Chapter 145 - Not Again! [THE END] V

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That evening, Tony held a party in his X-Mansion. It was attended by too many people related to him. From his time in the White House to his company. Avengers, Fury, Fantastic Four, X-Men, Pepper, Darcy, May, Peter Parker, too many to count.

It was a simple get-together, nothing glamorous. Most wanted to just see Tony and ensure he was safe and healthy. Some wanted to get some intel from him.

"Come on, Fury, don't give me that look. And don't you hand me a file…" Tony snarled at the bald, one-eyed man.

Fury sternly eyed Tony. "I do have a file, Mr. Stark. Need specs and registrations for those ships you hauled in. Dangerous toys. But that's later. Tell me—how was space?"

"Oh, don't get me started. It's humbling." Tony started to tell them an edited version of his adventure. Most were shocked about Peter Quill, a boy from Earth flying around. Fury confirmed that he'd found a report of a UFO in Missouri a while back.

He omitted everything about Hela and Hala. Earth wasn't ready to join any space empire yet. They first had to take over their solar system.

Soon, Pepper dragged him to a table and sought his help regarding some bills and administration issues. He tried his best to help. Then Reed Richards dragged him to the side, seeking permission to research the spaceships he'd brought. Only Sue asked him about his health.

After that, May and Peter joined him. Surprisingly, Peter was very worried about him and asked him all kinds of questions. Then, Peter told him about his own great achievements.

And finally, Emma Frost appeared, a world-famous politician now. She was very close to Pepper. One of the reasons why Pepper was able to dictate the world to stitch up closer to each other was Emma. Without Emma, there wouldn't be any World Administration Council. So, she naturally got the chance to stand in the First World Presidential elections.

"Tony, I'll need you to show up at a few rallies." Emma directly asked him.

"Really?" Tony smirked at her. "I'm an expensive man, Ms. Frost."

She smiled, and it was one seductive smile. Her full lips curved. "I think I can afford a few visits—Some expensive dinners and other sort of… feasting… should suffice."

Tony surrendered with his hands raised. "I'm sold."

Emma laughed throatily and clanked a glass of wine with him. She was busy, and went all around the party, making closer connections with powerful people she didn't have the chance to meet.

Tony got busy with Captain America and Logan, drinking with both old men. They asked him questions now and then about space. Steve was mostly interested in the type of policing and authority in space, and Logan was interested in what sort of booze was sold out there.

In the end, the party ended late. Tony received no action and went to sleep in his soft bed.

Later the next day, he was thankful for it as he realized what kind of a slave driver Emma Frost was. She grabbed him from his mansion early in the morning and took him along to her rallies across the world.

All Tony had to do was walk on stage with her, wave his hand, say a few words about how awesome the future was going to be, and step down. One or two times was alright, but she dragged him along for two whole weeks.

He initially wanted to run away. But he didn't, as he did see a decent President in Emma who could run the world. She was strong, but not so strong that she was untouchable. So her chances of turning into a crazy dictator were small.

He stayed behind and helped her till the end. Till the day of the voting.

"The projections do show that I'll win. But projections can be wrong." Emma ate a fine dish that had a name that couldn't be pronounced without rolling your tongue backward a dozen times. It was an extremely expensive, fine-dining restaurant.

She kept her promises and always took him to nice places to eat. Though, he was yet to receive any feasting that she had promised.

"Just relax. I didn't care about it either." Tony advised, grabbing his juicy cheeseburger with both hands. The upscale restaurant didn't even have a cheeseburger on the menu. But when the richest man in human history, Tony Stark, asked for it, the chef was happy to bend over backward to make it as good as possible.

Ugh—Prefer the cheap ones. Plastic cheese that kills you is the best.

Of course, he didn't say that out loud and looked at the stunning woman he shared the meal with. Emma was dressed to impress, wearing a white off-the-shoulder dress, so tight around her voluptuous breasts, that clung to her curvy waist and wide hips. The bottom half of her dress had a long slit running down one side, revealing her legs. But not at the moment as they sat.

Her lipstick was blue as always, and her hair was blonde, made silky smooth and long, falling over her shoulders. Her large, hoop earrings added to the charm.

"Are you sure you only want a burger, Tony?"

"Well, I prefer different buns but this'll do too," he cheekily replied.

Emma chuckled, her eyes squinting, she was a telepath, after all. She focused on the meal and responded without looking. "How about you join me for a few drinks at my place?"

