Marvel: President Stark 32 - The Magical Iron Man & Retired 

“Who?”

"Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange." The Ancient One repeated. “The man you were about to help. He has a greater destiny, Anthony Edward Stark… do not meddle in it.”

Tony crossed his arms and deployed all the safety systems he had on his armor. "First of all, ease up on the full-name treatment. That’s what the bad guys do—you a bad guy?"

"No... I am the Sorcerer Supreme. Protector of Earth against magical... and mystical threats. Doctor Strange is gifted—yes—but his path... his destiny... must be his own." 

In truth, Tony had given a few dozen commands to Jarvis by then. X-Gene, radiation-based mutation, and now this—magic. Earth had so many secrets that he still didn't know half of it, and it alarmed him. How was he to unite the planet if he didn't even know how many power users lived on Earth? 

"So, you guys got what? Hogwarts or something? Where's my letter?"

The Ancient One chuckled, a knowing glint in her eye. "Close… but the mystic arts we wield are far beyond. Our duty is to shield this reality from forces unseen. You may struggle to grasp it, Mr. Stark, but it is not only aliens that threaten this realm. There are beings—vast, unfathomable—lurking in the dark between dimensions, ever hungry to consume all that is."

"Is that so? And what was that round ring? Portal?"

"You have no reason for apprehension, Mr. Stark. I will answer your questions… for you are the one soul I cannot look beyond. Even so, your existence has brought more light than shadow. I am curious to see where you take it from here.” Ancient One explained and raised her right hand. With a single gesture, she created a sparkling portal, tiny, no larger than her hand. Another appeared by the wall, beside a modest vase. "You are correct. It is a portal." 

Tony gawked at the thing in absolute awe. "What's the range? Where did you pop in from?"

"Nepal." 

Tony sat straight at that revelation. "And how does that work?"

"Nepal is where I came from, Mr. Stark. But the true range depends on the one who wields it. For me, another galaxy is but a step. For Strange? He will carry vast armies through them." Ancient One plucked a flower from the vase and pulled her hand back from the portal. “The magic we wield, the magic of my Order, is Eldritch Magic. It draws upon energies from dimensions beyond your own. Symbols, arrays—these are but instruments to shape intent into reality.”

"There are types?" Tony inquired. 

"As there are branches in engineering… so too, in magic. You know of Asgardian magic. Yet, there is also Chaos Magic, Witchcraft, Dark Magic, Necromancy, and even Divine Magic."

Tony didn't like that one bit. That just meant he needed to be more careful of those threats. Mysteries were his greatest enemy. 

"Mind if I give it a shot? Not the magic—I'll leave the sparkle fingers to you. That portal thing," Tony asked. "I mean, it’s... pretty convenient. Could totally change the game if used right."

Amused, the Ancient One put her hand into another small portal and pulled out a strange, two-finger ring. She then placed it on the table and pushed it towards Tony. "I must warn you… the Mystic Arts require years of study, and even then, not all who seek, find. Talent… differs. But you… you are a man of great intelligence. I wonder—what might you become?"

Tony grabbed the ring and slid two of his fingers into the ring holes. He wore the ring above his armor, however. So the rings were pretty much covering nanotech. 

Jarvis was quick to scan the heck out of it. Record its engravings, its compositions, and everything one could possibly check. 

"So, any tips?" 

“Focus. Visualize. See the destination… within your mind’s eye. Let go of what you know—your ego, your knowledge. Be curious… be present… like a child seeing for the first time. Look beyond what is in front of you. The details… they matter. Good luck.” 

Taking the Ancient One's instructions, Tony tried to copy the actions she did to make the portal previously. 

The ring hand raised forward, he used the other hand to draw a circle in the air. Then, he emptied his head of all the random thoughts and focused on his destination. He tried to visualize it, feel the magic. It wasn't his first run-in with it, after all. 

"I know just the place."

A smile crept across his face at the thought. 

Spark!

Faint, flickering sparks appeared on the President's table. 

Tony focused more. He thought of the room, every detail of it, every corner, every item, the paint. Jarvis helped him, sending images of his destination directly into his head through energy waves based on Charles' ability. 

Spark!

More sparks developed. 

Finally, Tony thought of the person he wanted to see on the other side. And just like that—

Wooosh!

A full, round circle emerged on top of Tony's table. It wasn't big enough for him to walk through, but big enough to act like a window. 

"Hey there, little buddy." Tony fawned over the cradle on the other side of the portal. The deep ashen-haired baby boy slept in the soft crib there. "Look here, it's dad."

Right then, rushed footsteps echoed. Then, Ororo emerged, as if shielding the baby. Dressed in a homely, long dress, she raised her hand towards the portal, ready to attack. But seeing Tony, she relaxed.

"Tony? W-What are you…"

Tony took a moment to admire the woman first. Somehow, she'd gotten even hotter after giving birth. Her ivory, long hair wasn't tied, and he liked that style the most. 

"Surprise! Just learned to do magic today. Isn't this amazing? Anyway, looks like I can pop in whenever I want and hang with Dexter." Tony declared, with no desire to give the ring back. "Oh, and while you're at it, tell the cooking bots to make dinner. Something fancy. I feel like celebrating."

Still confused, Ororo just nodded. 

Tony stopped thinking about the destination then and willed the portal to close. Once again, silence returned to the Oval Office and he looked back at the Ancient One's face. No doubt, the ancient woman was a little surprised.

"I know, I’m awesome—shocking, I get it. But this isn’t luck. I did my homework on Asgardian magic way back. And lately, I’ve made another… magically inclined friend," he said, thinking about Wanda.

