President Stark

"A-Aliens are real!" Tony exclaimed.

In her real, mutant form, Raven speechlessly lay there on the bed, utterly exposed, aroused, and exhausted from those continuous numerous climaxes. 

"We're not aliens!"

Tony picked up on the hint of displeasure in her voice and decided to back off, but he didn’t tell the Iron Guardians to lower their blasters. 

"Alright, then, what exactly are you? Not gonna lie, I'm one of those guys who finds you even hotter with the whole blue skin thing going on, but I'm just trying to make sense of it. Are we talking Avatar here? Because those guys are aliens, and last I checked, this isn’t Pandora."

Raven's thin brow arched delicately at Tony's confession of allure towards her. This was a first for her despite having lived a long life.

“I’m a mutant, Tony. But also a human, just like you, but with an X-gene that gives me extraordinary abilities. And it's not just me… there’s a community of us out there.

“These mutations… they often change us in ways, at times internally and others physically. They mostly appear at puberty, and sometimes at birth or later in life, usually triggered by…trauma." Raven’s eyes flickered a bit as if she remembered something horrible.

Tony scratched his head, slowly accepting this new reality. This was like finding a hidden world underneath the ground, a whole other society secretly surviving. 

"Prove it,” he suddenly muttered.

Raven uncomfortably tried to free herself from the handcuffs that Tony had bound her in. The dildo was still stuck between her soaking hot petals, her legs spread wide in full view. "Y-You're looking at the proof."

Tony smirked, genuinely admiring the view. 

Her sensual, heated blue skin looked so exotic. Her red hair, yellow eyes—god damn he felt his loins working up again. And then there was her soaking wet slit, deep pink with a crowning glory that was the patch of her pubes. "I am… looking… very keenly."

Raven's gaze narrowed a little, a bit shocked. He's genuinely aroused? What's wrong with him?

Only if Raven knew how deeply Tony had fantasized all his life about getting intimate with a hot alien chick. Heck, he didn't even mind three tits if that's what they really had. Puberty was a wild time for him, and that movie just slapped him in all the right places.

But what was before him, although likely not an alien, was doing the same magic on him. Perhaps a little more as Raven had one salacious body. That more than exotic skin of hers was truly the peak of younger Tony’s dreams.

"Go on." Tony eyed her, taking in the high cheekbones and thin red lips. "What’s with the Professor Amanda disguise? What do you want from me?"

Ah! Those amazing, soft… Tony felt an itch in his hand. 

He wanted to pounce on the bed and reach for her magnificent breasts. Raven was just a few inches shorter than him, she was slender, but her legs appeared full, and her breasts protruded up without sag, those little deep pink buds were like real cherries on a cake. 

Raven was no fool to miss that burning desire in Tony's gaze. She had seen it in plenty of men, just never in this form. She didn’t try to wriggle her way out and voluntarily spread her thighs wider, almost stretching herself too much. "If I had shown up at your door looking like this from the start, would you have been this calm?"

It was hard to say, but Tony shook his head. "The door would have stayed locked."

"I had no choice, Mr. Stark." Raven addressed him formally, believing she had already lost the privilege of calling him Tony. "Us Mutants have… If even Iron Man felt threatened by my existence, how do you think the rest of the world would react? 

“Fear, hatred, discrimination. Some are lucky like me, with abilities to change their looks or have no physical mutations. But those who have their bodies turned into something monstrous—horns, a third eye, four more arms, beastly bodies… Government agencies crack down on us. All while they're still kids, barely familiar with their powers…"

Tony listened to her with complete focus. Not just him, even Jarvis was analyzing her facial expressions, muscles, eyes, and body language. The more she spoke, the more Tony felt something… something that was missing from his life as a goal for his election bid. 

"Mr. Stark, mutants have existed for as long as human civilization has—Nikola Tesla was one, Rasputin, Julius Caesar, Morgan le Fay, King Arthur, Imhotep…" Despite her embarrassing situation, Raven's utmost focus remained on Tony's face while her words grew more and more emotion-filled. 

"We find ourselves stuck in a limbo. Are we humans? Because humans sure don't want us. Are we aliens? But we sure didn't appear from space. We spend our lives hiding, with no rights, often exploited, and experimented on—they say there exist six social classes, and I'm not sure if we mutants fall even in the seventh.”

