"As I said, I keep my word," Tony quipped, hovering beside two Iron Guardians, who were currently doubling as Uber drivers for two beautiful but lethal ladies, Natasha and Yelena. "This is it? An aerial platform? Kinda underwhelming."
"This is underwhelming? It's a flying fortress," Yelena said, her accent thick with sarcasm. "And we're supposed to get through it with just three people? Yeah, that's great."
Natasha remained silent, her trust in Tony more than most. Having worked with the man for years now, she knew better than anyone that Tony Stark never goes anywhere without a plan.
"Who said it's just us three?" Tony scoffed and snapped his fingers.
Right then, a swarm of Iron Guardians came out of stealth and flew closer behind their backs. They came in all sizes and types, but a few of them stood out as they were coming too close to them.
"It's a pretty nice facility. Probably billions were spent making it. I'd like to seize it," Tony murmured, looking back at the Iron Guardians, who were mostly humanoid. "What do you say, Jean? Can you do it?"
The visors moved and revealed the identities of the occupants. Jean Grey's face became visible, and then there were others—Wolverine, Rogue, Magneto, and Psylocke. Other than Wolverine, most were crucial to the plot as they had psychic powers. Tony hadn't even asked for Logan, but the man tagged along.
"Holding this thing in the air won't be easy for me, Mr. Stark," Magneto warned.
"I'll have my boosters support you in case of aerial system failure," Tony said, commanding them. "And let's skip the whole Wild West shootout—disable them with mental attacks. We're here to take over and make the arrests, not star in an action flick."
With Jean Grey on their side, bringing down the new Red Room was easier than stepping on an ant. Sure, the Red Room had a lot of super-soldier ladies, but nothing could stop a psychic of Jean's level.
Keeping his word to Natasha, Tony entered the flying Red Room. As he walked, all the guards fell to their knees, unconscious. Jean worked efficiently. Sure, there was that strange, jumping, mad man called Taskmaster. But what could he do against superhuman strength and superhuman attributes that couldn't be copied? He also fell.
In no time, they were in front of the man behind the operation, Dreykov.
"Crazy how fast we get things done when we team up," Tony muttered, barely acknowledging the ex-Soviet officer. "What was that, half an hour? Give or take a coffee break."
"Less than half, I'd say," Magneto added, completely in sync with Tony's laid-back personality now. He was as much an admirer of the President as any since the man had kept his promise towards the mutants.
"So, what do we do with him?" Tony asked, glancing at Natasha. He had no issue if she were to deal with the guy. They were above the skies of a foreign nation, and he didn't want to deal with the mess.
Natasha looked back at her sister in return.
"He should face punishment for his crimes," Yelena responded, glaring at the man. "But his crimes should be known to the world."
"Now that you mention it, he's probably still cozy with the Russian brass. If Charles takes a little stroll through his head, I might just get a shot at toppling their whole government." Tony plotted, his agenda still the same. "But hey, I can promise you this—he's getting a trial, out in the open, nice and legal. Natasha already spilled SHIELD's dirty laundry, so the world's got the Red Room's number."
"Wait, that's it?" Rogue drawled, crossing her arms with a frown as she stared at the cuffed Russian. "Ah' came all this way for a fight. Thought the Red Room was supposed to be somethin' special."
"It is… just not for us," Jean added.
Even Tony had to admit—winning that easily felt a little... anticlimactic. Not just won, though. Now, he had a flying fortress. Neat.
"Bit of a letdown, I know. That's why drinks are on me. Let's head back. And Rogue? Stick around the X-Mansion. I might've cooked up something for your little 'look but don't touch' situation."
The girl with brown hair and white streaks gaped at Tony's abrupt revelation. She'd been told a year ago that Tony was working on something that might help her, but she never really believed it. It sounded too good to be true.
"You're messin' with me, ain't ya?"
Tony smirked and gave a quick wink. "I don't do that before dinner dates, girl. Let's roll."
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Tony didn't let Henry Pym off easy. He made the man share his Pym Particles with him and also the recipe to make them. It took some convincing, some threatening, and some persuasion. In the end, the man had to give some concessions to the President and the head of the largest, ruling political party in America.
For Tony, the Pym Particles were game changers. He put his experimental idea to work right away, and the results were instant. Far more positive than what he'd expected. Being able to shrink things enough that you could carry a building in your pocket or backpack—it was revolutionary.
The cargo industry was about to face Tony's revolution. It was time to say goodbye to the massive container ships that took weeks or months to reach their destination. Now, a simple, small, long-distance flight was able to haul cargo the size of multiple cargo ships.
But instead of disrupting an industry that employed millions, he focused on using the Pym Particles for governmental charity work. USAID, the organisation that was used as America's silent war front to pay off allies in foreign nations, was actually turned into a charity organization.
Hundreds of transfers, dozens of lawsuits, and many terminations later, he had USAID working as intended.
Planes filled with food and health supplies, shrunk with Pym Particles, were sent to poverty-stricken nations. Not because Tony wanted to do charity. But because this was the right choice to level the playing field. Every year, Earth produces enough food to feed 10 billion people. But a major chunk of that got wasted or lost, some thrown away.
Why? It was simple.
Distributing it was a hassle and costlier than storing it. That was where the newly refurbished USAID was supposed to come in and handle the transportation and distribution using Pym Particles. The cost of distribution and transportation was to be offset by sheer quantity.
Of course, he wasn't delusional. Just feeding the poorest nations wasn't going to fix them. But he'd already given them electricity using the Arc Reactors. He'd already helped build crucial public infrastructure. Now was the time to feed the population, so the daily struggle to find food was settled.
Naturally, as the planes with enough food to feed nations started landing in Africa, a certain few stakeholders felt annoyed. But Tony's focus wasn't just on Africa. The USAID food planes landed in Caribbean nations such as Haiti. In the Middle East, Asia, and also the South Pacific.
America was the most powerful and the richest nation in the world. For once, it truly began to act like one.
And it did nothing but instill more pride among Americans. No longer boasting about the most powerful military but rather the world-changing tech and core actions of the nation.
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A few days after dealing with Red Room, Tony landed in front of the Xavier school. It had grown high and wide by now, with many more buildings added. The place actually looked like a school now, with over 500 Mutant children and young adults boarding there. The school acted as the place to not only study but also carve a future.
The Mutant kids, once done with basic schooling, were helped to find a path ahead. If they wanted to go to college, they were helped depending on their type of mutant status. Physical deformities had to be treated carefully. If one wanted to find a job, Tony's Stark Foundation was enough to help.
Of course, the faculty had also been expanded. Charles was the headmaster, and Erik was the vice headmaster.
"Mr. Stark!"
"Tony Stark!"
"Mr. President!"
As always, Tony was very popular with the students. He waved and greeted them before making his way into the administrative building, which the students mostly avoided.
"Mr. Stark."
"Don't tell me you guys installed a Stark tracker or something." Tony gave Hank—a.k.a. the big blue Beast—a casual wave. "Or were you just lurking on the security cams?"
"Your rocket boosters are louder than any other alarm bell, Mr. Stark," Hank said and invited him in. "What brings you here today?"
"Rogue, I mean Anna, where's she? I've been knee-deep in nanotech, genes, biotech—you name it. Might have cooked up a fix for her." Tony asked, eyeing the staff walking around, too many new faces to his liking.
"You did? That's great." Hank cheered up and grabbed his phone to send some texts. "She's in the X-Men training room."
"That's even better." Tony waved and walked away, his metallic armor still intact, clanking on the flooring. He knew every corner of the school since he'd approved the new designs and upgrades.
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