Tony shrugged, devouring his burger. "Always up for a beer or two."

"Sounds lovely. We have a plan then."

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Bam!

Neither Tony nor Emma had any doubts about why they were in her Manhattan mansion. Why they walked through that door? And why they were instantly onto each other as soon as the door was shut.

"Ummm—Someone's… needy."

"Look who's talking, Emma."

As soon as the door to her Manhattan mansion clicked shut, Emma lunged.

Her slender arms slid around his neck, blue lips crashing into his with hunger. She kissed like she already owned him, like this was overdue. She was slightly shorter than Tony, but with those elegant, high white heels, she met his mouth just right. Her full lips smudged wine-tinted heat across his own, tongues instantly tangling.

It wasn't love. It wasn't sweet. It was the reunion of two adult friends who knew exactly how to make each other forget the world with their bodies.

Emma barely got a breath in before he shoved her back against the wall of the entryway. The impact made a soft thud, but she didn't flinch, she welcomed it, hands gripping the back of his head as their mouths sloppily devoured each other. Their breaths mixed hot and fast, tasting of wine and desire.

His hand slid from her bare shoulders down to the curve of her waist, still hugged tightly by that sinfully white, off-shoulder gown. The smooth fabric did nothing to hide her figure. He was rock hard already, straining behind the zipper of his pants, aching just from the feel of her body under his hands.

He mapped every inch of her. Her slender waist, her generous hips, and those plush thighs. The kind of thighs that drove men mad. His hands squeezed them greedily, fingers digging in and feeling just how fucking soft she really was.

"Reading minds… helps," Emma said and smirked, staring at Tony's face from up close. With his body pressed tight against her, she felt his erection against her belly already. "It helps a… lot."

She slid a single leg up slowly through the long slit in her gown, raised to go around his waist, revealing a glimpse of her pale, thick thigh that would have brought weaker men to their knees. Tony's eyes darkened, helpless to resist. That luscious flesh called to him. He reached for it instantly, his eager hand claiming it.

His palm gripped the raised thigh, fingers sinking into her skin like memory foam. She was so soft it was almost surreal. Buttery, smooth, warm, with just the right amount of give. He pressed his cock harder into her belly, groaning low at the contact.

With one hand still locked around her thigh, keeping it beside his waist, the other moved higher, shoving the sleek gown aside from her shoulders, dragging it lower until it pooled beneath her breasts. No bra. Of course not. She didn't need one. Those perfect tits stood full and high, defiant against gravity, round, heavy, and more than a handful. His hands dove in, cupping, kneading, then pinching lightly just to watch her squirm.

"Ummmh… Tony… You're… Let me…"

Her hands were already moving, sliding between them with confident finesse. She palmed his thigh first, then dipped between their pressed bodies, unfastening his pants with one fluid movement. Her fingers slipped inside, under the waistband, wrapping around the thick shaft she already knew by heart.

When it twitched in her grip, Emma smiled seductively.

"You seem ready to go, Tony."

Tony smirked, inhaling her arousing, expensive scent. The White Queen was stunning, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her beautiful breasts, that entire body made to be cherished in sinful ways. "Can't help it… Emma."

He couldn't. It had been two weeks since he returned to Earth and all that time he never got a chance to be alone with someone. Emma was his first partner in crime since his return.

"Oh?" She smiled so beautifully, invitingly. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Emma kept one leg clinging tight around his waist as she pulled her hand out from his pants, then immediately shoved it between her own thighs. Her fingers hooked the edge of her panties, shifting the delicate barrier aside to expose her glistening, freshly shaven heat.

Her pussy was flushed, and ready—so wet she could feel it dripping. A pulsing, drooling in welcome.

Tony's free hand held her thigh in place, while the other shoved his pants down to his ankles impatiently. His underwear followed, bunched at his thighs. His cock sprung free in an aching salute, practically steaming with need.

He pressed his chest flush against her again, locking eyes with her. His gaze was scorching, pupils blown wide with lust. Then he leaned in, claiming her lips again, just as he guided his cock toward her pink folds.

Emma stopped holding her panties aside and reached down instead, gripping his shaft like she owned it. She angled it just right, and he pushed into her molten, squeezing depths.

Her pussy swallowed him.

Hot.

Tight.

So wet the sound echoed in the air, an audible slow squelch as inch after thick inch sunk into her body.

Tony's grip on her thigh tightened, his knuckles pale. His mouth devoured hers as his cock drove deeper into her pussy, every nerve-ending flaring with obscene delight.