"Ah, Miss Maximoff, if I am not mistaken. Hers is Chaos magic. Rare, indeed. And immensely powerful. It bends reality, reshapes life, and twists time itself. Even allows one to walk unseen between dimensions. But it is dangerous. One misstep and darkness takes hold. You are fortunate, your friend has yet to awaken fully."

Tony was no fool and saw through her words. She was warning him of the dangers Wanda possessed. 

"Can I keep this?" he asked, waving the ring fingers at her. 

"You may, Mr. Stark. By embracing magic, you have earned the right to wield it," the Ancient One replied and stood up, conjuring herself a large, walkable portal behind her chair. "It was a pleasure meeting you. I have no doubt—you will prove a valuable ally in the battles to come."

That sounded ominous. 

Tony eyed the bald woman silently. 

"We shall cross paths once more… in time, Anthony Edward Stark."

"Ah, again with that villain speech." Tony groaned and watched her leave, the portal closing behind her figure. 

As silence returned, Tony looked at the strange ring on his finger. Since it restricted his mobility, he covered it with nanotech too, hiding the little thing. 

The warning about Wanda concerned him. Chaos magic sounded utterly broken. 

Can't leave Wanda in Fury's hands. 

But there was more work to be done first. 

He picked up the phone and dialed Darcy outside the office. "Where are the Wakandan boys?"

"At Manhattan Shield base, boss."

"Alright, I'm heading out. Don’t wait up—tonight, tomorrow, maybe longer. Send the paperwork and whatever else is lurking in my inbox to the secure link. I’ll be at the tower," Tony said, pushing back his chair. "And get a move on with the transition prep. Six months isn’t as long as it sounds."

Finally, the massive windows of the Oval Office shifted open and he flew out. 

He chose not to use the Sling Ring, keeping it a secret in case of emergencies. 

####

Two Wakandan men sat side by side in the metal-like, very reflective, box-like room. It was an interrogation room and they were cuffed, hands and feet. 

Creak!

Tony lazily dragged his chair, making an ear-shattering sound before settling in front of the two men. They were both tall and looked pretty athletic. The videos of them fighting on top of the subway sure were entertaining. The incident was live-streamed by the Iron Guardians as they were caught. 

"So… What's this? Family feud?" Tony looked at their files on the table. Fury also stood behind him, arms folded, sneering at the Wakandans who had entered illegally. 

"It seems so," Fury blurted. “That’s Erik Stevens. Calls himself Killmonger now. Ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary. We matched his blood with the royal highness there, and they're both related." 

Tony looked at the other one. "He's a prince?"

"King, or so he says. Claims he inherited the throne from his father not long ago. One thing’s clear—Wakandans have a lot more going on than they let on. Erik here… stole some kind of herb from Wakanda, got hunted down, and ended up here. Both of them were caught fighting over it."

Tony rubbed his beard over the chin, humming. "Herb? What's this? East India Company? And what's this about Vibranium I heard?"

"Our noble friend here didn’t give up much. But Erik? He says Wakanda’s sitting on a mountain of Vibranium. Says they’ve been using it to build tech that’s hundreds of years ahead of the rest of us—kept hidden behind some damn good cloaking tech." He leveled a sharp look at the so-called king. "I’ve got satellites checking that out as we speak."

Tap, tap, tap!

Tony danced his fingers on the table, looking at the two men. Vibranium was a big deal, no doubt. But was it worth invading Wakanda? Invading nations for their natural resources was everything he stood against. But at the same time, he didn't like what he just heard. 

"Alright, let’s take him at his word. Wakanda’s centuries ahead of the world—fine, sounds fun. But then why am I the one playing Saint? Why am I the guy shipping tons of food, patching up broken governments, and building schools, hospitals, and power stations? Shouldn’t they have, I don’t know… done some of that? Centuries ago?" Tony questioned, directly at the supposed King. 

"T'Challa, is that right? Care to answer?"

Having researched Vibranium, and even developed it himself, he understood how magical that element was. And if Wakanda sat on top of such massive reserves, he could imagine a secret civilization far more advanced than the world. 

“We did not hide out of malice, Stark. We hid because the world beyond our borders was built on greed… on conquest. We watched empires rise, their power built upon the broken. If Wakanda had opened its doors, we would have been consumed—like everything else.” T'Challa responded, his words complete but accented. He stared back at Tony like an equal, like he really was the King.

"You say we should have helped. But I ask you… would the world have accepted our help without trying to take all that we are? History says it would not. So we did what we must. We protected our people. We chose silence… over war. Caution… over ruin."

Tony hummed and relaxed back, arms crossed. "Tell me. How long has Wakanda been so advanced?"

"Thousands of years."

Brows raised, Tony shook his head in disappointment. "All I hear is crying. You’re telling me Wakanda’s been sitting on sci-fi-level tech this whole time? While the world’s been busy with plagues, famines, Mongol invasions—oh, and let’s not forget a few casual empires steamrolling half the planet?

"Whole civilizations wiped out—your own backyard looted and strip-mined. And you just sat there. Watched it happen. With all that shiny tech, probably a few fancy aircraft too. Sorry, I’m not buying the innocent bystander routine. Sounds a little like a superiority complex to me.

“You looked at the world and thought, ‘Wow, how barbaric. Let’s not get our hands dirty with these peasants. We’ll just hang out in our spotless little bubble.’ And the fact that you showed up here, sprinting to save whatever magic herb that was… kinda proves my point."

"That's what I'm saying!" Erik exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "That's why I went in there and took that herb. It gives you superhuman strength. I wanted to take the throne and open up Wakanda!" 

