Featuring:Whilst Tony's making a more mobile and improved suit, he learns of some troubling information. A few days later and I was in the living room, casually watching TV. I was avoiding the news because a lot of it was confusion about Stark Industries or about where we were. I snacking on some popcorn when the intercom came on. “RYAN. Get down here. Now!” Tony’s voice told me, but it sounded kinda metallic. Curious, I came down the stairs and punched in the key code to the workshop. I came in and I saw it. I saw Iron Man. A silver, working and complete Iron Man. I wanted to scream! “Holy shit… You did it…” I gasped. “Yeah. I did.” Iron Man nodded. “That’s incredible.” I muttered, coming over. “Can I touch it?” “Go ahead.” Tony said - I could hear the smirk on his face. I ran my hands along the silver steel. “This is the coolest shit ever.” I grinned. “You can see everything okay?” “High definition. I can see your cute face just fine.” Tony flirted. Still couldn’t believe Iron Man was FLIRTING with me! “I’m so proud of you.” I smiled, giving him a hug. “Thank you for believing in me.” Tony said. “Of course. Have you done a proper test yet?” I asked. “I was just about to.” Tony told me. “I’ll take a few steps back then, if you don’t mind.” I chuckled. “I believe in you but I also believe I don’t want a second degree burns.” “That’s fair. Are we online and ready, Jarvis?” Tony asked. “Can we start the virtual walk around?” “Importing preferences and calibrating virtual environment.” Jarvis said. “Do a check on control surfaces.” “As you wish.” I watched as the suit began moving in different parts. It was astonishing to watch. “Test complete. Preparing to power down and begin diagnostics.” Jarvis said. “Yeah, tell you what. Do a weather and ATC check. Start listening in on ground control.” Tony told him. “Sir, there are still terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is…” “Jarvis! Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk. Ready? In 3, 2, 1…” Then, the thrusters blasted and Iron Man began hovering there for a moment. Then soon, he tilted horizontal before zoomed out of the garage. I heard him screaming/cheering as he flew away. I grinned from ear to ear. I JUST SAW IRON MAN FLY AWAY! I was confident having seen the movie that he was fine. So, I just waited. He was gone for like 15 minutes. I suddenly remembered though how Tony smashes through all the floors, so I made sure I was well out of the way. And then soon enough, I heard not two crashes before a third where he smashed through the ceiling and smashed down into one of his classic cars. Dummy, who was near him, doused him. “TONY!” I called out, rushing over. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Tony half laughed as he removed the face mask. “You’ve done it, though.” I smiled. “Celebratory kiss?” Tony said with a smirk. Later on that day, Tony had hung the suit up on this stand and was feeling rather jazzed and happy. So, he and I were at his computer screens as he was typing fast. Dats was scrolling past, showing graphics and diagnostic tests. We had the TV on in the background, quietly.
“That was quite dangerous, sir. Might I remind you, of the suit loses power, so does your heart.” Jarvis told Tony. “Yeah, and it doesn’t have a seatbelt either. A few issues: main transcender felt sluggish at plus forty altitude. Same goes for hull pressurisation. I’m thinking icing might be a factor.” Tony listed. “The suit isn’t rated for high altitude. You’re expending 8% power just heating and pressurising.” Jarvis said. “Re-configure using the gold-titanium alloy from the Seraphim Tactical Satellite. It should ensure fuselage integrity to 50 thousand feet, while maintaining power-to-weight ratio.” Tony instructed him. “Shall I render, utilising proposed specifications?” Jarvis asked. “Wow me.” Then on the centre screen, the Mark 3 prototype is being ‘built’ by Jarvis. The final product appeared but it was all-gold. “Bit obnoxious, don’t you think?” I asked. “Yeah, you’re right. What do you think?” Tony asked. “How about a sexy red?” I suggested. “This is why you’re here.” Tony smiled. A reporter on TV caught Tony’s attention. “Tonight’s Red-Hot Red Carpet is here at the Walt Disney Concert Hall, where Tony Stark’s third annual benefit for the Firefighter charity gala on LA’s high-society calendar. But this great cause is only part of the story. The man whose name graces the gold-lettered invitations hasn’t been seen in public since his highly controversial press conference, and rumours abound. Some say Stark is suffering from post traumatic stress and hasn’t left his bed in weeks.” The reporter said. Tony turned to me. “The work could take till morning to complete, sir.” Jarvis said. “I’m gonna go.” Tony suddenly decided. “To the gala?” I frowned. “It’s about time I quit laying low.” Tony shrugged. “You wanna come with me?” He