Marvel: President Stark

Flash!

Flash!

Dozens of cameras flashed at the same time, and a dozen recorded and broadcast everything live.

Tony stood in front of the podium, behind him was Sharon Carter on one side and Rhodes on the other side. The podium was marked with the seal of the President, making it clear that this was the President speaking, not the G7 since he was doing that live speech from Brussels.

"Yeah, I've been brought up to speed on Malaysia Airlines Flight 17. Now, Russia's giving the classic 'wasn't us' routine, but here's the thing—I've got the receipts. Direct images, solid proof: the weapon was Russian, and the guys who pulled the trigger? Russian-backed. Deny that with a straight face." Tony held nothing back and tapped on his phone screen. The large TVs around him revealed his private satellite images and also some drone footage taken by a stealth Iron Guardian he had sent to investigate.

He allowed the media to take photos before continuing. "Well, this really stings. As President, I've been all-in on the whole 'world peace' thing—radical, I know. Thought the alien invasion might've been a slap-to-the-face moment for everyone, but apparently not. I kept my mouth shut when Crimea went sideways this year, but I can't keep playing the quiet guy. America's been pulling back—Afghanistan, Iraq, the works. Call me an optimist, but I kind of hoped others would take the hint and not crank up the drama. Guess that's on me."

"I've been banging my head against a rock. But you see—when hitting a rock doesn't do the job, you go for the bigger option: explosives. Let's make this crystal clear to Putin and any wannabe dictators out there—I don't need Congress' approval to drop a little... surprise on you. I'm not just the President, I'm also Iron Man. I can waltz into your palaces, knock on your door, and end your miserable reign before you even get a chance to scream for Mommy. Oh, and by the way, I've sent a little something to Russia—consider it a... reminder. If that doesn't work, well, I've got other methods. I'm not just sitting around while these tyrants think they can weaken Earth. There are alien threats out there big enough to make our nations look like playhouses, and I'll be damned if I let them win."

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Tony fixed his tie then, calming his nerves. Jokes aside, the shooting down of the passenger plane got to him. He tried his best to make Earth ready for space threats, and yet there were bastards out there trying to play the land grab game like it was the seventeen hundreds.

The cameras went crazy. Most had seen Tony being very direct and threatening in local politics before, but this marked the first time when he threatened another country like that.

"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!"

Tony looked around and pointed at one journalist. She was blonde and pretty, a no-brainer for Tony.

"Mr. Stark, what will you do if Russia continues to ignore your warnings?"

Tony shrugged and answered, "A couple of years ago, we had this guy with a funny little mustache. Didn't end well—history books covered that. This time, though? Not giving him the courtesy of writing his own ending. America's got the muscle, the money, and—let's be real—the tech game is all me. I've got a thousand ways to handle this. And nukes? Please. Someone already tried to take me out with one. Spoiler: I'm still here."

"Mr. Stark, will you declare war on Russia?"

Tony frowned, already bored of their questions. Not one guy had anything unique to ask. "Just a rehash of the previous question, ha? Meanwhile, I'm out here building a thousand Arc Reactor power plants—no big deal, just saving the world one megawatt at a time. But fine, let's clear this up one last time. Starting now, if there's a war or military mess anywhere on this planet, I—yours truly, not Uncle Sam—will step in. Because I'm not about to sit around waiting for some blue guy with a god complex to start playing target practice with us."

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Hearing no unique questions, Tony gave out his victory signs and left the podium with his team.

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"Damn, what a man."

Heads turned towards Rogue in the X-Mansion's private hall from the TV. All the important figures among the X-Men had gathered to decide what to do with the information collected from the Winter Soldier's head.

"That's not how a President should be talking," Scott Summers commented. "There's nothing admirable about this, Rogue."

"I know ya can't see without them glasses, but I didn't figure you were deaf too," Rogue muttered, her Southern drawl dripping with sass. "Listen to him—who's gonna compete with that? He's the king of the whole dang world, and he ain't shy 'bout it." She glanced at the screen and smirked. "Pretty easy on the eyes too."

"Let's focus. How do we handle this? Do we tell him outright? This man is Captain America's childhood friend. There will definitely be an internal struggle in Avengers if Captain America tries to save his friend," Jean Grey asked, being the one who looked into Bucky's head and unwinded the damage done.

"We have nothing to gain by hiding it," Magneto responded.

"He may grow to despise us for withholding the truth, but what truly matters is the manner in which we choose to share it with him," Charles added and looked at Raven, who had been the point of contact between them and Tony from the start. "I'll leave this to you, Raven."

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"So… how do I start?"

Tony shrugged, pants down, reclined on the couch in his private room on the Air Force One. "What do you mean? You asked for this. Wait, is this your first time?"

"First? No! No, no, I mean… I'm not that experienced."

"Then why did you ask for it?" Tony asked with a brow raised, feeling his hardening length grow tighter in the grip of her slender fingers as she sat on her knees between his legs, her small face so close to him that he could feel her breath. "I say, just go for it and do whatever you feel like—Forget about making a mess, you're eating an ice-cream."

It was a shocker when he just boarded Air Force One to return to the US and she approached him shyly. Daisy, sometimes called Quake or Skye by her codename, his technical expert for the job, asked him various details.

Details about his night with Sharon, and about other things. Noticing her gaze constantly lingering on his groin, he had a one-on-one talk with her and surprisingly, the quirky girl admitted that she was interested in the Presidential Cock.

That's what she called it. Presidential Cock.

So, as the best President to ever exist, he allowed her a once in a lifetime opportunity to blow the Presidential Cock. Besides, she was pretty cute, an Agent in SHIELD. Her auburn hair, small face, and brown eyes that focused on his hardening length were tempting.

"So… Please tell me if I'm doing it badly." Daisy muttered, eyes focused. She squeezed her grip and felt his cock swell around the top. The scent of his need made her feel tingles, and seeing him reach his full length with those veiny lines and the throbbing purple head made her lick her lips. "Here I go…"

She started stroking his cock and Tony shifted in his seat and spread his legs further to give her more space. Daisy moved closer and continued stroking him as she licked at the base.

She licked a line across the shaft to the very tip before taking him into her mouth. Barely halfway, she stopped and hesitated, as he was simply too big and lengthy, stretching her lipstick-covered lips wide. She relaxed her tongue and pressed on until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She held herself there for a moment and breathed loudly through her nostrils.

There was still a bit left so she stroked his cock around the base with her slender fingers and suckled his cockhead. She slowly nodded the best she could as silky saliva dripped from her lips aided her fingers. She tasted his salty precum, his musky aroma filling her nose.

"You can lick around the base and the balls too." Tony relaxedly guided her with commands. It felt utterly hot to him how desperate and focused she looked.

"Ummmhm…"

Daisy messily slobbered all over his cock, licking wildly and suckling little kisses all over his sensitive skin. She mouthed his balls one by one, sucking and playing with them with her tongue. She kept an uneven, messy pace, trying to pleasure him without choking on his sizable cock.

"Eyes on me."

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