Steve Tony Novels & Stories

Tommaso After Stan left, I opened up my document on the great search for a new arms dealer to fill Tony’s slot. Treating his removal like a foregone conclusion made waiting for whatever the hell he was going to get back to me a little easier. I still had more than enough to worry about in terms of day-to-day operations, but Tony filled my brain whenever I sat down at my desk. Tony, and that bastard Zahur. I rubbed my face and leaned back as Steve’s face floated into my mind. I could take him out while I was at it. Make sure Beth never went back to him. But if Paige hadn’t actually gotten through to her, Beth would just find another Steve.

Tess said to one of the guys in there. "I can't believe this," Jason said dejectedly. It's understandable. His stock price are going to plummet again making the company secure a big loss. "Here it is," the guy handed a piece of paper to Tess. "Tony Stark?" Tess raised her eyebrow in disbelief. "What?" Caleb and Jason said at the same time. "That's his name, Tony Stark," she said again. "I can't believe Iron Man was actually in my company," he scoffed as Tess shook her head.

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.

Tony and his men had already spent tens of thousands in quick succession ever since they robbed Stephanie. He had never expected to be caught by Caspian and his men so soon. Macy continued her interrogation. "Another question. Why did you beat up Stephanie's father? Who gave you the orders?" "I can't tell you about that!" Tony couldn't afford to reveal his benefactor hiding in the shadows. Macy wasn't in the mood to negotiate for an answer. "Finish them off! We'll see if you'll start to talk then." The elite soldiers each brought out their own pistols.

My brother is making sure this guy isn’t here to cause me trouble. The man holds out his hand to Thor. “ The name is Tony. I’m Silvy’s dad. Goof is a friend of hers and I would like to have a word with him.” I feel like my jaw has hit the bar. This guy is Silvy’s dad? He doesn’t look old enough to be her dad. And honestly I’m the last person to judge but he doesn’t look anything like what I pictured either. Tony looks like he would fit in with us easily. I was expecting her dad to be more like an accountant not a biker.

"I don't know if Marcus has any secrets, but I definitely don't have any. You know everything about me." Marcus looked skeptical. "Are you sure?" Tony was very confident. "What is there to be unsure about?" Marcus looked him over and said mercilessly in a robotic tone, "Your hair length, the measurements of every part of your body, your height and weight down to two decimal places... She doesn't know any of that." Tony and Sierra both fell silent. There were times that one really could not find the correct words, so they said nothing. "Ms. Bell," Tony said, his tone still bright and cheerful.

I rolled my eyes at their sudden entrance, but they ignore it. Tony was wearing a grey dress shirt, folded until his elbow like he always does. Together with it was a black slack and leather shoes. He was wearing the designer watch that I bought him last year. It made me smile. He was taller than me by a head, he was taller than most guys. He was fit since he always exercised, despite the fact that he has no sports. He has a ruffly light brown hair that sits messily on his head and brown-greenish eyes that I've always envied. On top of those traits, he has a perfectly lined jaw and a pointed nose. Veins can always be seen running through his arms.

Mr Taylor. He is there standing with Mr Lee, already staring down at me. As I scan down his outfit, I find him in a full sleeve t-shirt that is black in colour. The fabric seems thick. He wears hunter-green trousers and black boots to match the shirt. He looks awesome like always and I admire him with my dreamy eyes. And with that way of staring down at me like he wants to capture me with every angle, I find him hotter. For a moment, I glance down at myself, taking in the sight of my attire.

Tony is a fascinating mix of humor and arrogance, a blend of qualities that never fails to entertain. He's got that infectious grin, the quick-witted comebacks, and an air of cocky self-assuredness that somehow makes him endlessly charming. You can tell he believes he can win over any girl with nothing more than a smile and a clever line. It’s both amusing and endearing to watch him in action. Yet, beneath that playful bravado, Tony has a genuinely big heart. It's those moments where his softer side shines through that truly invest me in his character.

Until now. He turned to Steve, who was staring at him intently. “Now that you know who she is, keep your distance. Do we understand each other?” He made a move to leave, but the provocation came before he could take his first step. “John Walker. The feared tycoon. The Iceman,” Steve said, with irony. John turned his face slowly.