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Woosh!
Iron Guardians, the name given to the pilotless suits, jetted through the skies of Los Angeles. It was daytime, the city was bustling with activity. People spotted the red, flying suit right away, taking pictures and videos whenever possible.
But Iron Guardian number 9 had a mission. An accident had been reported involving a biker and a trailer truck. The Iron Guardian reached it in record time and landed with a metallic thud.
There was no fire, but the truck's trailer had overturned, crushing the entire motorbike and the rider's legs. He was barely breathing through his helmet, his lower body crushed into pieces of bones.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help," Tony's voice came from the suit. Through the sensors, the suit checked the man's vitals and then proceeded to lift the trailer and shove it away. Quickly after, the suit ran a quick diagnosis on the man's lower body. "Bad, but you'll walk again."
The Iron Guardian wrapped any visible open wound and gave first aid. It could do plenty more, like performing emergency surgery. But it held back as the sound of ambulances and fire trucks started to approach.
A few minutes later, the Iron Guardian took to the sky once again. Dozens of people near the site of the accident had already recorded everything, and uploaded it on their social media accounts. It was too easy being viral as Iron Man.
Meanwhile, many miles up north, another Iron Guardian landed inside an expensive mansion in a good part of San Francisco. It walked in with authority and located the distressed party. A call had been made from there that someone was suffering a heart attack.
The suit found the patient, and a few other family members in the mansion's hall, trying to hold the patient, who was in his sixties.
"Please, move away," Iron Guardian ordered and checked the vitals. With a plethora of medical instruments added to the suit, it placed its palm on the old man's chest and used it as a defibrillator. At the same time, an emergency heart attack medicine was injected into the bloodstream.
"He's safe." The Iron Guardian announced as the heart attack subsided, despite the condition being fragile. It waited until the first responders arrived and took over the situation, thanking Iron Man plenty of times for the help.
Right after that, the Iron Guardian soared back into the sky in search of the next emergency.
It was a shocking day for the people of California. The Iron Guardians stopped car chases, and armed robberies, even saving civilians by catching bullets itself. Using the sensors, they also caught large drug shipments, caught illegal firearm sales, and stopped disasters such as fires.
Slowly, the internet buzzed with video footage of Iron Man appearing throughout the state of California. It didn't take too long before people found out about the new YouTube channel live streaming. With the faces of people blurred in real-time, the 'Tony Stark' YouTube channel gathered tens of thousands of live viewers in an instant, earning a million subscribers in the first three days.
Before long, mainstream media began to cover the news as well, and that was the moment Tony decided to come out of his hermit mansion and show his face to the world. He hadn't done so in a long time, but he had accepted an in-studio live interview with a news channel.
"Please don't say something crazy. The board is already nervous about your presidential bid." Pepper Potts came to make sure Tony looked his best for that evening interview. Having been his assistant for so long, it was just an instinct.
Tony scoffed, taking a shot of whiskey while Pepper tied his necktie. "Nervous? They should be excited to see me in the Oval Office."
"They are, but they're also afraid you'll say something... unpleasant."
Tony shrugged, "Sounds like a they problem."
"Tony, I also needed to speak with you about the Expo—"
Tony ignored her as soon as she said that and grabbed his suit jacket. Then, he stepped into his new Mark V armor. "Expo stays, Pepper."
"We're wasting money!" She had to shout as the suit's boosters made noise.
Tony still shook his head. Expo was one thing he didn't feel like budging on. Without giving her another verbal refusal, he simply flew away in his armor, flying straight to the news station's building.
An hour before the interview, he landed on the terrace of the building. Since his interview was to be shown live during Prime Time, the sky was already dark. The distant sound of a police siren made him wonder if he should add a few more Iron Guardians.
"Early? Never thought I'd see such a day, Mr. Stark."
Tony looked towards the terrace doorway of the building, finding a tall, slender, blonde woman walking towards him. Her shoulder-length hair was neatly made for that day, while her two piece dress was sleeveless; A blouse with a deep neck, and a knee-length professional skirt, hugging her feminine flesh.
Tony was no stranger to her, having known her outside and inside—literally. It being her was the whole reason why he agreed to the interview. "Ready for the career-making interview of your lifetime, Ms. Everhart?"
She approached him with a big, pearly-white smile showcased. "You know me well, Mr. Stark."
"Too well," Tony replied, knowing very well why she stood so close to him with that deep neck of her dress. Though, even placing sex appeal aside, Tony felt the need to have a few newsroom faces in his pocket, or at least in favor. You never know when you might need them.
"I will revise you through the big-hitter questions, Mr. Stark. I can't appear too docile, can I?" she said, sidestepping and inviting him to the elevator.
Tony couldn't care less about questions since he had a fixed agenda behind coming there. But still, he remembered Pepper's advice and agreed to listen. He didn't take off his suit either and walked into the elevator with her.
"Ms. Potts will be heavily discussed this time. You just made her the new CEO, and too many people are curious about the reasoning."
She should be here to answer these then. Tony felt annoyed already, remembering why he hated interviews like these.
But he tolerated it and arrived at the main floor of the news station. However, just as they were passing by the restroom, he felt the urge to pee. "Just a minute, Ms. Everhart."
Tony walked into the restroom and stepped out of his metal suit. He relieved himself first and then fixed his hair at the sink and the mirror.
"No need to worry. The makeup department will do a touchup." Christine Everhart shamelessly walked into the men's restroom, her black, high-heeled footwear tapping on the floor with an echo.
Tony didn't bother looking and continued to fix his hair. "What else is on the list of questions? My breakfast and dinner?"
Christine walked closer to Tony and acted like she was helping him with his tie, a gesture Tony allowed her to continue as he got a nice view of her hills. "Why not? You're a man that the country admires. They'd love to know what a day is like in Tony Stark's life."
"Living like a hermit in my workshop," Tony replied honestly, glazing into her blue eyes. "You haven't seen it, have you?"
"I couldn't, last time."
Tony just hummed, "True, it's only for a select few."
"Really?" Christine stepped closer to Tony suddenly, pushing the front of her body against his suit-clad chest, her hands still on his tie. "Any chance I can be added to that list?"
In your dreams maybe? Tony thought but didn't say it out loud.
After all, when a lamb willingly came for the slaughter, who was he to say no? If he refused, it'd be a shame to the Stark name.
"Depends on how good you are," Tony replied, placing his hands on her waist, feeling how thin it was. "In the interview… of course."
"Hmm… Of Course." She hummed and looked back towards the door for a moment. Then, she pushed Tony towards the toilet stalls. She moved him into one of the empty ones and made him take a seat on a closed toilet lid. "We have enough time… to revise the questions."
Without turning, she locked the stall's door behind her while continuing to stare at Tony with a sultry look on her face. She knew she was a nobody in Tony's eyes, just a hot blond with a little role in the grand scheme of things. She knew it wasn't far from reality either.
But, if being a hot blonde could earn her a few extra points with the future President of the country, it was all worth it. She didn't hope for money, or power; just a few good interviews every once in a blue moon.
"Shall we start revising, Mr. Stark?" Christine asked as her body leaned closer to him.
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