Tony stood there silently after she finished speaking. In his ears, Jarvis affirmed that Raven was most likely telling the truth. 

Bolstered by the slow realization and understanding of her reasoning, Tony sighed and approached the bed. The Iron Guardians stepped back and he untied the restraints on her ankles first. Then, he walked towards the headboard. 

"You're hoping that I win the election?" Tony asked her while unlocking her wrists. 

Raven intently watched Tony move around her. "I was hoping to find out what kind of a man you are. If you'd become a tormentor or a supporter of Mutants."

Tony reached for the last remaining wrist restraint. Once he unlocked it, he sat down at the side edge of the bed. "That school is for Mutants, isn't it?"

"Just one, while we need hundreds of them," Raven answered, sitting up on the bed while the toy wiggled out of her soaking pussy.

The bedsheet rustled as she moved closer to Tony. He didn’t care what she was going to do, since he knew the Iron Guardians would warn him of any danger. He figured she might just leave in a huff after what he had done.

But he was pleasantly surprised by the soft touch on his back.

Coming from behind, Raven wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and her bare breasts pressed against Tony's shirtless back. The warmth of her body felt energizing and electrifying as her hands started to slide from his flank to his chest; Her palms explored his body thoroughly.

Raven leaned her face forward beside Tony's cheeks, tickling him with her hot breath as her hands went lower. "Maybe you need a little more convincing?”

Tony took a deep breath, feeling a bit conflicted as he grabbed both her hands. "Listen, you don't need to do all this just to get answers out of me. I might be a playboy, but I don’t exploit women, not like this. That's not in my playbook."

"It did start as something planned out of desperation. But…" Raven's warm breath came closer to his ears, and soon her lips touched his earlobes. "I really want you to… Finish what you started, Mr. Stark."

She gently bit Tony's earlobe, pulled her hands out of Tony’s weakening grip, and rubbed her palms over his chest and the Arc Reactor. Her scent was otherworldly, her voice was smooth and sultry. He could feel her beating heart, and he couldn't lie, he did feel it in his pants.

"Mutants, huh?" Tony muttered, pondering over the matter. "X-gene? Let’s say I agree to do something about it after winning the election. You need to understand that once you go public, any missteps will reflect on your entire community. If you want me to vouch for you all, I need assurance there won't be some mutant supervillain dragging my name through the dirt. I've got enough on my plate already."

“Hmm…” Raven suddenly pulled Tony back on the bed as she replied nonchalantly. 

Tony, laying there as his legs still dangled over the edge, felt his stagnant, barely there arousal coming back to his loins.

As Tony lay down there, looking up at Raven's smirking devilish smile. She moved her seductive twisting hips, crawling over him to get to his growing erection coming back to full power. Her hardened nipples gently scraped over his chest and abs as she positioned her soaking petals over his face. 

Tony couldn’t believe his eyes, a charming, drooling portal of love hovered inches from his face, as the owner was busy untying his pants. 

As her cold hands finally found what she was looking for, Tony’s body shivered from the touch. But he couldn’t care less, all his attention was focused on her soaking wet pussy. The creamy slit calling for him. Her blue skin was making him too damn horny. 

He wondered what something so otherworldly would taste like; Maybe blueberries? 

Raven shoved his pants and underwear down to his thighs and gripped his cock tight in her slender digits. She squeezed it and slid his foreskin down, taking in the sight of his bulbous cockhead. The way his veins and grooves felt hard against her palm aroused her even more, imagining how his girth would feel like inside her sweltering furnace. 

Tony couldn’t help but twitch in her hand as if his cock was already begging for her full attention. His feet kicked his pants off the rest of the way, eager for the horizontal tango that was to come.

"Let's discuss the rest later. What do you think?" Raven temptingly asked as her lips slowly went down and around his strained cock. 

"Later is good."

Tony placed his hands on her gelatinous ass, his palms spread as his finger sunk into her tender flesh. Pulling her rear down, he felt her warmth on his mouth, tasting Raven’s nectar spread all over his tongue and face. As if he was ravaging a plump, cushiony watermelon, his hands swayed her ass left and right as his tongue dug into the needy hole, gulping down more and more of her juices, some even dripping to his jaw.