asked. “If it’s all the same to you, I’m gonna watch some crappy TV in my pyjamas with Jarvis.” I told him. “I look forward to it.” Jarvis said. “Stop dating my AI!” Tony rolled his eyes. “RYAN!” Tony’s voice yelled. I was watching a crappy reality show - Jarvis and I were taking the piss out of the people on it. I was just wearing a grey top and a borrowed pair of Tony’s pyjama bottoms that were a bit too big for me. However, we were interrupted as a semi drunk Tony came bursting through the door. “Tony? You okay?” I asked, surprised. “Obadiah’s a dick!” He snapped. He was wearing a tuxedo, an undone bow tie and his shirt was half unbuttoned. “What happened?” I asked. “He’s the one who filled to get me locked out of the company! And not only that, but they’re making shipments without my permission!” Tony complained before sitting next to me. “You poor thing.” I sighed, pulling him into a hug. “Obadiah won’t get away with it.” I told him. “I’m just so angry.” Tony said. “Me too…” I sighed. Then, Tony suddenly pushed me so I was laying back on the sofa and got on top of me. “Woah…” “Hope your ass isn’t too sore from last night.” “It’s never too sore for Daddy.” I smirked before he aggressively kissed me. I could taste the alcohol on his mouth as he hungrily made out with me. He was rutting his hips against me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I began pushing at his blazer, trying to get it off him. Eventually helped and threw it away along with his bowtie, then pulled my own shirt over my head. Then, we resumed making out, grinding our hardons together. I hurriedly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt as he forced his tongue down my throat. I pushed it off his arms when I could and soon felt his warm arc reactor press against my own chest. “Fuck, I love your body…” Tony muttered before starting to kiss his way down, then encasing my nipple with his mouth. I felt him suck hard and then bite down on it, making me whimper underneath him. Meanwhile, I felt his fingers grip the bottoms I was wearing and pulled them downwards as he continued sucking on the nub. “Yeaaaah… Mmmm…” I purred before he suddenly spun me around with ease. I was flipped onto my front, then he pulled the bottoms down the rest of my legs, throwing them away. “Oh fuck!” I moaned out when I felt my cheeks part and his tongue dive straight into my hole. He hungrily tongue-fucked my insides, whilst digging his nails into my fleshy globes. He ate me out with his face buried deep inside me, letting me feel his rough beard. “Fuck, that feels so good, Daddy...” I muttered, feeling his tongue explore every crevice it could. Then SMACK! He slapped my ass, then pushed his tongue even deeper. “Oh fuck, I need it, Daddy! Fuck me! I want it so bad!” I whimpered. “Yeah me too, kid.” Tony said, finally pulling his head out. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off his legs, letting his hard cock out. Then he leaned over to the table then, again, revealed that there was a lid to it. He opened it up and yet again, there was a bottle of lube inside it. “How many hidden lubes do you have?” I half laughed. “I lost count after 17.” Tony shrugged before stroking the lube onto his cock. “You ready for this?” Tony asked, aiming his cock between my cheeks. “Fuck yes. Fuck me, Daddy.” I told him. So, he slowly began pushing into me, getting deeper and deeper, until soon, every inch was inside me. Then, he laid down on top of me. “Fuck, you’re so big, Daddy…” I hissed, gripping the couch. “Yeaaah, it feels so good, kid.” Tony groaned before beginning to thrust backwards and forth into me. “Ohhh fuuuuck..” I shuddered, feeling his hard cock slide in and out of me, whilst feeling his heavy breathing against my shoulder. “Shit, I needed this…” Tony growled, going even faster. “Yeah, Daddy… Me too… Fuck me hard!” I whimpered. Tony continued fucking me, snapping his hips back and forth, whilst kissing my shoulder and nipping it with his teeth. “Mmmm you fucking love it, don’t you? Being Daddy’s little bitch?” Tony grunted into my ear before nibbling on my lobe. “Fuck yes! I love it so much!” I whimpered, thrusting my ass up into him. “Argh fuck yeaaah… You take it so good…” Tony said, through his teeth that were still biting my ear. “Fuck I wanna see your face.” Tony said before suddenly pulling out. I pouted at the sudden emptiness before he flipped me over so I was on my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and soon he was shoving his cock back inside me. “Oh fuck yeah!” I moaned out as he began pounding into me again. “Fuck that feels so fucking good!” I whimpered. Tony leaned down and pressed his lips against mine and aggressively attacked my mouth, biting on my lower lip and pressing hard against them. I think my lips were gonna swell from how intense Tony’s kissing was. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Tony grunted, breaking off and leaning up a bit to focus on his hard thrusts more. “Me too, Daddy…” I muttered. He took my cock in his hand and began pumping it, making me arch my back. “Oh fuck, Daddy!” I whimpered, clawing at his back. “Cum for me, Ryan. Do it!” Tony growled. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Awrgh fuck!” I moaned loudly as I began shooting all over myself and Tony’s hand. “Oh fuck yeah, Ryan! Mmmmmm fuck!” Tony grunted as I felt his cock unload inside me, yet again. When he was done, he pulled out and collapsed his sweaty body on top of mine. “Th-Thank you for that…” He said, panting. “Oh, no, I should be thanking you. That was amazing.” I sighed, dreamily, wrapping my arms around him and holding me close. “You’re like my therapy.” Tony admitted. “I’m more than happy to let you take out your feelings on my ass.” I half laughed. “I don’t know what to do.” Tony admitted. “Well, you’ve got a badass suit. Why not use that?” I suggested. The next evening, I was upstairs watching TV again. However, just as I went to take a drink, I heard a loud blast coming from downstairs in the basement. Worried, I quickly rushed to the workshop. However, I found Tony with the Mark 3 arm on. He had just shot out a light fixture. “What are you doing?” I frowned. He had the TV on and Tony just pointed at it. “The villagers have taken shelter in whatever crude dwellings they can find - in the ruins of other razed villages, in the cold barren scrublands, or in the remnants of an old Soviet smelting plant. Our translator relayed to us one human tragedy after another. A seven year old boy, thin as a scarecrow, clutching yellowed photographs and holding them out to anyone who would stop, with a child’s simple question: where are my mother and father? A woman, begging for news of her husband, who’d been kidnapped by insurgents - either forced to join their militia or to be shot without reason-“ the TV reporter was saying whilst shots of devastation and Tony’s weaponry were being shown. Then SMASH! Tony blasted a window in the lab, shattering the glass and knocked a painting off the wall. “Jesus Christ, Tony.” I gasped. “With no political will or international pressure, there is little hope for these newly-formed refugees. Refugees who can only wonder one thing: is the world watching?” Then, the screen showed a shot of Raza, and my stomach twisted. “No…” I gasped before Tony suddenly shot the screen, smashing it to pieces. “Tony?” “I’m going to do something about it, Ryan.” Tony told me. I watched him step onto a platform and soon, mechanical sounds started whirring as it began placing the suit around Tony, connecting it all up. It was fascinating to watch. Then last but not least, the helmet came on and the eyes lit up. Again, really had to try my hardest not to scream in excitement. The full red and gold Iron Man stood in front of me. That computer will show you everything I’m seeing. If you want, you can watch and speak to me through comms. Just don’t try to stop me.” Tony told me. “Why would I stop you from saving lives? Go.” I told him. I watched on the screen as Iron Man tore through the sky at high speed. Soon, we looked upon a town that was utter chaos. Gunshots, explosions and screams. Tony locked into a man who was about to be executed in front of a crowd of crying citizens and made a b-line straight for him. He landed and immediately the man started shooting at him instead, which did absolutely nothing. “Smack that fucker.” I told Tony. So, he did. Tony smacked him and he flew through the air. Then, he began blasting at the other different soldiers who were shooting at him. Then suddenly, he turned to see soldiers who had families hostage, threateningly holding their guns against their heads. They were yelling in their language at Tony. I watched as the targeting system locked into all the soldiers then instantly shot them all at once, from the guns built into his shoulder. They all collapsed to the ground, instantly, freeing the hostages. A child quickly ran over to the father that Tony saved from being executed. “You are getting the best blowjob ever when you get back here.” I told him. “Where did that leader guy, go?” Tony asked. “I think he went in that building, there.” I said when Tony looked up at it. So, Tony went over and we could hear him dialing something on a phone. Tony smashed his arm through the wall, grabbed the man and then pulled him through, throwing him onto the road. “He’s all yours.” Tony told the crowd of people, before flying away. “You’re so fucking amazing!” I told Tony. “You too, kid. Locking onto Jericho missile-“ Tony was cut off when suddenly, he was blown out of the sky. I watched as he plummeted to the ground. “SHIT! Tony, are you okay? Tony? Tony!” I panicked. “I’m okay…” Tony said before slowly getting up. “What the fuck was that?” I asked before