The Department of Justice has released a chilling roster of names tied to the rgest sex trafficking scandal in history. The list includes some of the world's wealthiest and most powerful individuals. Sources confirm the evidence—photos, videos, and call records—is airtight. But whether this leads to decisive courtroom rulings remains to be seen…

  Three days had passed and Tony had made public the names he had received from Natasha. Over the past three days, almost a quarter of the names on the list had dealt with themselves. Some jumped off tall buildings, some drowned themselves, some took the rope, and a few took a bullet.

  Of course, their names still went public, and their equally famous families had to face the shame of even being connected to such a person. Tony had no sympathy for them since, in many cases, the family knew about the shady dealings.

  "Well, that's that." Tony muted the TV and eased back onto the comfortable couch. He was still in the White House, but it wasn't his office. Instead, he sat in the living room of the executive residence in the White House. "So, why did you want to see me? Got a new world-ending crisis or just a casual chat leading to something spicy?"

  Raven smiled, sitting opposite to him. Having reverted to her natural blue skin, she got up and walked over to Tony's side. "I came to tell you something, Tony."

  "Go ahead. I'm all ears." Tony nonchantly replied, draping one arm around his cherished companion while grabbing his beer from the side table. "Wait, let me guess. Russia did something again?"

  "No, Tony. It's about that man we caught at the Shield Base. The Winter Soldier, as he was called. Jean looked into his mind to try and rewind the brainwashing. She succeeded, but..." Raven paused, unnaturally so.

  "But what?"

  Raven scooted closer to Tony and softly caressed his chest. "Tony, your parents' death—it wasn't an accident. It was the Winter Soldier who killed them. Jean saw it in his mind."

  Taken aback, Tony sat up straight and looked at Raven with full seriousness. He wasn't expecting his parents to be mentioned, let alone such a cim.

  "What do you mean? I saw the reports—it was an accident," Tony countered, his tone ced with disbelief. "Even SHIELD bought that story."

  Noticing the slow decline in Tony's emotions, Raven wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

  "It's in his memory, Tony. Hydra used him to kill your parents. They covered it up."

  "Where is he?" Tony jerked, pushing Raven away.

  "At the school. Tony, don't go there. You're the President now, you can't act recklessly." Raven tried to hold onto him.

  But Tony stood up and summoned his armor.

  "Tony, don't go!"

  "I need to hear it straight from the source," Tony replied and left swiftly.

  Bsting through the DC sky and then New York, Tony flew at the highest speed possible, a thousand thoughts coursing through his head. He never stopped giving orders to Jarvis, searching for any tangible evidence to prove what Raven said was true.

  Shield had nothing. So, Tony swept through the global security networks, from West to East, anywhere he could. He particurly focused on areas that used to be the USSR. But he had less hope. If there was any evidence, it wouldn't be stored in a computer connected to the internet.

  "What do you think, Jarvis?"

  "Based on the compiled data, I deduce several anomalies in the investigation. Mrs. Stark's autopsy indicates asphyxiation as the cause of death. However, the car window was open, and the engine fire was insufficiently widespread to justify it. Her only injuries were spinal and neck strains consistent with the crash. A tire bore a puncture, though no evidence of tampering surfaced. Mr. Stark's attire and palms contained traces of dirt and gravel, while his forehead exhibited three blunt injuries, inconsistent with a mere accident."

  Tony fell into silence for a moment. He trusted Jarvis and its data analysis skills. If even Jarvis noticed anomalies, then there were.

  "So it wasn't an accident?"

  "Sir, based on the reports, the likelihood of a natural death is exceedingly low. The variables required for such an expnation are highly improbable," Jarvis gave a clear and cut answer. "The probability of foul py is considerably high."

  That broke Tony. No matter how much he disliked his father, they were still his parents. Especially his mom whom he loved dearly. Their sudden demise had left him wounded and it still hadn't healed yet.

  Furthermore, Howard was involved with SHIELD. The man was a target already, and his death was a sad shock but not beyond possibility. Maria, however, was completely innocent.

  "Jarvis, call backup."

  "On its way, Sir."

  ####

  "Tony's on his way. I received the call from Raven," Jean announced as she ran into Magneto's room. Charles wasn't there as the man was also the Secretary of State and too busy.

  "He's probably going to demand that guy be handed over."

  "Let's welcome him then." Magneto stood up nonchantly. "This matter does not concern us. It's up to Stark what he does with him."

  "But Tony might kill him. That won't end well for anyone. As President, he can't afford to act like this," Jean reasoned, noticing others pouring into the room. "We need to de-escate before Tony pushes too far—because if he does, we'll all pay the price."