“Uum Mmhh…” Raven moaned onto his cock, the vibrations of her tongue coiling over his stiff wood. To her, being cherished and needed in her mutant form made her feel hotter.

It might have been a little messy, but to Tony, it was absolutely hot, like a dream come true. He loved everything about it.

Her mouth was just perfect as he felt the tight squeeze, massaging him with wave after wave of pleasure as her mouth gulped down her saliva, suckling on his rock-hard cock. Her lips were clamping down so hard it sealed him in bliss, while her slithering tongue left no place untouched as it twisted around his cockhead. 

Every time the tip of her tongue touched his base and his cockhead would brush against her constricting tonsils, his body would instinctively shove in deeper, his hips jolting in hunger for more. 

Tony also got a good taste of her pussy, sliding his tongue up and down her sensitive petals. More and more of her juices coated his tongue as his hands kept massaging her soft asscheeks, clenching and releasing his fingers around her moldable flesh. He loved feeling the subtle twitches of her pussy walls on his tongue every time he touched a delicate spot. 

Raven kept bobbing her head up and down, recklessly taking him in deeper and deeper. Confident in her ability to not gag, she gave him the pleasure of a lifetime. Striking her chin against his pelvis, burying her nose in his straining balls as her ass wiggled from the ecstasy of Tony’s tongue.

"Ugh… I'm close!" Tony warned. His hands gripped tighter on Raven’s ass leaving five finger prints on each smooth surface.

Raven abruptly stopped, arching her ass up and away from Tony's face. 

"Then let's not waste it…." She muttered, after leaving a long, tantalizing wide lick from the base of his cock to the head of his crown.

Tony’s body shivered uncontrollably, his hips going up almost following her tongue’s lead, not wanting to leave the heat. 

There was some disappointment in his loins, but it all went away when Raven quickly turned around and straddled his hips. She aimed his steel straight manhood towards the moistness between her legs and lowered her body right down in one go.

“Ohh baby… yess…” She moaned a long, melodious cry, accepting everything he had in one fell swoop. She ground her hips, and wiggled her ass, letting his cock slip and slide inside right up to her last vulnerable wall.

“Ghk!” Tony couldn’t help but groan, instantly drowning in the heavenly sensation.

He could feel every movement of her muscles milking him, striking down his last ounce of control. The slippery walls of flesh contracted around him, brushing against his veins and tightening to his size. Sticky yet silky, hot yet soaking in honey, as if every inch of her pussy was there for his pleasure. 

She started dancing on her knees, swaying her hips while her hands supported her body on Tony’s chest. Her naughty fingers couldn't sit still, brushing against and pinching Tony’s nipple.

Tony jolted a bit from the ticklish sensation, but he quickly held her hands again in restraint. 

“Two can play in that game.” 

Tony suddenly sat up and grabbed her by her waist. His hands traveled up her sloping back, pulled her closer, and slammed his lips on her blue breasts. He suckled on the deep pink nipple, smothering his own face on her cobalt mounds, taking in her scent with each deep breath. 

“Ummm… “ She moaned as his lips clamped on her taut nipple, flicking it inside his mouth with his tongue.

She felt so hot and soft, almost melting into his mouth. He loved every bit of it, wanting to eat her up more and more.

"Let's try something new," Tony mumbled suddenly and shifted off the edge of the bed, standing up while keeping Raven in his arms, his cock resting within her. 

“What are you doing?” Raven panted with lust in her eyes.

“Just looking for a bit of help….” Tony smiled mischievously. 

He suddenly pushed her back against an Iron Guardian’s chest, letting it lift her body.

Raven gasped, sensitive to the cold metallic chest against her back. The Iron Guardian placed one hand under each of her thighs, its hands held her from under her knees and spread her legs wide. There, as if sitting on a birthing table, her pussy was wide open to the cold air in the room. 

She blushed uncontrollably as she noticed Tony’s gaze enjoying the view of her vulnerable slit twitching from the exposure. She felt embarrassed by that position, barely covering both breasts with her arms, letting them spill out from the top. But there was lust in her eyes, biting her lips in anticipation of what came next.