Bam! Bam!

He started fucking her hard, with no restraint. Why would he after weeks of keeping it in his pants? Her back thudded against the wall with every pounding thrust; intangible squeaks and moans rippling from her throat.

Plap! Plap!

Their fucking turned loud. Wet, filthy claps bouncing off the marble hallway.

He drilled into her, plowing through her like a machine, his hips jackhammering upward to bury himself deep.

Her perfect flesh jiggled with each slam. Those pillowy thighs, that fuckable ass, her soft curves trembling like liquid heat beneath his force. Everything about her screamed sex.

"Ooooh~ You're… so warm… Tony!"

He was. He always had been since the Infinity Stone tainted his body. His body temperature burned unnaturally high. But Emma loved it. It was like being filled by sunlight, like having her insides branded by something divine. She clung tighter, sweat slicking her body, flushed and glowing.

Tony didn't explain. He didn't need to. His mouth just kept moving, down her jaw, along her neck, tasting the sweet, fragrant skin of the White Queen. Her scent flooded his senses, addictive and impossible to ignore.

He thrust upward, harder, deeper—until Emma nearly rose off the ground. One heel dangled off her toes in the air and the other nearly lost contact with the floor. Her toes curled, and her body trembled. Suddenly, her pussy clenched around him hard, pulsing.

"Ooohh~ Tony! Yes~!" Emma moaned loud and deep, voice cracking as orgasm seized her. Her thighs trembled violently, asscheeks jiggling with every brutal slam against the wall, the shockwaves of pleasure overtaking her.

Hot floods of nectar gushed from her twitching slit, coating his cock in thick, syrupy slickness. Each thrust seemed louder as her juices sprayed and dripped down his shaft, soaking his balls, and wetting the floor.

Tony merely growled and drove in harder, relishing the way her cunt spasmed greedily around him like it was trying to suck every inch of him deeper. He bent lower, arched his back, and took one of her jolting nipples into his mouth. He suckled greedily, licking at her stiff button while her chest bounced like sweat-slick marshmallows under his tongue.

Plap! Plap!

"Ghk…" He was close. His balls tightened, and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His cock flexed inside her, warning her. He was seconds away.

Emma clung harder, her leg locked tighter around his waist. Then she grabbed his face, pulling him from her breast to stare deep into his eyes.

I-Inside… I want… Tony! I want children!"

Plap! Plap!

Tony's brows pinched for just a moment, her words echoing in his head, fanning the molten fire already roaring in his mind. But he didn't slow down. If anything, the thought of planting his seed in her made his cock jerk violently inside her.

His rhythm deepened, rougher now, balls slapping wetly against her flesh. The idea didn't scare him, not anymore. After seeing what kind of boy his son with Storm had become, he understood. And maybe, just maybe… it was better to do it knowingly this time.

"If… that's what… you want," he grunted, his jaw clenched, teeth grinding with tension as he held back the inevitable flood building inside him. He shoved in harder, pounding her into the wall like a man on a mission.

"Ah!" Emma cried out and clung to him as he gripped her thighs and lifted her up with no effort. Her both legs wrapped tight around his waist, heels swinging, the shredded remains of her white dress bunched at her hips. Her flushed face hovered inches from his, and in her eyes was something dangerous, something tender. A hunger deeper than just cock.

They weren't lovers, not really. But something more than just fuck-friends was happening now. Something primal, biological, maybe even beautiful.

"Oooooh! Yes, yes… You can… give it to me, Tony! Only you—ooooh!"

"And I will, Emma…"

His voice was low and strained, and he kissed her hard, then he buried himself to the hilt and unleashed everything.

With a deep groan from his gut, Tony came. Hard. Endless. Thick gushes of molten batter jetted straight into her spasming cunt, flooding her with two full weeks' worth of pent-up seed. Blob after creamy blob erupted from his cock, the white-hot loads pouring into the White Queen like lava, coating every inch of her clenching, soaked walls.

Her pussy milked him on instinct, sucking in every drop greedily as if her womb was already begging for life. Tony held her in the air, fucking her through the high, grinding his cock inside her as it softened, sloshing in the mess he'd made.

He didn't stop until he could smell the release. Until he felt the slick trail of overflow dripping down her thighs. Then, and only then, he gently let her legs down.

But Emma didn't stand. Instead, she sank to her knees with a shaky exhale, the fucking having left her legs too weak to hold her weight. Her back hit the wall as she slid down, breathless, drenched in sweat beneath what remained of her designer dress.

