor. Maybe a forced retirement will keep him from having that heart attack. Or cause it, lmao.
"Feeling nervous Ms. Lewis?"
Her face is so hot and red that even the tips of her ears are burning. Of COURSE Darcy is feeling nervous. But… she's in way too deep to back out now, truth be told. So she swallows her nerves and gives Tony Stark a bright sunny smile.
"Why would I be nervous, Mr. Stark? We're just visiting your sex dungeon, after all."
Tony snorts, even as he guides her along a hallway in his new tower with a hand on the small of her back. He definitely could have reached lower at this point and Darcy wouldn't have minded one bit… but he's a perfect gentleman instead. Darcy can still hardly believe she's getting to see the inside of the Stark Tower in New York even before it's officially finished. Nor can she really believe what she's here for in the first place.
"I figured the NDAs might have turned you off to the idea a little bit. I'm glad to see they didn't."
Darcy hums to herself at that. Honestly, the NDAs she'd had to sign to even be here today had been a little startling. But after thinking about it for even half a second, she'd realized they were kind of important. Tony and Pepper Stark were literally celebrities. There were a lot of people who would pay a lot of good money for a peek into their sex lives. Obviously, Darcy didn't need that sort of temptation in her life.
Luckily, she didn't have to worry about that at this point. The NDAs were buttoned up tight. It wouldn't matter how much money she could make off of selling the dirty details about what was going to happen today to anyone. If she spilled the beans, her life would be over, plain and simple.
"By the way, how are Dr. Foster and Dr. Selvig doing? I haven't gotten a chance to talk to either of them lately."
Darcy hums, realizing that despite her words, Tony does in fact realize she's wound tighter than a spring at this point. He's trying to set her at ease before they get to their ultimate destination. The calm before the storm, so to speak. She feels a little ashamed for grasping at the opportunity like the lifeline it is.
"Well… Jane is pining after Thor still, I'd say. It's pretty weird, she barely even got to talk to him for the couple of days he was on Earth. Still, he was a total hottie in that blond hunky himbo sort of way, so I guess the impression stuck for her. I think she's happy with the new lab you got her though. And she's been gushing over all the new data she collected from New Mexico."
Then, Darcy frowns a bit.
"Erik though… haven't heard from him in a month I think. He's kind of gone silent, weirdly enough."
Tony hums and nods in response to that, even as they come to a door where he has to place his hand on a pad and his eye up to a retinal scanner at the same time. As he's scanned, he speaks rather casually.
"Yes, that's probably because SHIELD got to him."
Darcy's eyes widen at that seemingly ominous statement, but Tony elaborates a moment later and she relaxes as his words are further explained.
"SHIELD wanted both of them to come work for them on a super secret project I'm not supposed to know about, but Dr. Foster's experience with Agent Coulson before I showed up soured her opinion on their organization. Plus, they can't really offer Jane what I can offer her."
Darcy snorts at the double innuendo, even if it might not have been intentional. Still…
"What about Erik?"
"Well, Erik doesn't really like me. He's an old fashioned sort of scientist who distrusts me for my cavalier attitude and the way I flaunt my wealth. In the end, it wasn't the money that enabled SHIELD to tempt Dr. Selvig away, it was the details of the project I'm not supposed to know about."
Now she's undeniably curious about what this project is that Tony keeps mentioning. But before Darcy can work up the courage to ask, the door finally dings and slides open and Tony leads her inside. They enter a much shorter hallway, and as they go Tony glances at Darcy with a raised eyebrow.
"Remember your safe word, right Darcy?"
Nodding sharply, Darcy grins.
"Papyrus, yep! Still crazy that they got away with using that for the font of the Avatar Movie. The biggest movie of the century so far and its logo is just… papyrus."
Tony just raises an eyebrow at her in amusement, causing Darcy to flush. She's rambling, isn't she? Yes, yes she is. And honestly, she shouldn't be talking so much about papyrus when it's supposed to be the word she only says if things get to be too much for her. Of course, she has no plans of using the word. No, she's going to enjoy every last second of whatever Tony and Pepper Stark decide to do with her.
Just as that determination is crystallizing in Darcy Lewis' mind, the final door between them and their ultimate destination opens… and Darcy's jaw drops open as she finds herself staring at an honest to god sex dungeon. The sex dungeon is REAL.
Equipped with all sorts of equipment, toys, and the like, Darcy finds her eyes darting too and fro for a moment… before landing on the people already occupying the room. Not person, people. She was expecting Pepper Stark. But she wasn't expecting Lady Sif!
"Mmmph!"
The Asgardian woman is currently in the middle of the room wearing a straitjacket and dangling from the ceiling with what look to be a set of incredibly thick, incredibly strong chains holding her in place. She struggles and squirms right up until she notices Darcy, at which point she freezes up for a second and goes bright red.