  "You wish to fight Stark?" Magneto eyed Jean with a threatening gaze. "You would stand with a murderer, against an ally who has fought for us, who made it possible for mutants to dream of a normal life?"

  Shhhhh~

  "He's here." Magneto felt the ground tremble and strode out of his room. "We won't fight him. This isn't our war, nor our burden. Hydra is also our enemy—never forget that."

  Quickly, all of the X-Men members rushed out of the school building and looked above the wn. A sole, red, and metallic suit of armor hovered there.

  "Erik, hand him over!" Tony's voice reverberated.

  "Stark, I'll hand over the hostage, but only if you come back tomorrow. Right now, you reek of bloodlust, and I can hear it in your voice. You'll kill him without hesitation." Erik tried to de-escate the situation. "Come back tomorrow and do whatever you want with—"

  But Magneto shut his mouth as he heard ten more Iron Guardians reach them and hover beside Tony, five on each of his sides. All of the Iron Guardians raised their hands towards the X-Men.

  "This isn't about you, Erik, or mutants. Not even close. Last chance—hand over the damn Winter Soldier!" Tony's voice cut through, loaded with fury.

  Magneto looked at Jean and the others beside him and shrugged. There was nothing else he could do without ruining the retionship they had built with Tony. Trying to save the killer of Tony's parents was the ultimate betrayal.

  "Let me try."

  Magneto looked behind in surprise. "Ororo? I would suggest otherwise."

  Ororo didn't listen and took to the sky, flying slowly towards Tony until she was an arm's length away from him, face to face.

  "You can't change my mind, Ororo." Tony rejected her before she said anything.

  "Don't let yourself become a killer, Tony," Ororo softly said and raised her hand towards Tony. But midway through she stopped and retracted it. "That man was mentally corrupted and brainwashed to follow Hydra's orders. He had no control over his own body. Hydra commanders used trigger words that made him a killing machine, and he remembers every soul he killed to this day. Even with the brainwashing removed, he'll remember it till his death."

  "He killed my mom, Ororo. And I'm not letting this slide until I hear him admit it. To my face!"

  "And you'll swear to me that you won't try to kill him?"

  Tony didn't respond to that.

  "Tony… don't let anger consume you." Ororo flew slightly closer to Tony, her hand finally reaching and holding his metal-covered arm. "If not for yourself, then for what's growing inside me."

  "What?" Tony's body jerked in disbelief. He quickly made Jarvis scan Ororo's body and sure enough, the signs were there. That left him even more shocked. "How? That night… you told me to…"

  "I don't know how it happened, Tony. Despite all the precautions, it still did. I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't want this, and I made my decision. I took part in this willingly, and I have no reason to bme you," Ororo solemnly expined, still staring at Tony's visor-covered face.

  Tony did remove that visor from his face so he could get a natural look. As the breeze hit his skin, his eyes gnced down at Ororo's belly which didn't look any different despite it being months since their st exchange.

  Then he looked up at Ororo's face, her white hair fluttering in the wind, her blue eyes filled with concern for him. He truly couldn't tell how he should respond to this. He was still filled with fury but now, wanting to unleash it made him feel petty.

  His blood still boiled, his desire to bst something or someone only boiling further. Yet, standing in Ororo's gaze, he didn't want to stoop that low. There were too many contradictory thoughts.

  Woosh!

  All of a sudden, the Iron Guardians around Tony started flying away one by one.

  "I'm not forgiving him. Not now, not ever. And the murder? I won't forget that, either. When I get back, I'm handling it. In the most fitting way possible." Tony's figure slowly started flying backward. "Let's talk when I'm back."

  "Where are you going?" Ororo asked.

  "The root of all my problems."

  Woosh!

  Tony bsted off without giving a direct answer.

  Ororo watched for a moment, discerning his direction. She then took out her phone and informed Raven about what had happened and where he might be heading.

  ####

  "Tony, stop! You can't go there alone."

  "Cut it, Cap. I've made up my mind, and I'm doing this—no discussion. As the President, I am ordering you to stand down." Tony's voice crackled through the comms as he continued to jet off across the Atntic ocean, behind him an army of Iron Guardians of varying sizes followed, numbering a hundred.

  "But–"

  "I can't hear you." Tony ended the final call and picked up the speed. After speaking with Natasha and then Darcy about his 3-day vacation, he went completely offline, entering stealth mode of his suit.

  His destination, Eastern Europe.

  His enemy, Hydra.