"Quack quack, don't care." Tony stood up, shooting T'Challa a look that could curdle vibranium. "Humanity’s done okay without the golden, shiny Wakandan rescue squad. Sure, a couple of bumps along the way. Little things—world wars, genocidal maniacs—you know, average Tuesday stuff. Maybe if Wakanda had stepped out of their spa day a few decades earlier, we could’ve skipped the whole 'Hitler' chapter."

Yeah, Tony was being petty. But he wanted to be. He had to create nuclear fusion from scratch and create an Arc Reactor from scratch. All the while Wakandans probably had it all that time. He wondered how far he could have taken tech if he had had all those things available from the start. The possibilities left a bad taste.

He dusted off his hands like he was done with it. "But hey, no hard feelings. America will now cover the tab. We're not scared of being exposed or whatever your excuse is. I'll feed the world myself if I have to. Fury, pack ‘em up. Let them go back to their Wakandan bubble. It seems cozy."

It was a pure humiliation ritual for T'Challa. But the man kept his mouth shut. The sole reason why he became the King while his father still lived was because he was inspired by Tony and his entry into the African continent. He wanted to join in and help the efforts. But T'Chaka refused, opting to stay hidden. 

T'Challa knew it was no longer an option. At the speed Tony was advancing, it was only a matter of time before Wakanda would be exposed. He wanted to do it on his own terms. So, he challenged his father and won the throne. Sadly, that was also when his supposed cousin attacked. 

He wanted to speak, but he kept silent. It was better to pay an official visit to Tony later as the Wakandan King instead. 

"You sure? They entered illegally," Fury asked. 

Tony shrugged as he let the nano-tech suit of armor cover him whole. “Let them go, Fury. One’s a King, the other’s a fugitive. I’m not signing up for an international incident today. Got bigger fish to fry.”

However, as Tony reached the door, he looked back. 

"Hop on the Shield Jet and hand-deliver them to Wakanda… You catch my drift?"

Fury's single good eye gleamed for a moment. His spy instincts kicked in. So it was going to be a ground inspection. 

"Understood, Mr. President."

####

“He’s very cute, Mr. Stark.”

"Hey, I told you—call me Tony. I’m not that old yet," he said, passing her the photo Ororo had sent that morning on his phone. Chubby-cheeked Dexter, sound asleep, looked like pure trouble wrapped in a blanket. "Hard to believe, but yeah… I made him."

Wanda giggled, giving the phone back to Tony. "You asked for me? Mr… Tony?"

She just couldn't help it. Tony was her enemy once. Now a friend. But also the Iron Man and the US President. How anyone could treat him like an ordinary person was beyond her. But at least he was easy to talk to, she felt. 

"I sure did," Tony said, already walking off in a plain sleeveless tank and utility pants. "Starting a new project. And maybe—big maybe—I’ve got a way to help you get a handle on that magic of yours. Emphasis on maybe."

Wanda followed behind, intrigued. All Tony had done over the year she'd been in America was help her and her brother. Not just them, but her entire home country was seeing a positive change. No longer starving, suffering, and dying of disease. 

"How, Mr. Sta—Tony?" 

"Heh, I caught that slip," Tony said with a quick grin, leading her into his workshop—sleek, shiny, and freshly Jarvis-approved for guests. Anything experimental, dangerous, or wildly confidential was already tucked away. "Ran into a magical myself, actually. Bald, ancient, a real minimalist—Sorcerer Supreme. Her magic wasn’t like yours, but she called your stuff... Chaos magic."

That was a first for Wanda. "Chaos magic?"

Finally, Tony guided her to his work desk. There, he fired up a video recording on the holographic screen. It was a video of what happened in the Oval Office from the last day. The whole part where the Ancient One arrived. 

"Give it a look and let me know if you can pull it off too."

Silently and in complete awe, Wanda stared at the screen. 

Tony took that time to size up the twenty-something. Wanda seemed to have just one fashion—emo. Her deep crimson leather jacket clung snugly to her slender frame, cutting short at the tight waist, and flared subtly at her hips. Her figure, hourglass. 

Beneath it, a low-cut black corset traced the curve of her torso, emphasizing the soft swell of her chest, and the delicate dip of her collarbone was exposed, pale, and striking against the dark attire. Her skirt, dark and teasingly short, skimmed the tops of her toned thighs, revealing long, shapely legs clad in thigh-high stockings, the sheer fabric hinting at the smooth skin beneath. Finishing with laced high-heeled boots.

But it suits her. Tony thought, liking her fashion sense. 

Her pale face was framed with tousled, deep auburn hair. Her lips, clad in deep, blood-red lipstick, were thin and slightly pouty. And her most striking makeup, the eyeliner, stood out starkly. 

"No, I don't think I can do this, Tony. My magic helps me with telekinesis, energy manipulation, and some neuroelectric interfacing." Wanda truthfully confessed. "I… I've never tried anything like this."

Clap!

"Then we got some work to do." Tony clapped his hands and started tapping on the keyboard. “I’ve done my homework on Asgardian magic—don’t ask how boring that was—so I’ve got a few ideas. End of the day, magic’s just energy doing cartwheels. I just need to dial in on this Chaos magic of yours and help you figure out how it ticks.”

Wanda stood silently right beside Tony, looking at the screen. At times she felt his shoulder brush against her. She'd tried to find Tony's motives behind helping her and her brother all those months. 

She'd written a long list of possible motives. One after another, she crossed them all out. The more she read about his actions over the past four years, the more she became certain. Tony Stark simply had no thoughts behind his actions when it came to helping someone. He just did it because it was the right thing to do. It was his job.

Or so she liked to believe. It didn't make sense why he'd fight against all of the political and business world, taking massive risks; why he'd liberate nations and give them electricity, means to grow. No loans, no shady deals. 

She'd seen politicians and this wasn't how they were most often. 

