Tony Stark Snaps Novels & Stories

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.

"What's this look? Hate me? But what can you do?" Rathbone laughed maliciously. He grabbed Tony's throat and delivered another slap. He glared viciously at him. "Tony, don't think you're some noble superstar! You're just a dog I raised! Thinking of biting me?" "Now, kneel!" Tony's ears rang briefly. After the momentary ringing, he suddenly snapped out of it. Rather than being entangled with this beast for life. Why not... End it with him! A glint of despair flickered in Tony's beautiful eyes.

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.

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.

She has no idea I've been using it for something else entirely. Something that might save my life. I've been researching Tony Stark whenever Alex and Sarah leave the house. At first, I was terrified I'd find nothing, that Sarah was right about him being just a fantasy my damaged brain created. But he's real. Anthony Edward Stark, billionaire businessman, owner of Stark Industries. He exists. The photos online don't look exactly like the man from my dreams, but close enough to make my heart race. Same dark hair, same intelligent eyes, same confident smile. Either my subconscious picked up on his image somewhere, or the dreams were real somehow.

I heard someone's fingers snapping and then saw the fingers right before my eyes. "Earth to Andra. Where did you heart, mind, body, and soul go to?" Stallone said, his finger snapping turned to a wave. I removed his hand from my face and frowned at him. "I'm here of course. Where else would I be?" I asked him. "Alright then, tell me what Stark said last." Stallone replied. I opened my mouth to speak but then closed it again. Damn it! It's a good thing I wasn't staring at Stark all this while.

Chapter 13 The Detectives Scarlett’s POV I attempt to mind link my Beta to ask him if we have an ETA as to when the human cops are expected to arrive, but very quickly find that he’s blocking me from interrupting something that I don’t want to be a part of. I just smile and shake my head just as one of my patrols mind links me to let me know that an unmarked police car has turned onto the road between the Crimson Snow Pack and the Midnight River Pack.

“I just recieved intelligence from the CIA that Mustafa, the head of the terrorist network we have been tracking for some months now is meeting with an arms dealer tomorrow morning at the outskirts of Baga town. I am sending you two because of your records as the best snipers in this unit. You are to set up communication with me once you get to the rendezvous point. One of the locals will show you the way through the mountains, which is the only way to get through the enemy territory undetected. A lot is at stake with this mission, and I am counting on you both to execute it perfectly. You may now take your leave.” “Sir.” They both saluted before leaving the Colonel’s tent. ! !

I just remained standing in my spot without moving. Someone shoved me, but I didn't retaliate. Someone else hit me, and I stumbled slightly, but I still didn't move from my spot. Another male student brandished his fist in my face, but the others quickly pulled him aside. "Stop fighting! We need to save Mr. Jefferson first!" I stood rooted to my spot, watching as Mr. Jefferson shriveled up in his chair. He slowly opened his eyes and reached out his hand, pointing at me. "C-Come here," he said in a deep, hoarse voice. "Come here…"

I took a sip of the coffee she made for us and loved how she already knew how sweet I wanted my black coffee to be. “Yes. Don’t worry. You’re a billionaire. Don’t you guys make your problems go away with just a snap of your fingers?” “What, like Thanos? “Who’s Thanos?” “Good God, woman. Just when I thought you’re perfect. Gwen didn’t tell me you haven’t watched the Avengers.” “Gotcha!” Paige pinched my cheeks while chuckling, “Of course I know everything about the things Gwen loves.”