Marvel: President Stark

Turns out, it's not a wise decision to try to blackmail the US President when one of the core cabinet members was a mind reader. With Charles there, the old man with the wild footage of Tony's college days had nowhere to run but get mind ravished and give out all the details.

Surprisingly, the man wasn't that much of a big deal. He was a college professor and stumbled upon the video footage by mere coincidence. Of course, he was also a member of Hydra, but far too low in the food chain. As for how he got into the White House—he had help from Hydra members in the White House.

That rang alarm bells in Tony's head.

At that point, he didn't care anymore and covered the entire White House with nanobots to keep an eye on everything. He also asked Charles to do random mind probes to find the moles. However, they found most of them thanks to the dumb blackmailer.

The guy planned to blackmail the President and get a few promotions while rising through the ranks in Hydra.

"Sweet." Tony was happy, though. He got to keep the crazy orgy video footage for himself. He was by no means ashamed because it was one heck of an orgy. Besides, he still had the hots for that professor. Sadly, the woman was old and frosty now.

Soon after, the blackmailer was arrested for treason, terrorism, conspiracy, threatening the President, trespassing on Restricted Government Property, assassination or attempted assassination of the President, and interference with Secret Service operations. Just like that, the man ruined his entire life.

But in the Oval Office, Tony wasn't even bothered by that since he had many other things to focus on. For example, Russia just annexed Crimea, and now he was supposed to do something about it.

"Sir, if you don't say something, the people will lose confidence. It's normal for the President to put out a reactionary statement." Christine Everhart advised him as his Press Secretary. "It's the norm."

Tony leaned back, rubbing his chin with exaggerated flair. "Who came up with that rule? Honestly, what do we even have to do with that part of the world? It's just us playing world police, keeping our shiny badge of hegemony intact. It's got nothing to do with human rights, the rule of law, or justice. Americans have been fed this delusional cocktail that America is the savior of the world and we have to put our nose into everything."

"So you plan to do nothing?" Charles asked as he was the Secretary of State and the mess was now on his bald head to solve.

"We need to respond to maintain confidence in NATO and our European partners," Rhodes added as the Secretary of Defense.

"He's right." Sharon Carter said, being the Defense Advisor.

Tony reclined back lazily in his executive chair while others stood around his table for his reply. He scratched his chin, feeling the beard needed a trim. Of course, he knew the best place to go for that.

"What do you think, Nat?" He glanced at his CIA head. "Any chatter?"

Natasha spoke only when asked. "Not a lot of talk, but there was pushback in Moscow. Even with orders from the top, some knew exactly how the world would react—and they weren't on board."

"And they still did it," Tony sighed, rolling his eyes as he scribbled on a piece of paper. "Alright, sanctions it is. That's our go-to move, right? I've got something brewing for Russia, but, you know, it'll take some time. Until then, let's just fake it till we make it. Throw out some sanctions, cry about it on the news, and act like it's a real challenge. But no provocations, got it? We need to look tough for the midterms. Oh, and I'll do a quick live speech, but no questions. We don't need to get too real."

Then Tony looked at Rhodes. "How's the disengagement from Afghanistan going?"

"Smooth and safe, Sir. Your Iron Guardians have done more than we could since they don't fear dying. Nearly the entire Taliban leadership's been wiped out, and we're on track with the high and mid-level targets. We can pull out by the end of the year and set up a real government. But we'll need to leave some Iron Guardians behind to keep things in line."

Tony nodded and wrote more on the paper, making notes on his next actions. "Slapping a government on that place isn't exactly the magic wand everyone thinks it is. That's why we're rolling with my Middle East Plan. Step one: weed out extremism. Step two: push education. Step three: build a high-trust society—even if we have to scare a few people straight at first. If the world's ever going to team up against, say, a space invasion, we need to make sure prosperity isn't just a VIP lounge thing. No balance, no peace."

The only thing that set Tony apart from any other politician was his ability to get things done. He had the means to accomplish anything he wanted. He had the money to not give a damn about opposition.

Listening to Tony, all those present in the room felt different emotions. Some admired him, and some felt annoyed because Tony wasn't openly declaring his plans. The PR he could earn from the Middle East Plan could give him an absolute second-term victory.

Yet, most of them knew that Tony only bragged when he was close to accomplishing his goal. Revealing the plans prematurely was counterintuitive.

"Alright, Christine, do your thing and charm the media. Rhodes, keep tabs on the Middle East—every major update hits my desk, pronto," Tony directed with a casual wave. Then, with a raised eyebrow, he added, "Natasha, stick around. We've got a little something to chat about."

Natasha hid her smirk and nodded.

In minutes, everyone left the room and the Black Widow remained behind. She wasn't dressed to seduce that day. Wearing office pants and a suit. Still, she walked over to the side of Tony's chair and leaned her hips against the edge of the table. She crossed her arms under the sizable bust and looked at the man who was also her part-time lover.

"How can I help you, Mr. President?"

Tony smirked, eyeing her pretty face. "You need to ask?"

Natasha chuckled and shifted closer to him while leaning against the table. "Right now?"

"Just kidding. No, I wanted to have a word with you. From now on, I want you to keep your eyes on Hydra. They're making moves in Eastern Europe, and I have a hunch they might be tied to this whole Crimea thing. If they are, I want to know why." Tony ordered her seriously, though he couldn't help but let his hand take some liberty and feel her covered thighs. Too bad she was wearing pants. "They might try to play around the Midterm to make me lose."

"They already are," Natasha said and eased closer to Tony, guiding him to move his hand a little inward between her thighs. "Don't worry, I've got my eye on the election. The FBI director's on it too. But maybe, you should worry about yourself. After the hit on Fury, trust is a luxury. Shield's compromised. Steve and I are digging, and what we're finding? It's a tangled, ugly mess."

"You watch your back. They'll be after you too." Tony stopped feeling her and stood up, face-to-face with her. With a soft touch, he caressed her face.

Natasha had no illusion in her mind that Tony loved her, or was romantically aroused. She knew him well enough to know that this was merely his way of showing concern for someone he considered close.

"I should get back to my work." She pecked a quick kiss on Tony's cheek and walked away. "I'll submit the report on the CIA rot soon."

Seeing her walk away, Tony raised his voice. "When do we go save your sister?"

Natasha froze in her steps and looked behind with a certain glint in her gaze. "I'm working on a plan."

"Anytime." He took back his seat.

He didn't work anymore and tried to relax himself. As months went by, he started to feel more tired and overworked. There was so much to do in such a short time. It was humanly impossible to divide his attention on so many things at the same time.

"Thanks, Jarvis."

"For what, Sir?" Came Jarvis' voice from his watch.

"For being my right and left hand."

Bzzzz…

"You have a call from Ms. Potts, Sir."

"Great timing." Tony picked up the call and lazily talked. "Hey there, Madam CEO. What's on the Stark Industries menu today—profits à la mode?"

"Congratulations, Tony."

"I don't remember it being my birthday. But hey, I'll accept all the gifts… if they come with you."

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