  He already had a few Hydra secret bases marked on the map, and he hoped to find more along the way by infiltrating the Hydra network. This time he had no desire to go slow, and total destruction was the only goal he had.

  Soon, his army of Iron Guardians reached Germany. It was a small but still a significant Hydra base. Instead of bombarding it from the sky, Tony nded down in Stealth Mode and infiltrated the base using the other stealth-focused Iron Guardians.

  With his bleeding-edge tech, he scanned the entire base from the top to its deepest floor. He knew how many humans and animals were inside. Once he infiltrated the network, Jarvis even revealed if there were any hostages held there.

  Once he was done preparing, he pnted explosives in strategic locations before saving the civilian hostages. After that, he flew back into the sky, and with a single command, the entire Hydra base crumpled into itself, turning into a hellish rubble of fire and dead bodies. A quick notification was sent to SHIELD, NATO, and the President's office back home as soon as he left for his second target.

  France, UK, Mediterranean, Egypt, India, Brazil, China, Japan—Tony moved without any regard wherever he found Hydra's headquarters. His flight path was random because he grabbed intel about the next base from the one he'd destroy.

  However, outside the EU, he had to be careful, especially in China. But he still completed his goal and destroyed the Hydra facility. Slowly, the red dots on the map started to vanish. His speed was unmatched by the Iron Guardians.

  "Alright, next stop, Sokovia." Tony flew above the massive Hydra base in the middle of the mountains. As per the documents from other Hydra bases, this was a research facility.

  "Sir, an energy shield of a simir pattern as the Tesseract is surrounding the facility," Jarvis notified.

  Tony hummed and quickly accessed the SHIELD files. He looked around for the items gathered from the New York invasion and quickly found the missing item. It was Loki's scepter that he used to control minds.

  "Shield and Hydra were the same at that point, I guess." Tony sighed and pnned an attack. "Check if I can use the Arc Reactor to take down that energy field. I did make the new one from the Tesseract, after all."

  "Affirmative, Sir. You can cross the shield."

  Tony took a deep breath and looked behind. More than fifty Iron Guardians were still left, although somewhat bruised. Heck, his own nano-tech armor was on the verge of its tolerance. He had truly abused his tech to the peak. A new upgrade was in order, he reckoned.

  "Let's go all out, Jarvis. Go in guns bzing." Tony flew forward and crossed the Energy Shield. Behind him, the Iron Guardians did the same.

  Woosh!

  Instantly, the base's air defense responded with missiles.

  "Toys," Tony muttered and dealt with them with ease, continuing to make his way towards the entrance of the base. At the same time, Jarvis scanned the entire facility.

  "Just over a thousand men, Sir. Additionally, they have a Chitauri Leviathan stored underground, along with the source of the high energy."

  "A research facility indeed," Tony muttered and let the Iron Guardians go in first to take down the defenses and armed men. "Any hostages?"

  "None, Sir. However, there are two figures in the lower levels near the leviathan and energy center. Both emit peculiar energy signatures, akin to an energy shield. One is a female, while the male is… moving at Mach 10 speed."

  Mutants? Experimentation? Tony wondered silently and continued to make his way deeper into the facility. Since he already had the yout, he headed to what looked like the control room.

  "Yeah, this could get messy. Keep a couple of Iron Guardians close by, just in case. And for the love of everything, activate the mind protection protocols. I don't want another Jean incident."

  Slightly more careful, Tony entered the control center and quickly copied all the files. At the same time, he took over the security cameras to find the boss of the base.

  "Let's make our way down."

  He bsted through armed men, some in the clothes of soldiers and others in b coats. Tony showed no hesitation in acting like a soldier. Hydra, true to its name, multiplied too quickly if not thoroughly wiped out.

  "Sir, the two figures are moving."

  Tony remained vigint and kept going downstairs, eventually arriving in a massive, underground research area. An entire Leviathan was hanging in the air there, slowly getting dismantled. There were also Chitauri weapons sprinkled around, and a few ripoffs of his Iron Man suit.

  Who else has access to Chitauri bodies? He wondered.

  "Sir, they are right behind you." Jarvis notified him inside his helmet.

  Tony still didn't react and continued to walk towards Loki's scepter standing erect in some sort of a machine.

  "Sir, the woman is extremely close to you."

  Ugh… I feel dizzy all of a sudden.

  Tony used other cameras across his suit to look in 360 degrees. He noticed the brown-haired girl holding her hands around his head, her fingers moving in weird ways. A hint of red, translucent energy was emanating from her fingers.

  Another telepath? No, this feels different.

