Tony Stark Snaps Novels & Stories

“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?”

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.

“Or you can just...” I stood up before I even finished speaking, closed the distance, and placed my laptop in front of him like offering it would somehow make this better. “You can access it from here, sir.” My voice was so thin it barely qualified as sound. Mr. Stark looked at the laptop. Then he looked at me. The look lasted one second. "Take it off my table," he said coldly. His tone told me he wasn't going to repeat himself, nor was he ready to listen to anything else from me.

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.

I didn't realize that until I turned to him. "Deal." I said and I turned straight to the TV again. My body froze when Ares slowly creeped his hand to mine. My body went numb when he's successfully holding it. I really want to push his hand so bad or maybe get mad at him but I can't. Some part of me wants to give him a chance even though another part of me hating it. "What do you like about Tony Stark?" He asked and I turned to him slowly. "He's realistic and I love that. He's smart even though he's arrogant." I answered as I looked into his eyes.

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.”

Nasty. "Tony, what th-e fuck is tha-at?" He looked at him in half amusement, half disgust. "Oh! Your voice sounds better! Probably from the potion Superman just shot into your ingrate mouth! Be grateful for Superman, kiddo! He's the face of DC!" Tony said, way too matter-of-factly. "Then the-y don't got many to choose fr-om." Dillon snorted. "Can it, brat! You're just mad 'cause you gave Superman a fistjob!" Tony waved him away with a smirk.

And it's all because we're too stupid to see that love is the answer, not the problem. I'm standing there when I see something move on the other side of the river. A figure in the shadows. My hand goes to my weapon. The figure steps into the moonlight. And I see his face. Pale skin, dark hair. Red eyes that glow in the darkness. It's him. It's Stark. He's escaped. And he's here.