Going a few levels underground, he arrived at the state-of-the-art training facilities with modified Iron Guardians that helped train the X-Men in fights. Even his palm was registered at the secured entrance, so he quickly gained access.
Boom!
As soon as the metal doors split open, explosions rang from inside. Rogue, using whatever powers she absorbed, was jumping around and kicking some robot ass.
"That's enough." Tony let Jarvis end the training simulation. "We've got business, Anna."
"Really? And here I was thinkin' I'd have to charm it outta you first."
"..."
Tony smirked, aware of her fun, rebellious, flirtatious personality. "Relax, I'm still not that easy. Takes at least dinner… maybe a show. But I do appreciate the enthusiasm."
"Oh, my—so bougie," Rogue drawled, a playful smirk on her lips as she pushed her arms behind her back and sauntered toward him. "Well now, sugar… what can this poor lil' lady do for you?"
"This poor lady can undress."
Taken aback by his words, Rogue froze, her brows shooting up, her face all shocked. "W-What? Ain't that a lil' too fast?"
Tony let out a dry chuckle and popped a small vial from a compartment in his metal suit. "As much as I love a good flirt, let's get serious for a second. I might have something that can give you your life back. No more second-guessing every time you reach out to touch someone. Hug your friends, kiss your lovers… hell, even knock boots if that's your thing. Sky's the limit."
This was even more shocking than being asked to undress.
"You're kiddin' me, ain't ya, Mr. Stark?"
"There's a long list of things I'd love to do to you—joking around just didn't make the cut… not right now." Tony waved the vial in front of her face. It was filled with a faintly viscous white liquid. "This is a bit of an experiment, so keep those expectations nice and low. If it works, you can thank me later."
"I-I…" Rogue suddenly recollected most of her life's memories. The painful, annoying moments when she wanted to be held by someone but couldn't. When she wanted to kiss someone but couldn't. "H-How? What do I gotta do?"
"Pretty simple. I teamed up with Reed and Bruce to cook up these new bio-nanites. I call it a completely different state of matter—Reed had notes. Anyway, drink one vial, slather another all over your butt naked body and boom—instant, invisible, undetectable protection. And yes… inside too. You know what I mean."
Rogue received the vial from Tony, her eyes staring at it nonstop. "That's it?"
"Well, the shelf life's two months—so you'll want to refill it timely. But don't worry, it's free for you." Tony produced her a bunch of extra vials, a total set of six, enough to last her half a year.
"Hit me up if you need more—assuming it actually works. Fingers crossed."
"I…" Rogue got real quiet, her usual sass slipping away. For the first time since their little heart-to-heart, she looked serious. Her voice hitched, soft and a little shaky. "Ah guess… thanks. Didn't think there was much hope left, but… Ah'll go on an' give it a try."
"Yeah, you should. And shoot me a text with the results. Maybe start with the lab rats." Tony's visor settled back on his face. "By the way, superhero party in three days. Stark Tower. Try not to forget. Now, I gotta go and check up on a kid. See you later."
Rogue waved at him. "Thanks, Mr. Stark."
"Too early for that."
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At Stark Tower,
Shhhh…!
The hot shower rained down on his naked shoulders like a blissful massage. Standing bare under the artificial rainfall, he rubbed his face and chest with nice, fresh soap. But when he tried to rub his arm, he noticed something on the back of his hands—wrinkles.
Not as lucky as the Cap-sicle, I guess.
Time was one thing he didn't have in infinite.
He sighed and shrugged, continuing with his bath.
"Sir."
"What's up, Jarvis?"
"I've received a report from Homeland Security. With the assistance of the Iron Guardians, two suspicious individuals exhibiting enhanced physical abilities were apprehended. They claim to hail from Wakanda. Vibranium was recovered from them."
Frowning, Tony turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly wiping himself with it. "That's new. Where were they caught?"
"They were caught fighting each other on top of a New York subway train."