  "It's not working," Tony suddenly commented and continued to walk forward towards the staff. "But hey, now that I've seen you, I think I found your files in the database. Wanda Maximoff... and Pietro Maximoff."

  Cnk!

  Shocked by Tony addressing them all of a sudden, the twins failed to react before Tony could grab the scepter.

  Then finally, Tony turned around and looked at the two figures clearly. Wanda was dressed in simple pants and a dark, patterned dress while Pietro wore a tracksuit. Both of them looked physically unstable, with dark circles under their eyes.

  By then, Jarvis searched through the database of the country and handed him a report that unsettled Tony a bit. Their parents died in a US-backed bombing, which used Stark Industries weapons at that time.

  The cycle continues. I'm their Winter Soldier, I guess…

  "Did you know you were kidnapped by Hydra? Yeah, a Nazi-era evil organization that tried to take over the world. Even in Sokovia… Ah, you won't believe me even if I say it."

  "W-Why didn't it work on you?" Wanda murmured in disbelief.

  "Work what?" Tony asked.

  "My…" Wanda raised her hands towards Tony again, her breath hitched. "You…"

  Let's go home.

  Tony gripped the scepter tighter and gave out the command. "Do it!"

  Pooooof!

  Out of nowhere, a dozen Iron Guardian armors became visible, coming out of their stealth mode. Out of their bodies, a thick green smoke spilled, sweeping through the whole area at a speed unmatched.

  Thud!

  Wanda fell to the floor instantly.

  "What did you do to my sist—"

  Boom!

  "Aargh!" Tony fell back harshly, shocked. He felt physical pain across his body, his face, and mainly his chest. His armor sensors screamed danger at that blunt impact.

  Thud!

  With a metallic sound, he crashed on the floor, and right in front of him was Pietro, his shoulder smashed into his chest, also unconscious by now.

  "Sir, he ran at Mach 20 speed," Jarvis notified.

  Tony sucked in a cold breath and looked at the damage to his body. A chunk of his helmet was missing, and a major chunk of his chest armor was in ruins, some of the nanotech pieces didn't even get time to move apart and absorb the damage. They simply ruptured into Tony's chest, wounding him like shrapnel yet again.

  "That was… dangerous." Tony breathed, feeling the impact as the adrenaline faded. It wasn't life-threatening or even serious, but it was significant damage to his body. "I seriously need to upgrade my suit."

  Still, Tony had enough emergency features in his suit to keep running. He got up and looked around as the mist faded away. Then, he injected a serum into Pietro and Wanda's body to keep them asleep through the journey.

  After that, two Iron guardians came over, encased the twins, and flew away towards X-Mansion as that was the only pce Tony believed they could be held safely.

  As for the massive Hydra facility, Tony truly bombed it to smithereens using an Arc Reactor-based bomb. By the end, only a small crater was left in its pce, everything else obliterated to nothing.

  "Jarvis, how many days have I been pying superhero tag?"

  "Three days and four hours, Sir."

  Sighing, Tony flew into the sky, heading back home. He felt slightly clearer in the head now, the anger wasn't completely lost but it was under control.

  "Start analyzing the data we collected," Tony ordered. "Oh, and get Dr. Cho over to Stark Tower—pretty sure I'm not supposed to bleed this much. Speaking of bleeding, how's the stock holding up?"

  "I bought the dip, Sir."

  "Good job."

  ####

  "Ugh… Helen?" Tony called for the doctor as he flew into his top-floor mansion of the Stark Tower. His armor chipped in pces, his body bruised and wounded.

  "Mr. Stark!"

  Tony heard her and simply went to the nearest couch and plopped down on it. His nanotech armor automatically vanished from his frame, revealing his body's true state.

  "What happened, Mr. Stark?" Helen rushed over with medical equipment, already dressed in a modest doctor's coat over her pants and shirt. The Asian beauty was a world-renowned geneticist and a close friend of his working on X-gene research with him at Stark Industries.

  Tony rubbed his face with a wince, smearing the mix of dried blood and bruises like it was war paint for an afterparty. He let out a deep breath, giving Helen Cho a half-smirk as she snipped his shirt open with surgical scissors. "Hydra's out of commission… Was a pretty big facility. Guess they're compensating for something."

  "You went alone?" Helen asked, her hands moving quickly to stitch his wounds and clean the smaller ones. "Overcompensating for something?"

  "Hah… Needed to clear my head," Tony replied, appreciating her polite yet humorous personality. The st thing he needed was a lecture. "How's the research going?"

  "Can you sit up?"

  "Nope."