he looked up and we both saw a big-ass tank. “He’ll regret that.” Tony said before aiming his arm at it. Then just after he shot a missile, he turned around just as it exploded. “Awwwwh fuck yeaaaaaah! Cool guys don’t look at explosions!” I applauded. Then, he flew up again and then locked into the different Jericho missiles that were around the area, and began shooting at them. Huge explosions blossomed around the town and I had a big, proud smile on my face. Then, he flew off and shot through the sky. “Is it fun?” I asked Tony. “What?” “Flying?” “It’s the best.” Tony beamed before suddenly… The suit began ringing. “You built a phone into it?” I laughed. “Yeah, I did. Shhh.” Tony said before answering it. “Hello?” “Tony?” “Who’s this?” “It’s Rhodey.” “Sorry, speak up please.” “I said it’s Rhodey. What the hell is that noise?” He asked, referring to the wind. “Oh, yeah, I’m driving with the top down.” Tony lied. “Yeah, well, I need your help right now.” Rhodey said. “It’s funny how that works, huh?” Tony scoffed. “Yeah, speaking of funny, we’ve got a weapons dept that was just blown up a few clicks from where you and Ryan were being held captive.” Rhodey told him. “Well that’s a, urr, hot spot. Sounds like someone stepped in and did your job for you, huh?” Tony said, clearly smug. “Why do you sound out of breath, Tony?” Rhodey questioned. “I’m not, I was just jogging in the canyon.” Tony lied again. “I thought you were driving.” “Right, I was driving to the canyon where I’m going to jog.” “You sure you don't have any tech in that area I should know about?” “Nope!” “Okay good ‘cause I’m staring at one right now and it’s about to be blown to kingdom come.” Rhodey said before I suddenly heard what sounded like planes. “Oh, that’s my exit.” Tony said before hanging up and doing a crazy barrel role, darting into another direction. The planes followed though. “Hit it.” He told Jarvis, who then activated the boosters. “What the fuck is up with Rhodey? First he plays 20 questions and now this?!” I said, concerned, even though I knew he’d be okay. “Missile inbound!” Jarvis warned Tony. “Flares!” Tony said before he shot them backwards at the missile, which exploded, but Tony was still in the outer blast radius. He started falling. “Shit, Tony!” I panicked before he finally managed to activate the thrusters again and continue flying. Then, they started gunning him down. “Deploy flaps!” He yelled and like a harsh break, he stopped in the air, causing the planes to have to dodge out of the way. “Jarvis, call Rhodey.” Tony told him, now clinging onto the bottom of a plane. “Hi Rhodey, it’s me.” He said when the call was picked up. “It’s who?” “I’m sorry, it’s me. You asked. What you were asking about is me.” Tony told him. “No, see, this isn’t a game. You do not send civilian equipment into my active war zone. You understand that?” Rhodey scowled. “This is not a piece of equipment. I’m in it. It’s a suit. It’s me!” Tony confessed. Then suddenly, the plane Tony was on started rolling violently, trying to shake him off. “ARGH!” Tony cried out before flinging off and then smashing through the wing of the other plane. “Shit!” I muttered. When Tony regained himself, he saw that the pilot had ejected himself from the plane that was nose diving, but there was no parachute. “Tony, don’t let him die!” I blurted out, worried. So, he zoomed towards him. “You’ve been reengaged. Evasive maneuvers are advised.” Jarvis informed Tony. “Keep going!” Tony yelled. He finally managed to punch the capsule holding the shoot and free it, saving the man, before he quickly flew away. “Tony, you still there?” Rhodey asked back on the phone. “Hey. Thanks.” Tony said sarcastically. “Oh, my God, you crazy son of a bitch.” Rhodey sighed in relief. “You owe me a plane, y’know that?” He said as Tony laughed. “Yeah, well, technically he hit me. Now are you going to come by and see what I’m working on?” Tony asked. “No, no, no, no, no the less I know, the better. Now what am I supposed to tell the press?” Rhodey asked. “Training exercise. Isn’t that the usual BS?” Tony suggested. “It’s not that simple.” Tony was finally back and the machines were trying to take the suit off him, but it was a lot less smooth this way round. “A-a-argh!” Tony cringed as it clearly accidentally hurt him. “Seriously though, you’re gonna change the fucking world!” I was beaming. “Ow! Hey!” Tony blurted out. “Please try not to move, sir.” Jarvis said. Then, I noticed Pepper walking through the smashed window of the workshop and walking in, in stunned silence, watching Tony’s robots try and remove his armour. “What’s going on here?” She asked, her eyes darting from me to Tony. “Let’s face it… This is not the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.” Tony pointed out. “Are those bullet holes?” She whispered, scared.
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