"Hm, exciting. Well, I've got a superhero party to host in an hour, so let them cool down in the lockup." He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for the door. "Remind me about this tomorrow. Or don't. We'll see how the party goes."
Oh?
He walked out of the shower and entered the study right beside his bedroom. To his surprise, the beautiful, blonde CEO of Stark Industries stood there, setting up some papers on the table, her back towards him. She eyed Tony sideways with a smile.
"Tony, sign these."
"Really? No hello, no hugs and kisses?" Tony said and grabbed a pair of underwear, stepping into it quickly. But instead of wearing more clothes, he strolled right up behind her, arms wrapping snugly around an insanely slender waist that could make a Victoria's Secret model fall into depression.
Pressing his hardness on her pert bottom, he squeezed his face beside her ear, breathing into it.
"Tony—no," Pepper breathed, her voice taut, strained, hands firm on his wrists where they bracketed her waist. "You have a party to host in an hour. We can't do this."
"You said it," Tony murmured against her ear, his lips brushing warm. He gave her earlobe a slow lick, half a grin in his voice. "We've got an hour to make some questionable decisions."
An audible gulp came from her long, freckled neck. A shiver betrayed her, her back arching just enough to press against him. She was tense in his grip, but she didn't move away. Her fingers curled tighter over his forearms—holding him there. Not stopping him.
"Come on… I-oh!"
Tony gave a real, good lick at her ear this time, followed by a deep, searing kiss on her warm neck. He couldn't remember the last time he got physical with Pepper, and honestly, he missed her. One of the few women without superpowers, yet still so close to his heart. Like May.
"How about this…" He slurred in heat against her neck. He traced the line of her thighs, bunching the dark wool of her pencil skirt inch by inch. His palms were broad and warm, and he worked with practiced patience, peeling back layers until cool air met her bare skin. A soft sound left her throat, part frustration, part surrender.
Quickly, his fingers dipped between her long legs, her thigh gap giving him snug space to rub two fingers. She was warm, and the bridge of her white panties was drenched in need.
"Thirty minutes," he whispered, a tease. "If you're weak in the knees by then, we're going the whole nine yards."
"Ummm…" Pepper stifled her moan, shrinking her neck where he kissed. "Tony… I don't have time for this."
"Come on, Pepper. You know the doors are always open to the Oval Office for you."
"But I have too much work."
"Shhh…" He suddenly gripped her waist and spun her around before pushing her hips on the edge of the glass table. He leaned into her body, his lips close to her freckled face. "Get used to finding time, Pepper. You're gonna need it a lot soon."
"What do y—"
He kissed her. Mouth to mouth. Hard. Deep. There was no question who controlled this, who led. She opened up to him instinctively, letting him steal her breath, her balance, her focus.
It'd been almost two decades since Pepper started working as his secretary and ten years since they became physical. It was their secret, a small unspoken agreement that helped each other relax their minds and spill out their frustrations. They respected each other's professional boundaries while maintaining some spice.
"Oh!"
She gasped again as he shoved her panties down to her ankles. Then, his rough hands gripped her bare ass before lifting her like she weighed nothing. Sat her right on top of the table, legs spread, skirt bunched around her waist like a present he was dying to unwrap.
"You know…" Tony took off her panties entirely and stepped back, watching her sultry face, her needy, cat-like eyes demanding he continue. So, he parted her legs further and looked down, at her small breasts tightly squeezed under a formal white shirt, then at her flushed pussy, soaking hot for his attention. "Not many get the honor of being eaten by the Tony Stark, but since you're my boss."
She knew this was a joke. If there was a boss, it was him. She was just a helpless, hopeless, willing, needy employee.
He got down on his knees, practically standing straight on them to reach the height where she sat. Her pussy was glistening, pink and pretty, and he couldn't resist.
"Tony—ahh!" The first lick was slow and mean. Tongue flat, dragging up her slit and making her buck against his mouth. He locked her thighs down with hands, thumbs spreading her open like a fucking feast.
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