  "Uh, fine." Helen suddenly stood up and straddled Tony's legs to get a better angle for the stitches on his chest. However, where her hips pressed on was far from mere professional work. "It's gonna hurt."

  "Ah!" Tony jerked a bit, though that made it worse for the warmth he felt on his crotch. It was no longer in his control to keep the little Tony calm. He just stared at her focused face in silence.

  "The Regeneration Cradle's nearly complete, but adding the X-Gene isn't advisable yet. It's too risky, Tony," Helen answered his previous question, almost done with the quick stitches and first aid. "But I'll need you to take a look at the machine. You pushed for it, after all."

  "I need this to win the Midterms by a ndslide—big enough to make headlines. This tech can heal life-ending injuries, great for soldiers, road accidents, or anything in between. If it works, Stark Industries will have it mainstream in a year," Tony replied and gently touched her hand resting on his chest, done with stitching up the st wound. "Better start working on that speech. You'll be in the headlines for this one."

  Helen rolled her eyes and sat back, her weight further pressing down on his fully hardened shaft. There was no way she didn't feel it. "I'm not chasing credit, Tony."

  "I know, but hey, a little recognition never hurt anyone. Maybe a Nobel, if we really crank it up. Not that it matters, of course. Just a small detail." Tony babbled, noticing Helen's eyes particurly explorative over his naked torso. He was rather proud of how he'd kept himself in shape. He was by no means a six-pack abs Captain America, but he was somewhere close.

  "Hmm… Anyway, what now?" Helen asked, her gaze soft as she looked down at Tony. Her hands rested over his abdomen, fingers warm as they gently traced his skin. "Should I head back to the research center?"

  Seeing that look in her eyes, Tony knew where this was headed. Well, this wasn't the first time he was having such a moment with Helen. They'd been unprofessional for quite a while.

  "Eh, yeah, I could use some company. Head's a bit fuzzy right now. Could use a distraction," Tony replied, reaching out for her face with his right hand. As soon as his fingers traced her cheek, Helen eased her face into his palm.

  "I've been a bit of a disaster tely, but hey, at least I'm consistent," he added.

  Helen leaned down on his body, slowly bringing her stunningly fair face closer to his. Both her delicate hands gently combed through his hair, massaging his scalp. "Maybe I can help?"

  "Maybe you should."

  Helen leaned down even lower and pressed a kiss on his lips. Her lips parted, their tongues finding each other's instantly before Tony's found its way into her mouth. Warmth filled her chest as his lips pressed against hers, her head feeling hot and dizzy as his hand slid under her white coat and onto the curve of her waist.

  Their mouths continued to suckle and nibble on each other's lips, the tongues stroking wide, exploring their depths. Tony's hands pyfully dove under her shirt, leaving a hot trail behind them as they made their way up her slim waist and caressed her smooth skin over and over.

  Down his finger went, tasting the velvety touch of her skin, reaching for her sinfully curving ass. He loved the way she'd grind on his eager bulge, helping her along with gentle pushes of his fingers.

  He let her lithe form grind and bump against him while they kissed, bringing out more and more of his craving like beckoning waves. He closed his eyes, letting the kiss linger, feeling her weight pressing down on his body greedily.

  "Ugh, getting in the way," Helen groaned suddenly and broke the kiss to sit back. Her hands worked hastily to remove her white coat, and then swiftly lifted her shirt and threw it away.

  Just in her simple bck bra and pants, she once again leaned down and kissed Tony with reinforced hunger. This wasn't new to her or Tony. Both of them being severely busy with their work with barely any time to date, they understood how important it was to let go of their sexual needs once in a while.

  But Tony couldn't wait to see her hot unrestrained look. That shimmering bck bra, her fair gssy skin, and those pants that barely clung to her hips; practically reminded him of his youthful days. He wanted to feel her more and savor her supple mounds with more than just his hands. So, his arms reached around her back and easily unhooked her bck bra, leaving it to dangle and slide down her arms.

  Helen could already see the thirst in his eyes. Without wasting a beat, she removed her bra completely and threw it away without a care. Her beautifully formed, naked, creamy breasts dangled in front of Tony, teasing him even more. Her hardening pink tips called out to him, causing his straining cock to twitch in excitement.

  Tony's one hand caressed her smooth back, pulling her down a bit closer to him, and the other gently kneaded and stroked her sweetly curved mound. The marshmallowy sensation felt wonderful under his rough palm, almost heavenly. He reshaped the underside of her breast in gentle squeezes, kissing the spilling flesh between his fingers with a long salivating lick.