“Why are you helping me with this? I understand helping Sokovia. My brother. Stopping Hydra. But this… what if I lose control? What if I hurt you? Or other people?”

Tony smiled without looking at her. "The fact that you’re even asking that kind of answers itself. A friend once told me—with a straight face, mind you—that with great power comes great responsibility. She was talking about me being President at the time, but I’m pretty sure it applies to superheroes, too. And hey, think of it like an itch you can’t scratch. If I couldn’t use everything I’ve got to solve a problem, it’d drive me nuts. Doesn’t it bug you? Not knowing just how far you can go?"

Wanda lost it there. She hoped he'd say something selfish. Something that'd make it easier to dislike him. 

Yet again, she felt annoyed by his answer. It was too perfect, too kind, and she hated how it made her feel. That calm, speedy rhythm in her chest. Confusing and warm. 

"Thanks."

"Too early for that. Now, step over there and use your magic on the sensors." 

####

It wasn't easy. It wasn't a small undertaking. Understanding magic was akin to understanding calculus while being a caveman. Tony used sensors of all kinds and took readings. Even borrowed many from Reed and Bruce. But that was the easy part. Understanding the readings and making a sense of them was the hard part. 

As days turned into weeks, Tony and Wanda spent days and nights working in Stark Tower's lab. Of course, Tony went to the White House now and then to deal with things. Most of the other times it was Jarvis. It was a type of experiment, to see if Jarvis had the ability to manage the country for a short time. 

It was a short glimpse into the future. On how the world would someday run. Efficiently, calculated, without making any mistakes. Without any greed, or hunger for power. 

Many other things happened over the weeks. 

Pepper Potts resigned from the position of Stark Industries' CEO. It sent shockwaves throughout the world. She was the most powerful person in the world after Tony Stark. Many speculated what was going on. Of course, none had the real idea behind it. 

The Avengers Initiative was also growing constantly. New additions kept appearing. Recently, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, and Jessica Jones joined. Though they were members of the Avengers US branch and not full international members like the Captain and Bruce. 

Bucky Barnes was still working around the world, hunting Hydra remnants. Working as intended by Tony. 

Peter Parker also debuted officially as Spiderman in New York. 

There was so much happening that Tony simply didn't have enough time. But he had capable people handling things. Even Wakanda wanted to join in with him now. T'Challa sought a meeting with him but kept getting denied. Tony didn't want to deal with him as the US President. 

And his days as the President were numbered. 

####

As September rolled in, Tony started to get closer to the end of his research. It had been 4 months since he and Wanda started working together. He'd also made countless upgrades to his Iron Man suit, granting it immunity and defenses against certain magical attacks as well. 

"Pizza, Tony?" Wanda brought in a box of pizza, opened it, grabbed a slice, and raised it to Tony's face, letting him take a bite. 

Working together for four months, day and night, was enough time to get closer and become friends. However, in their case, the lines had been blurred a little more. Wanda had become comfortable around Tony in a way that couldn't be described. 

A few times, things had gotten dangerously close to getting messy. Thankfully, Tony held himself back. It was hard to deny a beautiful lady like Wanda. But he didn't want to mess up his impression. 

Still, he rather liked that closeness with her. It was comforting. 

"Thanks. I’m thinking we’ll have it wrapped up by tomorrow night," Tony said, taking the slice from her hand. "Looks like a watch, sure—but it’s packing more tricks than a magician at a kids’ party. Your Chaos magic? Think of it like a boxer’s fist. The more you throw it, the sharper it gets."

Wanda nodded, eating a slice too. She'd discarded her red leather jacket, boots, and stockings. She had often noticed how Tony's gaze would linger on her long, slender legs whenever she sat down on the couch. 

A few months back she'd never have done something like that. But now, although she felt stupid doing it, she sought his attention. This was the first time she felt this way about something. She knew what it was. She knew she shouldn't. But Tony felt like the right choice, however short this experience may be.

“So… I’ll be moving back to my apartment downstairs after that?” she asked softly. After four months in Stark Mansion, it had started to feel like home.

"Why?" Tony glanced at her, noticing the sullen emotions in those kohl-clad eyes. "Addicted to my vibe?"

Wanda smiled, her white pearly teeth in full display. "Maybe."

"Careful there, I might bite," Tony said and focused back on the watch he was tweaking. He didn't fail to notice Wanda's long, loud exhale, disappointment evident.

He'd see those expressions often. And he liked to believe he was under control. Sadly, women were his weakness. Especially those who came close to him like Wanda did. 

That day, he gave it his all and worked on the watch. It was meant to help Wanda exert her powers without losing control. Chaos magic was a type of energy and her body had limits to how much it could produce. 

Finally, as the night approached, Tony finished working in the lab, tired. 

"Just a little left," Tony said with a yawn, tugging off his gloves. "I’m calling it for now—gonna hit the shower. See you at dinner. Maybe after, we can go celebrate almost finishing this thing. Emphasis on almost—I don't want to jinx it."

"I'd love that. I'll go change," Wanda replied gloomily.

Tony watched her follow him. He almost believed she was going to walk into his room and enter his shower together. But at the end point, she turned towards her room and left him alone. 

It's risky staying with her here. 

He walked into the shower and wiped himself clean with some fresh-scented body wash. Music blasted around him, throughout his bedroom. In just two more months he'd be done being the President. He didn't know what past presidents felt at the end of their term but he felt really excited.

At last, he'll be a civilian again. Almost, but those details didn't matter. No more meetings with foreign leaders. No more useless dinners. No more time wasted giving speeches. 

Good times are coming back. 

He turned off the shower, wiped himself with a towel, and put on a bathrobe. He didn't bother tying it up from the front and stepped out of the bath. 