Tony came closer, sliding his hands down her calf and thighs, sending quivering lust up her spine. One of his hands found her flushed red, nub of love, massaging it with his thumb, the other hands went to pull away her arms, making way for his caressing touch on her breasts.

He kissed her neck, letting his tongue slither down to her undulating breast, nibbling on the flesh that spilled between his massaging fingers, searching for her hardened button. His cock pushed in between her blushing petals, aided by his fingers that widened her entrance.

“Oohh… Tony…” Raven mewed as she felt him penetrating her once again. Her head fell back, nestled at the crook of the Iron Guardian's neck, swaying left and right as she felt intense and helpless pleasure from its restraining hold.

Tony thrust in vigorously, pulling himself into her as he grabbed hold of her thighs from below, sucking her mounds as if he was hungry for milk. The groove of his cock scraped against her salivating walls, stroking her G-spot from below.

“Oh God! Tony, yes! Ah! Ah!!” Raven’s entire body shuddered in the tight grasp of the metallic armor. Her straining body was trying to clench inward, her muscles knotting up, but she was unable to resist the firm hold. Her legs were forcefully kept open, her pussy receiving that pleasurable cock over and over until she screamed for deliverance.

With a wet, plentiful gush of her nectar, she came all over Tony’s cock and thighs, even dripping to the floor. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh turned into a messy orchestra of squelching and moans.

Even after noticing how much she had come, Tony kept going. He raised himself on his toes and thrust harder, jolting the entire armor, but it never fell. He shoved his cock to the hilt, slamming against her fleshy walls, desperately reaching for that glorious wave of splendor.

Finally, he felt that last strain crack, gripping his loins entirely. He quickly pulled out his iron-hard cock, slamming it onto Raven’s soft blushing pelvis, squeezing and grinding between their hot, sweaty body—He couldn’t risk it.

His magnificent body shuddered as he groaned, bursting out with a jarring, pulsing climax; He flooded himself onto the skin of her belly, painting her blue sea with white froth. His body still twitched and shuddered, holding her tight on his chest.

“Gahh…!” Finally, after coming, Tony released a heavy, exhausted breath. He took a step back and collapsed onto the bed.

Quickly after, the Iron Guardian placed Raven down on the bed as well, right beside Tony. She scooted over and turned her bare body to fall half on his chest. 

They both took deep long breaths, trying hard to calm down from such a high.

That was amazing. Tony felt the right places in his mind tickled. Her being blue was just so damn tempting to him. Her eyes were non-human, and yet so hot. Her exotic red hair was like a cascading waterfall of lava. 

"I need a drink," Tony muttered. "How about you?"

Raven rolled off Tony's chest. "I could use one." 

"Great." Tony slid off the bed with a hearty grunt. With no more poison in his body, he couldn't help but see Raven as a gift for all his hard work. 

He donned his pants quickly, grabbed his shirt, and walked out of the room to the living area's bar counter. Refresh and ready to leave a mark at Stark Expo that night, he poured himself a nice glass of whiskey.

I fucked an alien… Not technically alien, but close. Tony felt as if his childhood dream had come true. Star Wars had nothing on him anymore. He already had his Aayla Secura. Wait, can't she morph herself into anyone? Oh… the possibilities.

He felt that he deserved another shot of whiskey. Then he poured another diluted drink for Raven and turned to head back into the bedroom to continue their discussion.

"You have a guest, Sir," Jarvis voiced all of a sudden. 

"Guest? There wasn't anything on the schedule." Tony frowned, annoyed by someone ruining his mood. "Who is it?"

"It's a man, short, and looks furious according to his facial scan. The recorded footage shows him surveying the area for the past hour," Jarvis answered swiftly. "Running the facial scan… Canadian and… He's one hundred and forty-one years old."

"What?" Tony glanced towards the main door of his mansion. A thick piece of steel he had installed personally. The mansion was no less than a fortress.

Bam!

"What the?!" Tony almost jumped. 

Bam!

"The intruder is trying to gain entry by force, Sir," Jarvis warned and took control of the Iron Guardians in the bedroom, bringing them all to the main door. "The intruder has metallic claws!"

Tony looked towards the nearest screen that was showing the outside view. The short man was roaring like a beast and clawing at the metallic door, easily slamming his claw into it and slicing it. 