  Sensing his unrestrained lust, Helen shifted up on her own, eager for his full attention on her sensitive swells. She gave him her breasts to lick and bite, letting him smother his face between her aroused peaks.

  He loved her tantalizing offer, nibbling and licking, his slithering tongue covering her fair skin with gleaming spit. He squeezed them, massaged them, feasting on them like a hungry wolf. In a part of his mind, he wanted to vent out his fatigue and frustration through this bodily exchange of pleasure.

  Helen felt the shivers in her belly, building up into a scorching craving. Her sensitive nipples were pyed with thoroughly while the heat in her loins was already salivating for something more. She couldn't wait anymore, wanting that sizable cock to quench her thirst.

  She sat back once again, looking down at his face with a shy smile. "Let's check if you're wounded anywhere else, shall we?"

  "Beauty with brains, as great as I remember," Tony complimented.

  Helen giggled and shifted back from her position, getting off his legs. She then spread his legs, letting one of Tony's legs fall from the couch. She settled between his knees and unbuckled his belt, all the while locking gazes with Tony's pyful look.

  Tony could feel the excitement course through his body, the lower she pulled his pants down, the more his cock twitched, ready to go. He knew she pulled his pants and underwear off intentionally slow, teasing him with that pyful look in her eyes.

  Before he knew it, Helen started gently circling her slender fingers around his full erection, sliding her hands up and down in loving strokes. She then crawled back to his chest, kissing and licking his stomach, slowly trailing her tongue down his muscles while her hands kept massaging his cock. Her butterfly kisses sent shivers up his spine.

  However, once she reached his pelvis, she didn't take him in as he desperately wanted her to. She tilted his cock upwards and licked the base of his shaft, sthering her tongue over his family jewels. Her tongue expertly danced around his balls, licking her way up his length inch by inch. She covered his entire cock with her spit, up to the tip, and from there she parted her lips a bit wider.

  "Ummm…" She welcomed his swollen head into her mouth, sucking in and pulling back as her head went lower and lower, tasting his precum. His cock went deeper and deeper with every nod of her head, sucking and releasing, gulping him down to her throat bit by agonizing bit.

  Tony felt the muscles of his belly knot up every time she went in deeper, feeling as though his cock was plunging into a hot, squelching vacuum. He could feel her tongue massaging his cockhead inside, squeezing him against the ceiling of her mouth. Her throat felt warm and slippery, embracing him tightly with each shove.

  Helen continued to suck him down near his base, her tongue circling the rim of his crown every time she pulled up. Her spit-covered hands massaged his balls, her head nodding up and down in slow motions. Every time she tried to take him in deep, feeling like her throat couldn't fully take his length, she would move to suckle his balls, licking and gently nibbling on his wrinkled skin.

  She shifted her position after gulping breaths, lowering her torso, then began bobbing her head back and forth once more, literally fucking her own face with his iron-hard erection. She gagged and gasped between squelching slides masking it with wide licks on his cock head, but still, she kept going.

  "Alright, I think the bath's ready." Tony suddenly shifted and shamelessly sat up, his glistening cock with her spit still erect. "Care to join?"

  "Bath? When—Ahh!"

  Tony suddenly lifted her in a bridal carry and took her to the bathroom with wide strides. Inside, the rge bathtub was already steaming with hot water.

  "Wait, wait, let me take off my pa…" Helen compined.

  But Tony simply stepped into the tub and sat down, drenching Helen's pants too.

  She groaned but Tony stifled it with a kiss, pulling her onto his body. His hands moved with practiced ease. He unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down quickly. He couldn't wait to ravage the beauty in front of him, wanting to hear her moans echo with the acoustics of his spacious bathroom.

  Helen kicked her drenched pants off completely and sat in the water with nothing on but her thin, bck, seamless panties. It clung to her curves like a second skin, tempting Tony with the imprint of her slit.

  Sitting face to face in the spacious, luxurious tub, Tony's hands dove between her legs and reached for her panties. He fondled her scorching hot core with a cup of his palm for a while, seeing her face blush and her body quiver for him. Then his fingers slipped underneath the stretching fabric and his fingertips glided down her skin, rubbing against her swollen clit. His digits started to gently brush against her moist petals and curl along the lining of her entrance, making her gasp and squirm.

  She whimpered and exhaled when she felt his digit slide into her. She leaned over to kiss him deeply once more. Her body reacted adorably to his touch, her knees slightly spreading wider. Her left hand went into his hair, gently gripping a fistful, just the way he liked it. Helen arched her ass up and used her left hand to slip her panties down and off her curling little toes, giving Tony all of the freedom he needed to finger her without restraint.

