Yawn!
Tony opened his eyes to the warm scent of the two beauties hugging him on each side. It had been one strange night after the Florida rally. First, Raven appeared in Stark Tower with Rogue at her side. What started as a simple discussion on mutant rights and the extension of Xavier school became a steamy three-way night of pleasure.
To his excuse, Rogue initiated it, and Raven simply joined in. For some reason, Rogue had become addicted to the art of bodily pleasures. Since she could finally feel a guy inside her, she wanted him nowhere but in her, from the first thrust to the last pump.
Surprisingly, Raven competed with Rogue, and it was one tiring night.
Swallowing a deep breath, he raised his head and pointed his finger at the large TV in front of the bed. Instantly, the screen lit up, and the room was filled with the noise of the news telecast.
[…If President Stark is known for one thing, that is not backing down on his words. His refusal to get re-elected must be accepted. And his decision to have Ms. Potts take his place should be taken seriously. We have the Secretary of State, Charles Xavier, on the line with us… Secretary Xavier, what should we expect from this explosive news? Can you tell us about the process that went behind the decision to propose Ms. Potts' name?]
The bald, stern-looking Charles's face appeared on the screen.
[Not much thought was needed. I've known Ms. Potts for some time, and she's known President Stark far longer than most of us. She stood beside him long before Iron Man, long before the presidency. My colleagues in Congress and I agree—no one understands his vision better than she does. Our task now is to honor that vision: peace, security, prosperity, and unity. Beyond the name on the door, very little is changing.]
Tony nodded strongly, smirking at Xavier's live bullshitting skills. The truth was that he didn't consider anything before pushing forward Pepper's name. He just chose her because the calculations and the statistics suggested that she'd be the best for the job. But still, he agreed with what Charles said. Pepper was going to continue his vision. The sword of consequences against corrupt politicians, bureaucrats, and corporations would continue to fall. Lobbying would remain a dream.
[And it's a great risk, many are saying. Ms. Potts, if elected, will be the first female President—]
[I'll have to interrupt there.]
Tony sat up to listen to the man.
[That's true—Ms. Potts will be the first female president. But that is not why she was chosen. When we reduce her to a "first," we risk diminishing everything she stands for—her resilience, her leadership, her record.
The National Technocratic Alliance does not practice tokenism. We value merit. Ms. Potts was selected because she shares Tony Stark's vision and because she helped shape it. She's led Stark Industries for over five years—a responsibility that speaks for itself. And if anyone needs reminding of what that entails… they haven't been paying attention.]
"That's my boy!" Tony clapped softly. "Your Dumbledore is great, Rogue."
Rogue drowsily woke up, hugging the quilt against her supple breasts, nude underneath, covered in dozens of hickies. "Wait… why's he on the news?"
"He's the Secretary of State." Raven also woke up, but she didn't bother covering herself. She knew how much Tony loved seeing her original, blue body, her eyes, and the red hair. Similarly, she was covered in hickies, too.
"Oh… Ah keep forgettin' that," Rogue sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "You're really not gonna be president again?"
"Not this time. Can't speak for the far-off future—I'm still a spring chicken, relatively speaking. Besides, there's a bunch of stuff I can't pull off as president. But as Tony Stark? That's Tuesday."
"Such as?" Rogue inquired.
"Replacing dictatorships, toppling regimes, sticking my nose in places where political corruption smells worse than my gym socks—yeah, I'll do all that. And I mean every word. Earth's never gonna unite if half of us live in penthouses and the other half can't afford a roof in a slum. Half of us eat caviar, and the other half can't even find water. We need the same baseline—comfort, education, a shot at wealth. Only then will we stop seeing flags and start seeing, you know, humanity as one species."
Rogue let out a low whistle and slipped an arm around Tony's side. "Sounds downright crazy, sugar… but I s'pose that's just you bein' you."
Feeling her sweet, soft swells on his naked side made his cock swell back to full mast. He looked at her, grinning, and then back at the clock. "I gotta visit Asia today, but… I suppose I can stay a little to commemorate our morning nicely."
"Oh… now you're just spoilin' me, Tony." Rogue grinned and pushed the quilt away entirely, straddling Tony's lap, squeezing his hardened shaft under the weight of her slowly salivating pussy lips. "What 'bout you, Raven? Feelin' sweet this mornin'?"
Raven pursed her lips and glanced at the clock. She had worked in Tony's administration, too. "Hmm… I suppose I am."
"I got enough room for two." Tony wrapped an arm around Raven's shoulder and pulled her in for a lush, morning kiss. He was simply obsessed with her otherworldly features. Enough that it made his cock twitch, which Rogue took care of by shoving it in her warm, snug cunt. Rogue was obsessed with keeping him in, even though she wasn't fully prepared yet.
He didn't mind, it was her choice. He gave equal attention to both women.
That was just another average morning for Tony Stark. But not everyone had that great of a morning. Especially not if you're Peter Parker, who has just started his superhero career.
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Peter was aware of Ororo and Tony's son. He was happy for them and for himself. Since Aunt May had gone to California to help Storm, he had the entire high-rise apartment for himself. With access to the openable window that Tony used, he had quick access in and out of the apartment.
He was told that May wouldn't return for months.
He was wrong.
Caught like a deer in a headlight, he climbed into the house without much thought. Tired after a late night of heroing and catching some evil dudes. He wanted to munch on some food and just go to sleep before waking up and heading to school.
That was the plan, at least.
"Peter?!"
He crawled into the house, still in his new Spiderman suit. May was right there, on the couch, staring back at him.
"Who? I… I came to meet Peter." He tried to bluff.
But the moment May had her hands on her waist, the game was over.
"I know it's you, Peter. Tony wouldn't have given that crazy window access to just anyone. Take the mask off. Now! Or you're grounded." May's voice was sharp, but her eyes were wide with worry, and her arms were crossed like she was holding back a storm.
Peter gulped and defeatedly took off his mask. Ned already knew; he reckoned it wouldn't be a big deal. But before he could explain it, he saw his aunt dial Tony angrily and ask him to come over.
Minutes later, he heard the sound of Tony flying into the apartment through the same large window.
"M-Mr. Stark… I was…" Peter feared Tony getting blamed. If anything, he was much better than he had imagined, thanks to him. "Aunt May just found out."
"I can see that, buddy."
"You knew?" May glared at Tony, her arms now crossed over her chest. "For how long?"
With the metallic mask gone, Tony calmly responded. "I'm the President. I know everything."
"Then why did you hide it from me? I… Peter, he's all I have. You know how many times I've told you—I worry about him. Every day."
"Aunt May, please..." Peter stepped toward her, his voice tight, eyes pleading. "It was me. I didn't want you to know. I—I asked him not to tell you. Mr. Stark didn't make me do anything—he stopped me from doing something stupid. He sent me to the X-Men's place to train. Six months. If it weren't for him..."
"No, I don't want this… this isn't what I wanted for you. Why, Peter? You're such a good kid—bright, thoughtful. Tony saw that in you. He gave you that internship, remember? You could've had a normal life… maybe in a lab at Stark Industries, doing something safe, something good."
"He'd have made CEO in a few years," Tony said offhandedly, already cracking open a Dr. Pepper from the fridge.
"See, Tony agrees that you're talented." May touched Peter's shoulder, feeling the texture of his suit. "So… why are you really doing this?"
"Because I have to, Aunt May. Because I have these powers."
May kept shaking her head in fear. The thought of losing Peter, her only living relative, scared her.
"May, let me put it this way..." Tony chimed in. "Is Peter the kind of kid who rescues kittens from trees and helps little old ladies cross the street?"
"T-That's right." She nodded.
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