Pepper, who had been watching Sif wiggle and writhe while clad in full blown black leather dominatrix gear, turns and gives the most predatory grin of Darcy's young life.
"Oh! Ms. Lewis, you've finally arrived. Don't mind Sif here… she's far too competitive for her own good."
Darcy squeaks, both because she doesn't know how to respond to what she's witnessing and hearing, but also because Tony has finally stopped being a gentleman and is now sliding his hand down between her ass cheeks and thighs to stroke her pussy from behind. As he does so, running his middle and ring fingers across her panty-clad mound, he also leans in close to whisper in her ear.
"Pepper isn't lying. Sif has been sharing our bed for a few weeks now, but the thing she seems to enjoy the most is challenging us and being challenged in turn. This time around, she claimed she could get free of any restraints we could devise in less than an hour. Pepper and I enjoyed coming up with this setup, though designing fabric that could withstand an Asgardian's strength was certainly… challenging."
Having seen the Asgardians in action against that big fucking killer robot thing, Darcy could believe it. Holy shit, that straitjacket must be so far beyond bulletproof and tear resistant that it's not even funny.
"If you want me to remove the gag so she can tell you she consents to all of this, I can do that."
Shivering, Darcy looks into Sif's eyes… and knows for a fact that she's perfectly fine where she is and doesn't need ANY help from Darcy's corner. In fact, the look in Sif's eyes is rather intense and makes Darcy feel more like she's intruding upon something that she shouldn't be. If Tony were to remove Sif's gag, she has a feeling the words that come out of the Asgardian woman's mouth alone might be enough to get Darcy to throw out the safe word and bail.
… So she just shakes her head instead.
"N-No… it's f-fine."
Tony chuckles, still all but fingering her from behind. And of course his lips are still near to her ear when he whispers two simple words.
"Good girl."
Darcy squeaks, trying not to react too strongly to that. But then Pepper Stark is in front of her and she finds herself suddenly hoisted up. Tony's hand leaves her body as Pepper grabs Darcy by the arms, lifts her into the air, and walks her over to the closest wall, pushing her up against it. Now, Darcy has always been on the short side. Five Foot, Three Inches to be exact.
And Pepper has at least six inches on her, maybe more. But the red head's strength is what's really out of this world as she manhandles Darcy with ease and after pinning her in place, leans in close to peer into her eyes.
"Tony tells me you've been wanting to be dragged off to our sex dungeon. You're finally here, Ms. Lewis. How does it measure up?"
Blushing crimson, Darcy shakes her head.
"I-I mean… it's the first I've ever been in? But… it seems really nice?"
Pepper chortles at that, before growing serious once again.
"Then why… Ms. Lewis… are you still wearing all those pesky clothes?"
Darcy squeaks, even as Pepper releases her so she can slide down the wall and land on her feet. Faster than she's ever moved before, the young coed rapidly divests herself of her clothing, pulling it off as quickly as she possibly can.
Screw the safe word! She's going to get fucked by Pepper and Tony Stark! FUCK! YES!
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PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Tony grunts as he fucks Darcy on her back, causing her to moan up a storm as she holds her legs up for him. At the same time, Pepper is currently riding the beautiful young woman's face like there's no tomorrow, one hand grasping at her own freckled tit and the other grasping at one of Darcy's as she gyrates her hips atop the younger woman's head.
She's being exceedingly careful of course, given her super strength. If Pepper lost control for even a second, she could literally crush Darcy's head like a watermelon between her incredibly powerful thighs. Darcy has no way of knowing how close she is to death… but just from the way the young woman has been acting so far, Tony can tell that she'd probably be into it even if she did know.
Meanwhile, his cock slides in and out of her sopping wet cunt, which tries it's best to tighten up and clench down on his member to hold it in place for even a millisecond, but to no avail.
They'd started out slow, of course. Stripping naked and… playing with Darcy while they watched Sif struggle in her restraints. Toying and teasing with the squeaky coed had been quite a lot of fun for both Tony and Pepper, even as they'd extracted moaning exclamations from Darcy's ruby red, utterly fuckable lips.
Then, Pepper had forced Darcy to her knees and had Tony fuck those aforementioned fuckable lips, something Darcy had taken to quite enthusiastically as she'd bobbed up and down on his cock like there was no tomorrow.
Sif, meanwhile, had continued to struggle with the situation that Tony and Pepper had put her in. The sexual relationship that the married couple had with the Asgardian woman really had become competitive as all hell, though thankfully not adversarial. Tony, between his mind and his enhancements, had yet to lose to Sif in any of the challenges she'd come up with. Pepper had lost a couple of times, but she didn't mind quite as much as he would have.