  That whole time they kissed; Tony tasted the gasps of her breath each time he flicked her little bundle of nerves with his thumb. His finger plunged in and out of her wildly.

  "I can feel it… my mind's clearing up," Tony quipped.

  "Gd I could help."

  Helen shifted her position in the rge bathtub, pcing her knees on the sides of Tony's p. She straddled his waist and slowly lowered herself onto his saluting cock. She felt the way his swollen head parted her lower lips, stretching her petals to make way for his rge girth. She loved the way his cock felt, so big and filling, spearing through her wet walls like a powerful man on a mission.

  Perhaps that was the reason she only ever accepted Tony as her partner for such unprofessional evenings.

  "Ugh…." Tony groaned a little as he felt the contrasting heat. Helen's pussy felt searing, the heat crawling down the length of his straining flesh little by little, the warm water felt cold in comparison. The tight embrace of her molten need enveloped his cock with wonderful massages, causing his shaft to throb.

  He couldn't help himself, grabbing her hips with both hands and pulling her down even faster, wanting to let out all his pent-up needs.

  "Ahh!" Helen cried out, surprised at the fast motion and instant collision on her deepest walls. Her belly contracted, squeezing hard around his cock.

  Tony started thrusting upward, sliding his slippery cock in and out of her sweet, burning pussy, and he loved every second of it. He slid down a bit in the tub and rocked his hips up, noting what angles made Helen clutch his hair tighter. He used his thighs to buck against hers and his hands to lift her light frame, plunging her down on his cock a second ter with a spsh of the bath water, fucking her as hard and deep as he could. Wave after wave of spshes echoed like a symphony.

  He smmed himself deep, recklessly, again and again, uncaring of the mess of the bathroom floor. He then forcefully leaned up towards her jolting breasts, capturing her hard nipple with his mouth, going left and right, as if he was devouring a ripe, juicy fruit. He nipped and suckled, licked, and teased, leaving red marks on her pristine skin.

  He could feel her pussy clench around him with every bite on her breast, her body reacting, loving everything he did. He obliged in kind, throwing her down on his throbbing hardness over and over while he feasted on the pale mounds of her fragrant flesh.

  "Ah ah ahhhhh! To–tony… Fuck!"

  As he continued to slide against the walls of her love canal, he could hear Helen moan and yelp, each thrust pulling out those lewd sounds. He pulled her in deep, forcing her to grind on his cock with his hands securely gripping on her tender hips, swishing her ass around as his cock churned her insides.

  With greedy pumps, his cockhead danced deep around her cervix, like a wet, one-eyed serpent looking for its nest. The water rippled with his movements; wave after wave spshing out and onto the bathroom floor.

  "Fuck! Ahh…" Helen quivered uncontrolbly, helpless from the heavy attack from both her sensitive spots. She couldn't hold on anymore, her deepest walls were struck with the force of his unforgiving thrusts. The pleasure in her core finally shattered her very being, sending her over the edge. Bliss washed over her, and her spine felt numb.

  She fell forward onto Tony's face, crying in a euphoric climax. Her own weight became her enemy, leaving her completely impaled on his lengthy shaft.

  Tony could feel it all, her insides flooding with boiling heat, her nectar covering his entire cock. He kept thrusting for a moment, letting the wild and wonderful waves crash through her body. And when he finally felt her pussy rexing the grip, he pulled out.

  He moved away, the water made it easy for him to slide her body off his legs. He stood up in the tub, stroking his still-straining cock while his veins throbbed in his hands. Coming out of the water, the air in the bathroom felt utterly cold, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.

  "Come here… You know I love this part," Helen murmured.

  Without a second thought, Helen shifted to kneel in front of him, her body still halfway submerged in the lukewarm water. Her lips, full and slick with saliva, engulfed Tony's hard cock, the immediate warmth and wetness causing Tony to inhale sharply.

  Her tongue flicked and swirled, her head bobbing along his length, knowing exactly which spots would drive Tony wild. She licked every nook of his cock, suckling deeply, savoring the way his body bucked towards her face. She gestured for him to start thrusting, her palms pulling his thighs closer, fucking her mouth completely.

  Tears were already welling up in her eyes, and she was trying her best to resist her gag reflex. Her hands fondled his balls, trailed around his thighs, and hugged his hips to make his cock go deeper into her throat with each thrust.

  Tony adjusted the pace and started helping her out by guiding her head, his fingers sinking into her raven hair. His length slid in and out following the rhythm of her sucking lips, drooling around him as he ventured deeper into her throat.