"I'm on the highwa—" He sang along and looked into the wardrobe to find something casual to wear.

Knock! Knock!

"Hm?" Tony quickly tied the bathrobe and opened the bedroom door. "Wanda… What are you…"

Wanda stood there in nothing but a bathrobe, similar to Tony's. It was knee-length, white, and tied around her slim waist. "Tony... can I use your shower? Mine has no hot water."

That's impossible. 

"Sure." He stepped aside and let her walk in. 

I'm playing a dangerous game now. 

It wasn't that he had any aversion to her. The issue was that he knew her well. He'd read her file and knew that Wanda had never had a romantic relationship before. She never had an intimate life. Which meant she'd never been with a guy. And he didn't want to be her first. He didn't care but for the opposite gender, it was a big deal, he reckoned.

Sighing, he returned to the wardrobe and picked out clothes for himself. 

"Tony~"

Before he could change his clothes, he heard a very sultry, slurred call from behind. He almost felt worried, somewhat knowing what he was going to find. He was no fool. The moment she walked through that door, he knew her plan. 

Yet, he moved. 

Slowly, he pivoted on his feet and looked at the bathroom door. 

Fuck it! She wants it.

He gave up all the resistance. There was no chance of standing strong against what stood in front of him. Bare from head to toe, those mascara-clad eyes so needy and emotional. Her single arm embarrassingly covered her bust while a hand covered her loins. 

"T-Tony… I…"

Wanda stepped closer to Tony. The lack of water on her body and her dry, wavy hair didn't hint that she had taken a shower. This was her true, well-thought decision. And that same decision made her remove her hands and reveal herself to him fully.

Wanda soon stood before him, bare, vulnerable, and yet so deliberately tempting. Perfectly soft, pale skin, the kind that begged to be touched, the kind that seemingly never saw sunlight. Slender yet curvaceous, her hourglass figure was made for indulgence. Handful perky, pink-tipped breasts, nipples hardened from the cool air–or maybe from anticipation. Lower, her stomach was taut and smooth, leading to the freshly shaven, glistening rosy slit between her thighs. 

She’d prepared for this. She wanted this.

Her auburn waves cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast to the bold, smudged mascara framing her wide, desperate eyes. A vision of purity ruined by lust. The slight tremble in her fingers betrayed her nerves, but she didn’t hesitate. 

Step by step, she crossed the room, her curving hips swaying. Her lips slightly parted as if waiting for his next move, until she reached him.

Her arms draped over his shoulders, her body flush against him as she rose onto her toes. She kissed him, her lips warm and soft. It was the kind of kiss that made men weak. 

Tony barely had time to react before her fingers found the knot of his bathrobe, pulling it loose in a single motion. The heavy fabric slid down his back, pooling at his feet, leaving them both stripped bare.

It's her choice now. 

Tony hesitated, but not for long. His arms circled her waist, pulling her closer, their naked skin pressed together. 

He could feel her inexperience in the way she kissed; tentative, searching, unsure. So he took control, guiding her, parting her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth in slow, teasing strokes. Back and forth, he taught her how to move, how to taste. And Wanda followed, mimicking his movements with growing confidence, melting into him.

His hands wandered down the length of her silk-smooth back, exploring every curve, every dip, before settling on the lush swell of her ass. Round, plump, soft under his touch. He spread his fingers wide, squeezing, marveling at how fucking perfect she felt, marshmallowy between squeezes of his fingers. 

But Wanda wasn’t just some shy, delicate thing. No, she was eager. Bolder than he expected. Her hand slipped between them, tentative at first, until her fingers wrapped around his cock.

Tony exhaled sharply from the grip.

She took her time, as if committing every ridge, every vein to memory with her light touch. She traced his thick shaft with delicate fingertips, measuring its length, its sheer size. She tested the soft, sensitive skin, pulling it back, exposing the flushed, growing head. 

A tiny, fascinated hum left her throat as she pressed her thumb against the tiny slit, rubbing in slow circles, smearing his arousal over the sensitive tip. Her breaths grew heavier, needier. Her hand slid further down, cupping his balls, rolling them in her palm, feeling the slight, wrinkled texture. She savored every reaction from him, growing bolder with each passing second.

The more she touched, the more frantic her kisses became, her lips parting with gasping breaths, her body pressing impossibly closer. She wanted him. Badly.

"Mmm… Tony…" Wanda exhaled, her words breathy whispers. "I really… really want this…"

Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees.

Tony barely had time to process before she reached for him, wrapping those slender fingers around the thick base of his cock. 

Her face looked so innocent yet so utterly depraved at the same time, hovering right under his throbbing shaft. She held him there, right on the middle of her pretty face, aligning the heavy length from her chin to the middle of her forehead, her wide eyes staring up at him in something between awe and hunger.

She had never touched a cock before. That much was obvious. The way her grip tightened slightly, testing the hardness of his manhood, her thumb running along a thick vein like she was mapping out something fascinating. Her gaze flickered, her pupils dilating as she realized just how much of him there was.

Then, hesitantly, she parted those plump lips and leaned in.

Tony groaned when her warm, wet tongue flicked against his base, slow at first, but growing bolder as she dragged the soft, pink tongue up the underside of his shaft. Slow, teasing strokes, slicking him with her spit, savoring every inch. 

His cock twitched at the sight of her; so pure, so untouched, so fucking eager, making it impossible to think straight.

Wanda bit her lip as if unsure of what to do next. But determination won out. She pressed her mouth to his swollen crown, suckling gently, her tongue swirling over the tip. 

“Ummhh..” A sharp, needy moan escaped her when she tasted the first beads of his precum, her fingers squeezing around the shaft as she tried to take more of him.

