Why Doesn't Tony Stark Like To Be Handed Things นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he sounds very serious but Tony was not really affected by such threats especially when it was coming from Xavier, knowing how important he was to him. " Please make it fast boss. " he have lived like a good citizen this few months that he forget the test of foods he grew up with back in lotus, with his work as manager he have a lot of time for himself and that slow wit woman he loves, the only thing he couldn't do was making his lady boss not even by mistake . " Don't hide things concerning her from me in the future, Tony." Xavier whispered agitated, he wanted to badly tongue rash his assistant so badly but that feeling was nothing compared to his intentions of not waking the woman inside u

He opened the cabinet to grab a cup. Up in the cabinet above the sink was one of Tony's greatest stashes. Call him a fanatic, he cared not. He was a proud Marvel and D.C. fan. Over many years, Tony had saved all the Marvel or D.C. themed cups, bowls, and utensils and now had one of the largest collections out there. It nearly filled the cabinet, and Tony swore that when he got a bigger place one day, he'd built them a proper display cabinet. They were his pride and joy, and some of them were worth a lot since they were vintage. Every day, Tony had his coffee in a different superhero-themed insulated cup or mug.

But all in all, he's a great guy. "Soon, there'll be a story to shut you all up" A grumble Brooding Tony. Doesn't say much but probably has a lot going in his head. I caught him stare at him me a couple of times and he doesn't even pretend he isn't. Creepy. But we did get along pretty good as we shared one thing in Common. Crazy love for caffeine.

****** Tony got out room his car angrily as she slammed the door of the car, he was so angry that Alex had sent a message to him that he should be careful about his actions or else his going to kill him sooner than later. Tony aggressively walked into his dad's mansion which belongs to him now as he had successfully stolen all that his father was supposed to hand over to his brother Alex. Tony had Always hated Alex because he knew he was no match for him be it physically or in any other aspect; that was the main reason why Tony made sure that Alex didn't end up having their father's empire he knew that would be the end of him. Alex held not against Tony, but Tony had always held grudges agai

After a moment's pause, he sighed, "Let go of me. I didn't bring you here so that we could have a match till death" I glared at him for a few seconds before letting him go and taking my seat, still fuming. I don't know if it was my inferiority complex that was bursting out or enviousness but I felt extremely agitated by his strong declaration. Tony never stopped loving you" Fred suddenly said taking me by surprise. I looked at him blinking blankly "What?" "It seems weird, isn't it?! seem to be a dense guy with no understanding of emotions but the truth is, I have

"As you can hear, your daughter is very unhappy. She needs formulas. Medicine. Proper care. All things I can't provide while I'm hiding from the FBI. So every hour you delay getting me my money is another hour she suffers. Think about that." I ended the recording and sent it to Tony's private email, the one my hacker friend had found for me. "You're evil," Marcus said quietly. "I'm practical. Tony Stark has more money than God. Twenty million is nothing to him. But to us? It's freedom. It's a new life. It's everything we need." "What about the baby? Are you really going to give her back once we get the money?" Honestly? I hadn't decided. Part of me wanted to keep her, not out of love, but ou

“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.

I didn't hold back, for Tony's perspective was something I deeply valued. The one detail I consciously omitted was the revelation of his family’s connections to the mafia. I didn’t want Tony to involve his friends in investigating him. In a peculiar way, I felt a protective instinct towards him, not wanting to alert anyone to his past, nor desiring to learn about his history from anyone but him. Tony was a patient listener, offering me the space to express myself without interruption. His face remained inscrutable, not betraying a hint of his thoughts, allowing me to share my narrative uninterrupted.

A faint memory stirred in the back of my mind and before I could stop myself, I smiled. “Must’ve been a great guy.” “He was an annoying little shit.” Tony chuckled, the sound unexpectedly warm as if he wasn’t a man who probably snapped necks for a living. “Why are you being so friendly?” I studied him for a moment before asking. I mean I should be cautious in this tower. “Because even though I kill people for a living, I have a heart. And sometimes, it softens when I feel like someone needs it.” He shrugged and I stared at him because I didn’t know whether to be touched or horrified.

“Well, he made the same rant about me being a traitor, about how I was part of my father’s schemes, then he tried killing me again.” “Lol”, he said, before actually laughing. It was something we did, saying lol instead of just laughing. I carried the bowl over with two forks and set it in front of us. He reached forward, collected the fork and dug in. “Nice”, he said, chewing slowly. It was my turn to drop my question. “So, who is she?”, I asked slowly. One thing about Tony is that he never liked to admit he had feelings for anyone. He was a playboy after all, so that kind of thing was out of character.