Sensing danger, Tony rushed to his basement workshop, donned the latest Iron Man suit, and flew back up. 

Boom!

The metal door broke apart with a powerful kick from the intruder, splitting into two pieces. Grunting, looking angry, the intruder walked into the mansion and glared at Tony. 

"Where is she?" 

Tony didn't like someone breaking into his house, slicing his door, and then disrespecting him. So he controlled the ten Iron Guardians and made them all aim all their weapons on the man. "Calm your tits, Grandpa."

Like a feral creature, the man growled at Tony. His weird hairstyle and that rugged stubble beard were pretty imposing despite his lack of height. 

"I'm allergic to cats, so I suggest you remove those claws," Tony warned him just as the Iron Guardians began charging the lasers. "I’ll count till fiv—"

"Wraaa!" But the intruder leapt towards the Iron Guardian. "Where is she?!" 

Boom!

The Iron Guardian shot a laser beam at the man, but right as the man's claws touched the Iron Guardian, everything was sliced up as if it were nothing, followed by an explosion. 

What the fuck! What are those claws made of?! Tony stood there in shock at how easily his Iron Guardian was defeated. But speechlessness followed as he saw a hole in the man's chest getting filled on its own, healing him to prime. 

Regeneration? Holy shit! I need his blood sample!

"Where is Raven?" The feral man roared and lunged towards another Iron Guardian. Despite being hit by the chest beam, the man sliced the machine and stood back up. Everything healed on him at visible speed. 

"Logan? What the hell are you doing?!" Raven walked out of the bedroom at last, wearing nothing but a bathing robe tied around her waist. 

Logan looked at her and felt confused. In her mutant form despite being in Tony’s presence? That didn't make sense. That wasn't a part of the plan. 

"We've been trying to get ahold of you for over an hour," Logan growled.

Raven annoyedly walked over to the bar counter where she had left her phone and looked at it. It showed no activity.

"Must be the jammers," Tony chimed in. "Happens."

Frustrated, Raven looked back at Logan with angry eyes, making the man shrink back his claws. She cursed her luck since her expectation was to sit with Tony and discuss mutant matters some more. 

Tony sighed and walked back to the bar and poured Raven a drink. As he handed the glass to her, he sized up Logan. "So who’s this lively old timer? Also a mutant?"

"He is." Raven smiled intimately and took the drink. "He has extreme regeneration and… claws."

"A cat with nine lives?" Tony quipped, draining his glass with a gulp. He sauntered over to the scattered remains of his latest Iron Guardian, now just an expensive pile of scrap metal. "How did he slice through my tech like it was Swiss cheese?"

"None of your business, Bub." Logan shrugged and walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass. "The Professor wants you back, Raven."

Raven got even more annoyed by that. "Why? Me and Tony had just started discussing the future of our kind."

Logan sized up Raven in the bathrobe and smirked. "Discussing? Sure, why not?"

"Wait, is that baldie also a mutant?" Tony exclaimed suddenly. He didn't know much about Charles Xavier but he did know that he was an intelligent man. "What's his ability?"

"He's a telepath. He can read and control the minds of others," Raven truthfully answered. She, as well as Charles, believed that if they were to pin any hopes on Tony, then their relationship had to start with clarity.

"Spooky," Tony muttered, silently wondering about the uses and misuses of that power. Why hadn't the mutants already controlled the sitting President to get their way? 

"He's a good man, Tony." Raven clarified quickly. 

Tony shrugged, his metallic suit joints whirring and clicking. "Alright, I'll swing by your school later. But first, duty calls. Gotta jet to New York."

Snap!

With a quick metallic click, the entire Stark mansion went into lockdown mode, leaving only the living area they were in, and the main door accessible. Tony decided to leave after that since his flight to New York was going to take a few hours. 

With a new Arc Reactor that was much more powerful and efficient, he decided to ditch the private jet since his armor was faster.

"Tsk… my toys… my door," Tony muttered as he walked away. "I'll invoice your school later. Try not to break anything else until then, capiche? See you around."

Woosh!

Logan, with the entire bottle of whiskey in his hand, grunted at Tony's departure. "Ugh… Fuck."