Tried.

She struggled. Her jaw stretched wide, her mouth working around him, but she barely made it halfway before she gagged, pulling back with a gasp, her lips slick with spit. The inexperience was painfully obvious. She had no rhythm, no technique, just unfiltered, eager curiosity. She wanted to please him, wanted to learn, but her body wasn’t used to it.

Tony clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to push deeper, to make her take him properly. But she wasn’t ready for that. Instead, he reached down, gripped her slender arm, and pulled her up with ease.

“Slow down.” He pressed her back against the nearest wall. “That’s not how you should experience your first.”

Wanda blinked up at him, dazed, panting. But she didn’t argue.

Tony kissed her again, slow but deep, making sure she felt every inch of his tongue. His hands trailed lower, cupping the soft swell of her shimmering breasts. Then he leaned down, wrapping his lips around one tight, pink nipple, sucking greedily. 

Wanda hummed a low purr, arching into his mouth. Her fingers tangled into his hair, clutching him like she never wanted him to stop.

“Tony… ah—” She gasped his name when he softly nibbled her nipple, rolling her hips against him unconsciously, her body desperate for friction.

He tormented her, taunting her untouched body, marking her with lips and tongue, dragging out every sweet, desperate sound she had to offer. And only when he was sure she was completely lost in pleasure did he finally lift his head.

Foreheads touching, eyes locked, his breath ghosted over her lips. 

“You sure?”

"For months now,” she whispered.

Tony didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her right thigh and lifted it, hooking her leg over his arm, stretching her open for him, marking their new position. 

Wanda gasped at the new angle, her moist, untouched folds parting slightly, leaving her completely exposed.

"Ummh…" She knew what she needed to do. She moaned, reaching down between them. She wrapped her fingers around his aching, iron-hard shaft once more. His cock throbbed in her grip, ready and more than eager.

She bit her lip, lining him up, pressing his flushed cockhead against her soaked, virgin gates.

Then, she subtly nodded. She knew it wouldn’t be easy. She knew it would hurt. But she wanted him anyway.

Tony pressed forward, his swollen tip pushing on Wanda’s slick pussy, feeling the tiny, involuntary twitches of her pristine walls reacting to him. A tight, trembling pulse clenched at his cockhead, sucking him in ever so slightly.

With a slow, firm thrust, he pushed in. Heat engulfed him instantly. Wet, clinging, and impossibly tight. Her virgin cunt fought against the sheer size of him. He could feel every ridge of her delicate insides trying to stretch around his girth, squeezing in protest as he split her open for the first time. 

Then it happened. 

“Ummmh…” Wanda gritted her teeth.

That fragile barrier gave way with a slick, yielding snap. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from Tony’s chest as he felt himself spear through, her chaste walls stretching, clinging, and spasming helplessly around him. Her pussy clenched down hard, scorching-hot and impossibly tight, pulsing in frantic, fluttering ripples as if struggling to accommodate his thick rod, splitting her open.

“Ah!” A sharp little gasp left Wanda’s lips, her fingers clawing at his back, digging into his skin hard enough to leave red streaks.

Her whole body jolted against him, a leg raised sideways, spine arching as the searing stretch tore through her. It burned, tight, raw, perfect. The sharp sting barely had time to register before something sinful took over, a needy throb deep in her gut. Her walls twitched around the thick cock prying her open. She was drenched, slick, and clinging, her pussy milking him instinctively, desperate to mold around the sheer size.

Tony pulled back slightly, then eased in again, using just a third of his length, careful but firm, urging her to take more. A thin smear of red streaked across his cock, mixing with her glistening arousal, her innocence lost. It didn’t feel right, but she wanted it.

“Ohh…” Wanda moaned, her mascara ruining as tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Not pain, just the emotions. From how much she wanted this.

His thrusts deepened, dragging against her soaked walls, stretching her around every thick inch. What started as shallow, teasing strokes turned into greedy, merciless plunges. His cock carving space inside her, nudging spots so deep inside her she didn’t even know could feel this good.

“Mmmmm… oh!” Her moans broke into breathy little whimpers, her fingers clutching at this back, her body learning, adapting, craving more.

Then, with a wrecked, breathless cry, she came, hard. For the first time on a cock and it felt as amazing as she'd hoped it would. 

Wanda’s walls gripped and throbbed, a tight, desperate clamp that milked him with every quivering pulse. Slick, molten heat gushed down his length, coating him in a messy flood, dripping and smearing as her body spasmed helplessly around him, coming for him. From him.

Tony slowed, letting her convulse around him, feeling every desperate squeeze and pulse as her climax wrung his cock. His grip tightened on her hips, holding her still as he let her ride out every shuddering wave, his cock twitching inside her, drowning and buried deep.

Then, without a word, he put her trembling leg down and pulled out. His hands lingered, savoring the warmth of her skin before guiding her toward the edge of the massive, luxurious bed.

"Lean forward," he murmured, leading her with care. 

Wanda let herself be moved, her limbs still feeling weak from the climax. She let him guide her body, and push her forward onto the bed until she fell over the corner edge, face down.

Soon, she lay sprawled at the corner of the bed, her face pressed sideways into the plush mattress, strands of auburn hair sticking to her damp cheek. Her back rose and fell with deep, panting breaths, her entire body burning with lingering pleasure. Below, her feet remained planted on the floor, parted on each side of the bed’s corner, spread just enough to expose her slick, battered slit. A glistening mess of red-tinted juices clung to her inner thighs, raw and freshly taken.

