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A little more than an hour later, they all arrived on the Helicarrier.
Loki was quickly thrown into the special cell, and everyone else gathered for a quick meeting. It went better than expected as the entire interaction in the Quinjet was also transmitted to Fury. All were already aware of the alien invasion threat.
So, Tony got together with Bruce and quickly started building the device to find the Tesseract. That was the easy part since they also had the scepter with them. By matching the Gamma readings, they could scan the world.
"Did the jabs help?" Tony asked as he worked with Bruce side by side, granting access to his higher processing units back in the Stark tower so they could analyze the data faster.
"Yeah, thanks for that, Tony. Things are just calm now. The big guy's still in there, but don't worry, he's just… sleeping," Bruce muttered, truly grateful to Tony since he personally lacked the wealth and the pull to secure his freedom without joining some side. Now, he was just a Stark Industries registered researcher, and the company backed his freedom. SHIELD, the government, nobody could do anything. "By the way, I read your file on the Tesseract. You know exactly what they're doing, Tony! Why find it for them? Why are you being their Oppenheimer?"
"Oppenheimer?" Steve walked in just then. Of all the names, he had read about that one during the war. "What's going on? Are you planning on something, Mr. Stark?"
Tony looked at the old man wearing a young skin. "Depends—Are you loyal to the country or the government?"
"What's the difference?" Steve asked, his brows furrowed.
Tony chuckled and shared a glance with Bruce, who was also chuckling. "It's the twenty-first century, Cap. What you see could be an illusion, and what you hear could be a lie. It's a planet with billions of Lokis—things are different. Why don't you pop over to level five and check the warehouse? I hear there are answers about what Fury's hiding there."
Steve sternly looked at Tony's face, wanting to retort. But, having met him before, he silently retreated and left the lab.
"Why are you treating him like a kid?" Bruce asked from the side.
Tony shrugged and returned to work. "The guy's still a kid at heart. I mean, how old was he when he turned into a popsicle? Twenty-something? No wonder he's got that over-the-top patriotic vibe going on. Just give him a couple of years—he'll be downing whiskeys and contemplating the meaning of life like a true hero."
"Can't you stop all this?" Bruce asked suddenly, stopping the work. "You'll be doing a service to the world."
"Can't—It's not November yet."
Bruce smirked at that and got back to it. "You just earned my vote."
"Great, looks like my charm's working. Anyway, I'm off to recharge my batteries with a quick nap. If the sensors start beeping, call me." Tony yawned and left the lab.
Having access to the SHIELD database meant that he knew every nook and cranny of the Helicarrier. Well, he wasn't supposed to know everything, but he did anyway. So, he walked through the decks and soon found an empty officers' quarter—a lone room with a bed, a TV, and a cooking station.
His metal suit was stored away long before, so he plopped down on the bed and turned on the TV to see if the news had caught the wind of the whole mess.
"Ah, there you go, girl." Tony rejoiced at the sight of Christine Everhart on the screen. The woman seemed to have seized the opportunity and was the first to break out the news of Loki's terror in Germany.
Seeing that the pot was simmering well, he decided to stir it a little. He grabbed his phone and called his favorite CEO, Pepper. "Did you see the news?"
"I did."
"That's new. You're not crying for my safety this time," Tony teasingly added.
"No, I just realized that you're not going to stop no matter how much I cry. I've accepted the new normal," Pepper responded with a sigh. "And since you're calling me now, what's the job?"
"Pull all the strings and make sure the media's got its eyes glued to me and this whole mess. I've got a hunch this isn't quite over yet. If things go sideways, we might just have ourselves a full-blown alien invasion—spaceships, armies, the whole circus."
Pepper fell silent over that. "I-I… Really? Please be careful, Tony."
"Ah, there's my regular Pepper," Tony chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've ordered two Iron Guardians to hover near you. If anything goes south, they'll whisk you away. But until then, you're in charge of the media circus. Let's make this the final push for my November victory."
Soon, Tony finished the call with Pepper and dialed Charles. As expected, the call was picked up at the first ring.
Knock! Knock!
Just as the call was picked up, Tony heard a knock on his door. He walked over and opened it, finding Natasha standing there in her amazing combat suit. The zipper was undone a bit extra low to reveal her creamy cleavage. He wasn't someone to notice the signs.
Her smirk told him enough. So, he stepped aside and let her walk into the room. Then, he went back to sit down on the bed's edge while looking at her with a broad smile. He sized her up as she stood right in front of him, his gaze trailing the delicious curves of her waist, hips, and bosom. The leather suit did new things to tingle his senses.
"Charles." Tony continued to talk into his phone while matching his gaze with Natasha. "Is Erik with you?"
Natasha stepped closer to him as if she didn't care he was on a call. Standing right between his legs, she lowered her leather suit's zipper all the way to her lower waist where the belt tightly clung to her. Her pale, enchanting skin glowed in the bright room's light, and her red lips smiled seductively.
Tony slid his hand between the opening and slid apart the leather suit, revealing her plump, shimmering breasts, larger than his hand could fully cup, her pink tips hard already. He pinched one peak as his palm tasted the soft, tender flesh. Kneading her any way he felt like; his hand as possessive as ever on the nice new fidget toy.
"You saw the dossier? Yeah, I know, I didn't expect the invasion this early either." Tony talked on the phone while his free hand felt her hot skin and the soft hills. Oh, how vividly he remembered her perfect body from that night. "Charles, I need you and Erik on the standby. This could be your chance."
Without making a sound, Natasha went down and knelt between his knees. She slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, lowering his pants as he raised his hips a little. She continued to pull them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. His hard cock was already standing at the ready, eager for this silent understanding to continue.
Her nimble fingers slid up and down his girth, playing with the tip and the crown's edges, teasing him.
But then she lowered her lips and let out a large drop of her spit on his cockhead. She rubbed her palms and coated his hard erection with her spit. All the while looking up into his eyes.
"No, don't gather all the students. Only gather the ones with absolute control over their powers. You can't afford to make any mistakes this time. Leave the rest to me-eh… No, it's nothing."
Tony's voice faltered for a moment. Natasha had taken his cock in her mouth and sucked his tip so hard that it made Tony shiver all over, choking on his words. Would he stumble and make a huge embarrassing mistake, or would she stop first? Tony loved this new game.
Suddenly, Natasha's lips went down his entire length in one go. Tony almost fell back, having to use one arm to support as his feet dangled off the bed. He almost couldn't believe the depth of her throat.
"Leave the PR to me, Charles. Just focus on your superhero debut. If anything else comes up, I'll—ugh—I'll notify you—Alright, gotta go now, something just bit me." Tony ended the call as quickly as he could and threw the phone behind him, not caring where it fell. He looked down between his legs, at the beautiful sight of the redhead. "What's this for?"
"Just a little late fee for not deciding on that dinner I promised. But…" Natasha rubbed her whole palm over his length, the corners of her lips drenched. "I'm afraid we don't have time for burgers, or buns… Maybe a hotdog?"
She parted her glossy lips and devoured his cock again, suckling and swishing her tongue around his throbbing need. With little massages against the ceiling of her mouth, she started milking his cock completely. Her tongue slid up and down his length, circled his cockhead, and danced in circles on his tiny opening.
Tony almost couldn't take it, wonderful waves of tingles ran through his body. As if every bump and groove on his cock was thoroughly cleaned out. The wet vacuum seal her lips made around his cock glided up and down, effortlessly. He was reaching that heavenly pleasure faster than usual.
But Tony wanted more.
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