"This one's on you." Raven waved her hands. "You broke them."

Frowning, Logan merely grunted to himself. "Let's go."

####

"Yeah baby~" Tony blasted through the sky, smashing the sound barrier like it owed him money. The adrenaline rush was off the charts. "What a fantastic day, Jarvis."

"Sir, one of the Iron Guardians in Texas reported a spatial anomaly in New Mexico." Jarvis suddenly alerted Tony. "The report suggests a temporal and gravitational disturbance alongside an energy surge."

"Aliens!" Tony exclaimed. "Send one of them to New Mexico to do an aerial reconnaissance. I want a visual report as soon as possible."

"Understood, Sir… You have a call from a blocked number." Jarvis changed the topic abruptly. 

"Connect it."

Right away an old, hoarse voice reverberated. "Hey, Tony, how you doing?"

"Who is this?" Tony asked back. 

The voice chuckled at the other side. "I didn't think you'd forget Monaco that quickly."

Everything made sense in that instance. Tony quickly made Jarvis trace the call while talking. "You sound pretty sprightly for a dead guy. What do you want?"

"Now the true history of the Stark name will be written. What your father did to my family over forty years, I will do to you in forty minutes. I hope you're ready…"

The call got disconnected. 

"Sir, the location was somewhere in Manhattan," Jarvis quickly informed. 

It wasn't hard to make a rough guess of where Anton Vanko might be after realizing it was also the night of Stark Expo. However, despite knowing all that, Tony couldn't bring himself to panic at all.

While flying, he looked toward his left and then to his right. In a neat formation, almost eighteen Iron Guardians were flying by his side. There were ten more waiting for him in New York, ready to join his side. 

"He must have a death wish." 

####

"Today! I present to you the next generation of warfare! Army! Navy! Air Force! Marines!" Justin Hammer roared from the stage with much fanfare. Leading the attention to his 'creations'. 

Shhhhh…

All of a sudden, the sky reverberated with the noise of boosters. Tony and his small army of Iron Guardians arrived at Stark Expo, earning an even louder cheer from the crowd. People rose up from their seats, clapping. Some held banners, and others had Iron Man merchandise. 

"Where is Anton Vanko?" Tony landed on the stage and loudly interrogated Hammer. "I know your brain. A five-year-old is more likely to make those machines than you."

"Who? What? I-I do—"

Shhhh…

Out of the blue, the stage started to vibrate. Tony looked behind at the dozens of armors that Hammer had made. The heat signatures at their feet were constantly rising. Right at the next moment, all of them raised their weaponized arms at Tony.

As that happened, the crowd started running to escape. But Tony remained standing there. Taking them up to the sky was riskier with all those glass windows. People were still evacuating. 

"Iron Guardians! Neutralize them with an EMP first and then rip them apart!" Tony quickly ordered. The Iron Guardians were made to stand against a wide range of threats, after all. They had all sorts of means.

Since he was the target, the Hammer armors didn't fly up. Before they could even shoot at Tony, the Iron Guardians acted and used their combined EMP weapons. It wasn’t a grenade but an instrument connected to their frames. 

Within seconds, all of the Hammer Industry armors lost the light and froze in place. 

"Use the signal distorters as well," Tony added and walked closer to the neutralized armors. He raised his palm towards the reactors stored in their chests. "Cheap copy."

Bang!

Bang!

One after another, Tony nullified the power sources, the reactors. He didn't call them Arc Reactors since that was too much of a disrespect to the real thing. Weak beyond measure, he doubted they'd even granted the armors a prolonged flight.

Bang!

In no time, Tony destroyed the entire fleet that Justin Hammer had built. Luckily, no large-scale destruction occurred and he saw the crowd evacuating the arena. 

"Mr. Stark!" 

Tony's brows creased to the voice in his ears. "Ms. Natalie?"

"Mr. Stark, Anton Vanko has escaped the server room. I believe he has an armor similar to yours." 

Tony listened to her confident and tactile voice. Finally, she was showing her true identity, he thought. "I'll deal with him."

Crack!

Not long after, one of the massive glass panes in the ceiling of the arena broke apart and a large suit of armor landed right in front of Tony, below the stage. The face of its wearer was visible.