Tony stood behind her, his chest heaving as he admired the sight. Her stretched, glistening pussy lips twitched, coated in their shared filth. His cock throbbed, slick with her arousal, veined and hungry, still aching for more. He ran a possessive hand down the curve of her spine, feeling her shudder beneath his touch.

“I’ll keep going,” he growled.

“Yes! D-Don’t sto-oop!” She gasped as Tony grabbed her hips and drove back into her, her fingers clawing into the bedsheets. 

The stretch burned, but the pleasure drowned it out, deep and overwhelming. She strained herself to relax, welcoming him deeper, feeling the thick heat of his cock push into places she never knew existed. He filled her, nudged against the edge of her womb, making her toes curl and her moans break into helpless, gasping cries.

Tony built a rhythm; rough, relentless. His hips snapped forward as his length slid in and out of her squelching pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room, each thrust sending another sharp jolt of pleasure. 

“Ah, ah… yes, yes, yessss~” Wanda let it all go. There was no reason to be embarrassed anymore when he was already thrusting inside her most cherished part. When he’d already claimed her first.

Her body reacted without control, her core tightening, fluttering, spilling wave after wave of slick arousal down his shaft. His scraping cock seemingly carved a place for itself. Stretched wide, but still snug enough that she felt every pump of his veins, the rim of his cock as his skin would push back at his thrusts.

Then she felt him lean down over her back, his chest flush against her back, his breath hot against her ear. A trail of kisses on her shoulder, her nape. Each press of his lips made her ass arch into him. 

His fingers tangled in her hair, gathering the damp strands, and with a firm but measured pull, he raised her head back. 

That made his cock plunge deeper, almost too much. She gasped, the slight tension sending an electric thrill through her spine, but she got the message.

Tilting her face, she met his lips, moaning into his mouth as their tongues tangled in desperate hunger. He devoured her, taking everything she had to offer while his hips never stopped moving, never stopped thrusting. The deep, rhythmic slaps of their bodies echoed, mixing with her gasping moans and his low, ragged grunts.

Something inside her started to crack, something deeper than just physical pleasure. It was power, a raw, unbridled force slipping beyond her control.

The more she felt him carve her with his manhood, the more she lost it. Scarlet, translucent wisps of magic crackled over her flushed skin, curling around her fingers, and her wrists, pulsing with each thrust.

Tony noticed.

Between the heat of her body and the strange, tingling warmth in the air, something stirred inside him, something carnal, feral. His muscles tensed, his skin prickling with an unnatural heat. He didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t care. He felt unstoppable, burning with lust that wasn’t just his own.

He pulled away from her lips, standing back upright, his hands grabbing her lush ass again. He grabbed two handfuls, spreading her wide to see everything, watching the way his cock plunged into her, how her pussylips clung to every inch of him. The sight thrilled him to no end.

And then, with a smirk, he spat. A slick trail of saliva landed between the perfect roundness of her asscheeks. His thumb swiped through it, dragging the wetness down, pressing teasingly against the forbidden star of her ass. No invasion, just a slight press, a slick, possessive greed to make her tremble.

“Aah! Tony!” Wanda’s entire body jolted, her back arching, a wild moan ripping from her throat. 

She had never felt anything like it before, so filthy, so wrong, but so unbearably good. The red magic around her flared, crackling like wildfire, her entire body trembling at the peak of something uncontrollable.

Tony groaned as saw the crimson sparks ripple over his body as well, feeling the heat inside him coil impossibly tight. He felt wild, unrestrained lust crash over him like a tidal wave. He was close, so fucking close. 

He felt something strange. A strange connection with Wanda. The more wild he became with his thrusts the more he grew desperate. The arousal, the satisfaction, the sensations heightened. The harder he pumped, the more violet those mysterious, crimson sparks became.

"Close… I'm… gonna…" He rasped, losing control. He knew he had to pull out, but something in the air, electric, pulsing, kept him rooted.

He tried to pull back. But something glued him in there.

“Ooooooh…” Wanda shuddered beneath him, her Chaos magic flaring wildly, igniting every nerve in both of them. The red sparks intensified, crackling through the room like wildfire, bursting out of her pale, writhing, shivering body. 

Tony barely had time to register it before she screamed for him. Her ass jolted in unimaginable quivers.

“To–Tooon-eeeh!!” She moaned raw and desperate. Her fists clenched the bedsheets like her life depended on it. Her entire body jolted non-stop.

Wooosh!

A visible, shockwave of red flared outward from her body, sweeping through the entire room. The magic traveled into Tony’s veins, searing through him like liquid fire. Every nerve lit up, raw and overstimulated, drowning him in unbearable heat. Logic shattered, leaving only the reckless, primal need to fuck. 

His body betrayed him. His hips meant to withdraw, slammed home instead, again and again, making a mess between their colliding flesh. Making Wanda’s body jump on the bed with each plunging dive. 

Soon, balls deep. Buried to the hilt. He was helpless to the insatiable lust now roaring through him.

“Ghk.. Gaaaah!” A guttural groan ripped from his throat as his cock swelled, the thick veins pulsing with unbearable heat. There was magic in it. In every shudder of his thighs, his balls, and the flexes of his cock.

“Ooooh!” Wanda, already spent and climaxed, felt it all so dangerously. Each little stiffening spasm of his shaft deep. His cockhead nudged against her cervix, threatening to explode. And he did.

He spilled, endlessly. His load surged out in waves so thick and hot it should have been impossible. The deep, rhythmic throbs of his cock sent shocks through Wanda’s body, her walls milking him in chaotic spasms, greedily sucking down every molten drop to her depths. 

The sheer intensity stole his breath, his vision tunneling, every muscle locked in raw, spurting release. He just kept staring down as he made a filthy mess of such proportion he couldn’t believe it. How did he store that much in his balls?

