Tony Stark Snaps Novels & Stories

“Start moving, or you’ll hit the floor. That’s the Don’s command. You understand what that implies. Correct, boss? Or have you forgotten your place in this city?” Marco turned his head slightly toward me. For a brief moment, his expression softened, revealing a small, genuine flicker of emotion beneath his tough exterior. I grasped the stretcher rail. “Tony. Stop. He helped me, even though he’s the family’s rival; he still helped me.” Tony remained firm, not lowering the gun. “That’s not the point.” A deep rumble shook the floor, dust falling from the ceiling. The walls creaked as if something was tearing through them. “Move,” Tony shouted. “The charges are already detonating.”

Without even turning to look at her, Thanos’s hand shot to her throat, his grip tightening as he lifted her off the ground. “Please…” Sabrina choked, her voice barely audible. But Thanos didn’t let go. He squeezed harder, his gaze fixed on me. “Sabrina!” I screamed, but it was too late. With a sickening crack, Thanos snapped her neck. Her lifeless body crumpled to the floor. My stomach churned, bile rising in my throat. “Now,” Thanos said, his smirk returning as though nothing had happened. “Don’t waste my time. Where are the pups?”

The adults were occasionally glancing at Mr Stark, making small talk that he made it his mission to shut down. They decided to take business back into the building. Anthony grabbed my arm before I could go into the office. I looked between him and Mr Stark, who was looking at Anthony’s hand on my arm. “Hi Emmanuel,” Anthony greeted Mr Stark, waving at him with a huge smile. “You don’t need him in there, right?” he asked him. “I could use a friend,” Mr Stark eyed him for a moment too long before he disappeared into what looked like an office, shutting the door behind him. “Great, come with me,” Anthony said turning to walk back the long passageway.

Snapping my neck to the side to a satisfying crack, I make my way to the main office. Alex is already by the coffee machine brewing a cup. "You want a cup too?" She asks and I give her a light nod. "I'd love that." Huh....am so tired. "Hey Pari...did you see the pictures?" Alex says catching my attention. "Which pictures?" "It's the current rumor online." She ticks, staring at me like an alien from another world. "A big fan caught a picture of Xavier with his secret lover." Secret lover? Holy chocolate...what.

“I will enjoy watching this pack burn and your daughter with it.” Before I could stop him, Tony has rushes in. “I, Tony Spartan, future Beta of the Sol Pack, challenge you, Alpha Herbert Waterman, for your pack!” Tony yells over everyone. I stood up shocked. “Tony!” Waterman laughs. “You want to challenge me?” His laughter shocks me. “I accept the challenge of Beta Tony Spartan, mate of a human.” He says human dripping with distain. “Tony, think of Sophie and your child,” I try and pull Tony back.

“Again, that sorry excuse of a human is not my father. And, you had a deal with Bruce. Why do I have to pay for his sins? Isn’t that a little… I don’t know… medieval?” “Then perhaps,” he said smoothly, “we make a deal of our own, Miss Marlowe.” He sounds completely unbothered. Like this entire conversation was already over in his head. Well, think again, Thanos. “I’m not making any deals with you. I don’t know you. I don’t like you, and honestly this whole kidnapping thing is a terrible first impression. So no. Hard pass you psychopath!” A faint smile touched his lips. “Psychopath is dramatic.”

Tony complied, carefully removing the garments one by one. Once the clothes were removed, I asked a question to Tony, my voice barely audible. "What do you see?" I asked, my gaze fixed on him. Tony's response came without hesitation. "A gun," he replied, his tone solemn. He revealed a sniper gun from within the bag, its presence a stark reminder of the dangerous world we now found ourselves in. I nodded, a glimmer of satisfaction in my eyes. "Good," I murmured, relieved that Tony still possessed the knowledge and skills necessary to handle such a weapon.

Akansha's Point Of View Neil immediately became alert at the sound. "I'll check.", Raghu said as he walked out of the room slowly. Neil immediately lifted Nesha in his arms and looked around for a way to escape. There was none. I gulped nervously as I stood up. Raghu returned after a while grinning. "What happened man?", Neil asked. "Tony Stark, it's your acquaintance.", He said as Neil raised his brow. "Neil Parker.", I instantly knew the voice as I froze.

Hank said and Tony sighed as he pressed a button. A black screen suddenly came down from the ceiling. Tony typed in a PIN and a circle appeared on the screen pulsating. It was some sort of conferencing program, but not one that Grace had ever seen before. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice and face on the screen. “This had better be important Tony, you know how extremely busy I am at the moment!” Xan snapped. “Do you think I do use the emergency line to discuss the lace on your wedding table runners?” Tony snapped back.

He was so tall that she couldn’t see the look on his face clearly as the streetlight shone over his head. Myra’s eyelid twitched; she quickly jumped out of the car, but her knees went weak while she was doing so. Seeing the pair of hands that reached out to her, she gritted her teeth, kept her feet, and avoided the pair of hands without visible effort. Then, she looked up and met Tony’s deep, dark eyes as if nothing had happened. “Thank you so much for today, Director Hart.” Tony’s brows furrowed almost invisibly before he withdrew his hands with an unperturbed expression. He replied flatly, “You’re welcome, Miss Stark.”