Comic Book Tony Stark Novels & Stories

Tangled in lies of omission I had built to protect us all. Just then, Lucas appeared out of nowhere, holding two takeaway coffee cups. He looked like he had stepped off a magazine cover in his leather jacket and jeans, hair tousled like he was born in a cologne commercial. "Wow, dramatic exit. I thought you were storming off to join the Avengers," he said, handing me a cup. I managed a weak laugh. “More like the League of Regretful Decisions.” "Ah yes, my favorite superhero group," he grinned. “Featuring Miss Brooding Past, her sidekick Emotional Baggage, and their arch-nemesis: Linda.”

His casual voice seemed to have a hint of tease in it. “You!” Myra was so angry that her hands were now shaking. He’s framing me for helping him! After turning, she realized that the man had already wrapped a towel around him. His legs were straight and sinewy while his bare eight-pack abs were firm and full of strength. A moment of shock later, she slowly relaxed. Looks like he has already covered himself. Upon seeing her furrowing her brows, Tony revealed a faint smile. “What is it, Miss Stark? You seem to be dissatisfied with my looks.”

the boy said, stuttering a little, as though it was the first time he'd talked to a girl in a long time. "Nice to meet you, Gary. So, you like comic books?" Katherine asked offhandedly. Gary looked at her oddly. Katherine made a gesture towards the black T-shirt now open to view because the buttons of his blue polo shirt were ripped off. The T-shirt had white lettering that read: There's no rehab for comic book junkies. Gary shuffled his feet, plainly embarrassed. "I am a bit of a Marvel brat myself. X-men and such," Katherine said with an easy smile as the world watched in surprise.

Tony narrowed his eyes. "I-I mean Marvel is a'ight, I guess? Only hero I ever liked was DC's Batman, though. But dude, why do you have this abomination of a stool?" Dillon furrowed his brow and grinned slightly. "I'll give you that. Batman is a good choice, but not as good a choice as Iron Man, bitch. He's modern day Batman. Gotham's in another universe too. Don't diss my stool, you snot!" Tony pointed at him with two fingers.

“Still don’t get it.” Scott pulled two crumpled plastic bags from his pocket. “Look. These’ll hold about a hundred cans an bottles each. If we fill em up, we can get close to ten bucks. We’ll split it, five bucks each.” Scott winked. “I was over at Brooks Pharmacy yesterday. Guess what they just got?” Jesse smiled hopefully. “New comics?” “You bet. Secret Defenders, The Hulk . . . an Dr. Strange.” “Cool.” Jesse paused. “Wait. You don’t read comics. What’re you gonna buy with your split?”

I watched as James dug through the drawers and picked out a pair of his favorite superhero socks. “Really? Ant-Man and the Hulk?” I asked him quizzically. “Well yeah Dad. They are both very smart and have their doctorates like you Daddy.” He said, and was oddly impressed that he chose two characters that were mostly known for their smarts, rather than their strength. While they were both very strong and capable, they also had prioritized their education.

“We can. I’ve already spent so much time cuddling with you in your wolf form, it doesn’t make much of a difference.” To Jaden’s surprise he was the one who ended up being the big spoon as he they watched the first Marvel movie, Iron man. Since it was such a universally liked thing, Jaden was sure Alfie would like it too. And he sure did. When the movie was over he wouldn’t stop talking about how much he wanted to be like Tony Stark too. Learn about all these technologies and fly around in a metal suit.

“As much as possible, we aim to build a good relationship here between Exclusive and Stark Apparel, so we are going to make this a fun day for everyone. Are you ready, Mr. Stark?” The only fun I will have today is when this is finally over. “Sure, Carla, Whenever you are ready.” “Okay. So…” She shifted her leg to the other side. “Everyone already knows that the Stark family is one of the elites of Manhattan, but we never really saw the real face of Gabriel Stark, and this is a great opportunity to see a side of you that we have not yet seen. You play tennis, too, Mr. Stark. Is this another of your dreams that have yet to come true? Becoming a tennis star?”

"nah. Don't worry. It cannot be as bad as what you're going through." "what am I going through?" " Married to the mafia Lord and all. How is he treating you?" "what does my appearance say?" She questioned,pulling back so Tanya could get a good view. Her Louis Vuitton handbag was dazzling,her Dio outfit complimented the color of her eyes,giving them the color of wet soil. "you look good. Real good." She said with a chuckle. "The heck I do!" She said,raising her arms in the air. "we get special spa treatment everyday,I don't even have to lift a finger at all,he just does everything for me."

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.