Then suddenly, Jarvis’ voice cut through the haze into his ears. "Sir, a mental disturbance was detected. Chaos magic was discovered."

Tony barely heard it, his head still spinning from the high. Still, hilt deep in Wanda’s snug pussy.

“Haaaah…” He exhaled, long and shaky, staring down at Wanda’s utterly wrecked form under him. Slowly, he pulled out, his slick, throbbing shaft glistening white. His batter, so much more than humanly possible, spilled from her in thick, creamy ropes, frothing from her stretched pussy, oozing in heavy, obscene dribbles down the soft curve of her inner thighs, pooling on the floor in slow, lazy drops.

He let out a breath, watching the sinful aftermath of what they’d just done.

But what was done was done. It was too late to think about it.

Tony exhaled deeply, his body still thrumming. But he wasn’t one to roll over and pass out, not when he had a warm, wrecked witch in his arms. 

He climbed onto the bed and pulled Wanda up with him, shifting until his back rested against the plush headboard.

He pulled her close, guiding her between his legs until her soft, naked body melted against him. Her breasts, warm and plump, still flushed from their feverish fuck, pressed snugly against his spent cock, the lingering heat of her skin making his muscles twitch. 

Her beautiful, dazed face nestled against his upper abs, her lips ghosting over his skin with each slow breath.

Tony let one hand roam through her long, auburn hair, his fingers combing through the silken strands, massaging her scalp with lazy, indulgent strokes. His other hand traced idle patterns down the delicate curve of her spine, grounding her in the moment, letting them both rest. His eyes slipped shut, his head falling back against the cushioned headboard.

Silence stretched between them, a moment of peace in the aftermath of chaos. But peace never lasted long with Wanda, it seemed.

He felt movement. Subtle at first, then unmistakable. His lashes fluttered open, gaze dropping downward, just in time to see Wanda sliding lower. 

She gripped his soft shaft, her fingers curling around him possessively, before lowering her lips and swallowing him whole.

Tony hummed, feeling the wet heat of her mouth engulf him. The slick, eager suction sent a sharp pulse of pleasure through his body, coaxing a smirk to his lips.

He chuckled. "Let’s ditch going out. We can order some food to recharge and then… how about a second round?"

Wanda didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she let his cock slip from her mouth with a lewd pop, the thick, swollen head stretching between her lips as she squeezed it between them, playful, as if molding him like warm clay. Her tongue flicked out, swirling over the tip before she finally glanced up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger.

"Only two?" She smirked wickedly. "Four sounds better."

Tony just chuckled, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

“Insatiable witch,” he muttered, but he didn’t stop her.

He had no clue why she wanted this. 

Now, he just stopped questioning it. 

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Hector Morgan was a nobody. All his life he'd worked a deadbeat job on a ranch. But that changed when he got access to EMMA, the new semi-online university that President Stark opened. He was amongst the first to join. And he personally took up the diploma course of advanced electrical technician.

It was tough. A true grind. Even more so when he was already 30, married, with a newborn. But things weren't bad. As soon as his diploma course ended, the university itself fetched him a job. And that's why he was now in Florida, many states away from his home, working a good job.

But today was special. President Stark had announced a rally in Florida and he chose to attend it. How could he not when he considered himself the greatest fan of President Stark? Heck, he even named his firstborn son, Tony. However, he later realized President Stark's real name was Anthony. It didn't matter, though. Tony was also nice.

"Yeaaaaaah! Stark! Stark! Stark! Stark!"

A free beer in his hand, he stood in the stands nearest to the stage. It was a stadium where the rally was being held. The entire stadium was filled to the brim, and he was lucky to have arrived earlier than most. The place was just ten minutes from his home. 

"STAAAAARK!"

He roared like everybody else. Tony Stark had finally arrived on the stage. There were so many American flags around, the blood-pumping colors of red, white, and blue. The massive screens showed Tony's face, the Iron Guardians hovering in the sky made it all so majestic. 

He hoped to listen to another epic speech from the President. He hadn't missed a single one. He even kept recordings of them on his phone. 

"Settle down, folks." 

"Yes, Sir!" Hector almost saluted and stopped roaring to listen better. 

From the stage, Tony Stark's voice echoed. To Hector's surprise, the first line was a question aimed at all of them in the stadium. 

"Alright, quick question for you all. Let’s say you’re stranded—hungry, tired, probably rethinking some life choices. Then, boom, you find two buns of bread. The expiration date says they’re good for a few years, so no mystery science experiment happening in your stomach. Now, do you gobble them both down like it’s your last meal, or do you play it smart and save one for later?"

Hector knew the answer and shouted back. "Save one for later, Mr. President!"

"I didn't hear you. Say it louder."

"SAVE IT FOR LATER! MR. PRESIDENT!" Hector almost shattered his vocal cords. But he had his beer to stay hydrated.

"That's right—Smart choice."

Hector smiled proudly. He was not the smartest man, but he knew voting for President Stark was the best decision of his life. He remembered how he'd even fought against his family to defend his choice. 

Again, he focused back on the stage. But suddenly, he felt a strange, ominous sensation. Seeing how that woman, that CEO stood so close to the President made him feel strange. He knew her well and admired her too. But this was different. 

What's happening? 

"My fellow Americans, that’s why I say—save the backup plan for later. You never know when things might hit the fan again, and you’ll be glad you kept that spare bun."

What does he mean?

"Which is why I, Tony Stark, will not be running for re-election.”

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Hector bellowed, truly shattering his throat. He cared not for the bear he spilled anymore. He wasn't the only one. 

At the same time, in unison, the entire stadium erupted in the same string of two letters.

"NOOOOO~!"