"What's up, dead guy." Tony waved his hand, completely unscathed up until then.

There was anger on Vanko's face. His plan had failed too embarrassingly. He wanted to create widespread panic, pain, and negative publicity for Stark with this incident. But instead, he gave the man a chance to look heroic. 

"We'll see who dies first then." 

Boom!

Vanko started waving his twin electrified whips towards Tony. They held the power of bastardized Arc Reactors. Although nothing comparable to him, Tony still felt a sense of danger and decided to maintain distance. 

Boom!

"This is my revenge!"

Tony maneuvered and used his palm blasters. "Aaargh!"

But Vanko's whips caught him and slammed him into the ground. 

He's got a thicker armor. Tony grunted and got back up to resume fighting. Time for teamwork. 

The Iron Guardians began moving right then, all of them taking to the sky. They started to fly around in circles and shot palm blasters at Vanko with speed and precision. It gave Tony enough opportunities to approach the man. 

Clack!

Tony clawed out one of the shoulder-mounted mechanisms for Vanko's whip, disabling one of them as the man was too focused on avoiding the Iron Guardians.

Clack!

Tony clawed the chest armor next. Throughout that whole time, the Iron Guardians blasted Vanko.

"Not like this, Stark!" Vanko boomed, enraged, and headbutted Tony, followed by his whip attacks. He somehow started to ignore the Iron Guardians striking him, as if he had accepted his death. 

He's suicidal! Tony realized and jumped back. Fuck, he wants to take me with him. 

Realizing there was nothing else he could do, he quickly gave a new command to the Iron Guardians. Surround him! Attack at the same time!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

All of the twenty-eight Iron Guardians landed on the ground, making a wide circle around Vanko's maddening but beaten form. He continued to flay his electric whip around, trying to hit the Iron Guardians. He did manage to connect at times, but still, the numbers were too many for him. 

"Hahaha! This isn't the end, Tony Stark!" 

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Tony's head turned and he noticed the defeated Hammer armors making a sound he really didn't like. 

"Sir, the heat signature suggests the armors are trying to self-destruct." Jarvis noted. 

"Fuck!" Tony cursed, knowing if they all exploded at the same time in such a cramped place the destruction would be insane. Although all the guests had left, he truly felt for his own life. 

"Hahaha… Is that fear, Tony Stark?"

Tony took a deep breath and raised both his palms towards Vanko. "Deal with him first! Quick!"

Immediately, all of the Iron Guardians and Tony charged their palms and aimed not at Vanko but rather at the space just in front of his chest and the back. 

The humming of their surging energy echoed in the air. 

The charge was complete. 

Under Tony's guidance, they all released it. 

"Do it!"

The energy beams connected together at the same time and exploded. Like a sun, creating an orb of unstable energy, they blasted the front and the back of Vanko’s suit at the same time, crushing him. 

Blinding, chaotic, and loud—Tony got thrown back from the explosion itself. 

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Right then, the Hammer armors finished their beeping countdown and exploded. The explosions dwarfed the one that Tony had created. Although weaker, the dozens of Arc Reactors exploded together. 

BOOM!

The entire arena collapsed in itself, the roof, the floor, the stage, the concrete—broken, blasted, melted. Everything turned into a massive pile of rubble in an instant. 

Tony was somewhere inside it.

The fire burned in places and the emergency services responded quickly. The news helicopters flew in the sky giving live coverage. The entire country was in doubt if Tony Stark, the Iron Man, had survived or died.

Clank!

Clank!

"Ugh!" 

A few hours later, just as the firefighters tried to cut through the rubble of concrete and steel, a humanoid grunt resounded. 

Boom!

A small burst of blue energy beam shot towards the sky, forming a gaping wide hole in the rubble. From that, Tony Stark slowly climbed out, half of his face plate gone, his armor extremely damaged from all sides. 

"Tony!" Pepper cried and stumbled through the rubble to reach him. 

Thud!

"Hey!" Tony got out of the hole and fell down wearily, gasping for air. But he failed to look at Pepper as his eyes focused on the red-haired woman in a strange leather suit, one with whom he had become very intimate. 

"Mr. Stark." 

Tony sighed once he noticed the eagle insignia on her suit—SHIELD, he recognized. 

"You're fired."