This latest challenge though… alas, Sif had found herself the unwitting test subject of yet another project of Tony's. It was something he'd only heard about in passing from the future, but just hearing about it combined with all of his other research had led him down the path of trying to create near-indestructible fabrics. Sure, he and Pepper could pretty much heal any wound thanks to the ES3. But it would be better if they didn't have to, all in all.
Testing the fabric in a straitjacket challenge to see if an Asgardian could rip through it had been particularly inspired on Tony's part if he did say so himself.
Though Sif might not think so. In the end, the experiment had been a complete success. Sif hadn't been able to rip through the straitjacket even with her absolutely insane Asgardian strength. In the end, she'd been forced to slip the straitjacket through more dexterous means. While she HAD eventually done it, proving just how flexible she was, it had been after the hour she'd been allotted for the challenge had passed.
Basically, Sif had lost the challenge because the clock had run out before she'd gotten herself free. By the time she managed to get herself down, the Asgardian was in a black mood over the whole situation. She'd taken one look at Pepper and Tony still playing with Darcy and told them she would be ready whenever they decided to extract the penalty for her failure. Then, she'd left them before they could say a word.
Tony could tell that she was angrier with herself than anything else though. Sif didn't care that they'd shown Darcy her moment of weakness. Rather, she barely even seemed to register Darcy as a real person. In the end, there would be more challenges and more competitions and Sif would win some of them eventually, Tony was sure.
For the time being-
"Tony! Tony, I've done it!"
Blinking, Tony looks up as an excited, altogether manic Maya Hansen comes sprinting into the sex dungeon the moment the door opens. Her eyes are wide and her smile is even wider.
"I've figured out the Technopathy Upgrade for Extremis!"
Glancing down at the coed trapped beneath him and Pepper, Tony opens his mouth to say something, only for Maya to bulldoze right over him.
"I even managed to upgrade the regeneration aspect too! You could probably regenerate from everything up to straight decapitation now, on top of being able to control and interface with technology with just your mind. And get this, Tony… the technopathy starts with a range of well over five hundred feet and seems to be growing!
That last bit gets Tony's attention even as his mind is already working on the problem that Maya has just created.
"… You already dosed yourself?"
Maya blinks and then flushes.
"Ah, well… yes? Sorry, I know I'm not supposed to but…"
Tony just shakes his head.
"It's alright, I'm not upset about that."
Pepper finally speaks up.
"Maya, who do you think we're playing with right now, exactly?"
The geneticist finally looks down at the woman they have pinned beneath him. The woman that has gone very, very still. Slowly, a thoughtful frown begins to spread across Maya's face. She reaches out and pokes Darcy in the boob that Pepper isn't currently groping and hums.
"… Body's too soft to be Sif or Natasha. Tits are too big to be Helen…"
Finally, Maya's eyes widen and she freezes like a deer caught in headlights as it dawns on her that this is someone she doesn't know and she just spilled huge secrets in front of them.
Sighing, Pepper pulls off of Darcy's face, climbing down from the table and standing there with her hands on her naked hips. Darcy looks between them all, biting her lower lip as she trembles.
"… I-I don't suppose I could just sign another NDA?"
That gets a snort from Tony, which makes Darcy squeak in fear.
"P-Papyrus!"
He pulls out of her immediately of course, stepping away altogether. But if she thinks using the safe word will get her out of the secrets she just learned… still, what do with her, exactly? He hadn't planned for this situation at all.
Fortunately, he married a very intelligent woman, because Pepper suddenly snaps her fingers.
"You're a political sciences major interning with an astrophysicist, right?"
Blinking at the non-sequitur, Darcy sits up and slowly nods.
"Yeah?"
Stepping up to the young coed, Pepper grins wickedly.
"So you've already proven how flexible you consider your future, Ms. Lewis. Come work for me. I've been in need of a PA I can mold into my protégé for a while now, ever since my last PA turned out to be an undercover femme fatale out to steal all of Stark Industries' secrets. The position comes with lots of benefits, including a salary that will make your head spin. It also comes with the understanding that you can be trusted, that your loyalty is… sacrosanct."
Eyes wide, Darcy looks between the three of them for a moment. Maya doesn't meet her eyes, Tony just raises a single brow, while Pepper is all smiles… albeit wolfish smiles. In the end though, Darcy makes the right choice.
"O-Okay! I'm in. Um… though, question. Just how much time will I be spending under your desk in this new position, Mrs. Stark?"
Pepper giggles and reaches out, caressing Darcy's cheek.
"Oh… you and I are going to get along just fine, Ms. Lewis."
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A/N: Fufufu, an oopsie on Maya's part, or all carefully calculated and planned between her and Pepper? Hmmm, I'll let you all decide.
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