Tony Stark X Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

They're the one in command, you couldn't break their decision. " I'm glad you're already awake!" He asked him while studying me. I saw his silver fiercy eyes examining every bruised and scratched I had. He's still in good physique and commanding voice. No one could outwit Stark even the rogues especially Ramses but I knew Stark very well, he would not help me unless I have him his rewards.

"Said Harry Osborn, seeing Peter Parker from a distance. Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group, and the sole heir of Osborn Group. Harry has stood at the top of human society since he was born, becoming the most elite group of people. Harry, however, was easy-going and, I should say, successful in his upbringing. "Hey, Harry, that was fun. Too bad you weren't there. Jason and I went all over the place. The National Memorial also has a uniform worn by Captain Steve Rogers with bullet holes in it! I can't believe he didn't get killed." "Said Peter, addressing Harry. "Wow, cool!" "Said Harry, beaming.

Inside his office, Xavier sat on a sofa playing with the silver pen knife in his hand. His eyes were blood tasty and cold. "Boss, here he is. " Tony said, kicking Stanley, who was caught trying to escape on a boat, to his knee. " Hello big brother, long time no see " Stanley said nervously. Immediately, he spotted Xavier's cold face. " Indeed, it has really been a long time, " Xavier replied nonchalantly, standing up with the pen knife, reflecting his coldness, which got Stanley trembling.

“That explosion… I thought you two weren’t waking up from that.” Petrov gave me a small nod. “Yeah, well… couldn’t afford to stay down.” Tony coughed and grinned. “Speak for yourself. I’m holdin’ it together with duct tape and prayer.” I shook my head, smiling for the first time in what felt like hours. “Jesus… I thought I lost you two.” “We ain’t that easy to kill,” Petrov said. I stepped forward, gripped Tony’s shoulder tight. He slapped my chest once and smiled.

"You got me out of there and now I'm here... crying on the porch with you." He laughs, sniffling and wiping at his face. "I think you should talk to Zac about this. You should have seen him when we went to lunch. He went all Avenger on their asses." "How very Tony Stark of him," he says and laughs. "If he's Tony Stark then you're Captain America or Thor," I add. "Definitely Thor," he nods his head and we both laugh and settle into a comfortable silence. "Thank you for everything that you have ever done for me," I tell him in a serious voice. "it didn't go unnoticed. Every time I snuck out to your backyard, I knew you'd be there and not once have you ever disappointed me."

“Now, I sound obsessed with your pierced dick,” “You’re obsessed with my dick,” Mr Stark pointed out. “And you won’t be getting any,” “You’re a mood killer,” Anthony said glaring playfully at Mr Stark. “I hate you,” Mr Stark only hummed. “What happens if they don’t agree to this? You know, I’m still gay. I haven’t changed,” “That’s their loss,” Mr Stark said. “I’m not putting my money where it’s going to crash,” “You really trust me that much, huh?”

"I don't have a home. He threw me out. He's living there with his girlfriend now." "Girlfriend?" "Fiancée. They're getting married next month. Right after our divorce is final." The words tasted bitter in my mouth. Tony was quiet for a moment, studying my face. "Get in the car." "What?" "Get in the car. You can't sit out here all night." "I have nowhere to go." "Then you'll come with me." I shook my head. "I can't. I don't even know you." "My name is Tony Stark. I'm 35 years old. I own Stark Industries. I have a mansion in Upper East Side, and I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you." He opened the passenger door. "What's your name?"

A graph appears on the laptop screen; the words Oslo Industry Enterprise Holding are at the top of the chart. “Oslo??!” I asked curiously, as usual. “I don’t like long-winded names,” Sean replied. “Are you like Tony Stark??” I looked at Sean with a questioning look; he seemed frowning. “Tony Stark? Who is he?” I roll my eyes; everyone knows Tony Stark. “He is one of the superhero characters of Iron Man; he is rich, handsome, generous, but arrogant, just like you,” I explained, giving him a small smile. Sean seemed to think and laughed.

“Mrs. Skylar Edwards, I know you are very smart, but my name is Steve Edwards, don’t forget, alright? You better stop buttering me because I will not change my decision.” Steve answer with a devilish smirk on his handsome face, politely took off her arms from his neck, and moved towards the bed. “But, Stee for me your love is enough and I know after getting Stark industries you will give it to me only not going to devour it, then why all this?” Skylar too sat on the bed beside him, encircled her arm in his arm, and kept lean to his shoulder, resting her head on it, and said with her utmost love.

I pointed out. “Your pack was constantly under attack from a neighbouring pack and Steve needed them gone so he went to the rogues for help. They offered him their protection and helped him defeat his enemies and in return he would be on their side and hand over his army when the time came.” Aaron clarified and I growled. How stupid was Steve to strike a deal with the rogues? If he wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him. “Anything else?” I asked Aaron and he shook his head.