  He could already feel the tension threatening to burst out, so he started pulling her a fraction of an inch closer every few thrusts. He even held her face against his crotch a couple of times and stopped her from pulling back, burying in deep. He felt ecstasy from the feeling of her throat desperately squeezing around the swollen head of his cock.

  "Ghk! Ghk…" She gagged and gasped between squelching plunges.

  "Ugh!" Tony finally abandoned himself to pleasure and allowed his molten cream to explode in her throat. As bursts of his batter filled her mouth up, his body convulsed in spasms. His hands kept her head in pce to take all of him in. Not being forceful but it was simply what Helen was into.

  His shaft flexed, straining to send in every st drop for her to eat up.

  Helen swallowed it all without losing a drop, her lips sealed around his girth, her teary eyes looking up at him. It was visible as her throat moved, and he could even feel it on his cockhead. So hot, and so amazing, how she did that was a work of art.

  After gulping down every st drop, Helen suckled again while pulling back from Tony's body. She sucked and licked inside, cleaning his length from any trace of his sticky, white seeds.

  Tony grimaced, feeling his knees tremble at being milked so forcefully. Her lips slowly pulled back, sealed so tight that he almost pushed her away. But he didn't need to.

  Spsh!

  Helen fell back deeper into the lukewarm water, rexing entirely against the edge of the tub.

  Tony also slumped back into the water, rexing, naked, and spent. He sat face to face with her, letting Helen slide her dainty little feet to the sides of his torso, showing him the view of her flushed petals between his legs under the water. All his doing.

  He leaned back on the tub's edge, pressing the rge faucet to add some more hot water.

  "God, I needed this. Staying in the b was getting on my nerves." Helen groaned as her eyes closed and leaned back deeper into the water, all but her face submerged in the tub.

  Tony sat like he was on a chair, back straight, eyes on the woman. The more he looked at her the more he felt a desire rise in him—a desire to be somewhere.

  "Helen… I think I'll head out."

  "To where?" Helen didn't even open her eyes, too used to Tony's theatrics.

  "To a certain school."

  "Now?" she asked.

  Tony shrugged and rexed back in the tub. "No, How about a second round first? Then maybe, if we're lucky, sleep. But only if I'm not convinced there's a third round in me."

  "Heh, I knew you'd say that."

  Tony chuckled fondly, eyes closed and soaking his fatigue away.

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  The next morning, dressed in a simple white shirt and bck pants, Tony flew over the New York sky without his face visor, feeling the wind strike him. He didn't fly fast either, trying to gather his thoughts.

  Although headed in the direction of the X-Mansion, Tony took a small detour and went to a Stark Family-owned estate. A rge mansion outside the city with plenty of greenery around. He remembered pying at that house when he was young.

  Shhh~

  As smoothly as he could, he nded away from the main mansion, near a rge tree. Underneath were two graves—Howard Anthony Stark and Maria Collins Carbonell Stark.

  "Hey, Mom and… Dad." Tony's armor vanished as he walked closer to the properly maintained graves. "Been a while."

  One of the reasons he flew so slowly was because of the item he carried—Flowers for his parents.

  First, he pced some on his father's grave, and then his mother's, beside which he also sat down, nonchantly wiping some dust he saw. He said nothing for a long time, just breathing deeply and looking left and right.

  He still remembered every single second of that day. Before they left for the Bahamas. How she pyed the piano and sang. How he fought with his dad.

  "I wonder if... Dad would've been proud of what I've become," Tony muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'd have loved for you to see me take that President's oath, Mom. Wait, could I have made you the First Lady? Doesn't have to be the wife, right? No? Okay, I'm rambling again."

  He forgot how many times he sighed and held back from saying anything. Eventually, he stood up again, wanting to move on.

  "Oh, by the way. I didn't exactly pn this, but uh... turns out I'm going to be a dad soon," he said, pausing as if expecting some kind of cosmic response. "So, wish me luck, Mom… Dad."

  With that, he softly took off into the sky without ruining the green grass around the grave.

  "Sir."

  "Shoot, Jarvis. What happened?"

  "Sir, I believe your father would have been immensely proud of you. The statistical and numerical impact you've had on the world, through both your technology and influence, is undeniable. If I may, I've calcuted it using my—"

  "Okay, okay, zip it. You're killing the vibe. Hit me with some tunes."

  "Understood, Sir."

  Nonetheless, Tony wasn't that heartless.

  "But thanks for cheering me up, buddy."

  "My pleasure, Mr. Stark."