"I suppose…" Emma looked up, sitting on her heels, back against the wall. His cock came into her view, dripping with cum. She smirked and licked her lips. "If we're going to be making babies, just once won't suffice."

Tony smirked, understanding her. He caressed his fingers on her long, blonde hair, pushing them away from her forehead. "Couldn't agree more, Emma."

She wasted no time. Her mouth opened wide, and she hungrily took his cock back in—soft, sticky, and soaked. Emma suckled it like it was her only source of heat, slurping the mixture of cream and nectar straight off his shaft. Her tongue swirled over the swollen head, dragging along the ridges, cleaning every inch of the mess they made. Her hands cupped his balls, rubbing and fondling with expert ease, her sharp nails grazing skin in teasing little patterns.

"Hmm.." Tony groaned and thrust into her warm mouth. Slow at first, then deeper, harder.

He didn't care if he was soft. She was still sucking like she was starving. Her head tilted back as he grabbed it and pushed forward, fucking her face. Her lips stretched, jaw aching, but she moaned around him. Her hands slid behind him, palms squeezing his ass, pulling him in for more.

She let him grab her head, fingers weaving into her blond hair as he thrust forward, using her mouth like a fuck toy. Her throat opened up around him, wet and snug as he pumped deeper with each pass. His cock swelled fast, thickening between her lips, growing heavier and harder until it was stretching her jaw open. Tears welled in her eyes from the force of it, but she didn't stop, she wanted this. The full weight of him. The control. The taste of his power.

It looked degrading. Filthy. Debasing. But only if it was with anyone else.

For Tony Stark, the White Queen offered herself; on her knees, lips stretched, throat stuffed. This side of Emma Frost was for him alone. She gagged sweetly, loving it.

Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!

The wet gulps echoed off the marble walls. His cock was slicked with spit, her tongue lapping him from underneath, and her mascara slightly smudged now, eyes wide and adoring even as he fucked her throat.

Just when he felt the first twitch deep in his shaft, too close—he pulled out with a grunt, helping her to her feet with a firm grip on her arm.

Emma rose like a goddess from worship, one hand instantly grabbing his spit-soaked cock like she was leading a beast by its reins. Without a word, she dragged him deeper into the mansion.

Tony chuckled a bit but followed willingly.

They reached the living room, glass, marble, plush white luxury—and she threw him onto the velvety couch like a queen mounting her throne. She climbed on his lap, hiked her ruined panties aside again, and sank down on his cock in one go.

"Ahhhhhh—!" Her voice broke with raw pleasure as his length slid into the deepest point. Her pussy was still so slick, warm, stuffed to the brim as if it had missed him during their short break.

Trrrr~

Tony gripped the front of her ruined gown, and tore it open like paper, dragging it apart from the slit up to her chest. The whole thing peeled off her body like the wrapper of a gift he couldn't wait to ravage. Her tits spilled free, heavy, proud, perfect. Only the small triangle of lace between her thighs remained, still pushed aside to accommodate him.

Cock buried to the hilt, his hands circled around and clamped onto her ass, those wide, child-bearing hips—and for a split second, the thought stuck. She's certainly built to be one.

With so much on display all over Emma's perfect body, Tony latched onto a nipple, biting down hard, making her jolt and arch in bliss as she rode him in waves.

"Aaaah!" She cried out again as he shifted deeper, suckling on her tits as she started to grind.

Her hips moved with a hypnotic rhythm. She hugged his head deeper into her breasts, rocking against him. Her moans vibrated in her throat, fingers digging into his scalp, pulling him harder into her soft, bouncing flesh.

His hands slid lower, under her panties, and grabbed her fine ass, each cheek a handful and then some. He squeezed, groped, massaged, and lost himself in it. The weight, the softness, the way it bounced on his lap with every thrust, she was a feast.

His thumb slid dangerously close to her back entrance, rubbing lazy circles around her tight, untouched hole. It pulsed, begging. He pressed teasingly, again and again, promising her it was next.

"I'm… close!" he groaned, voice shaking, balls heavy and cock throbbing inside her slick cunt.

"Yes! Give it to me! Make me a proud mother, Tony! Make me the mother of… your children!"

Children? Plural?

Honestly, Tony didn't mind that at all. For a moment he stared up at her sweat-slick body, tits swaying in his face, pussy wrapped tight around his cock like velvet fire.

He smirked, "As many as… you want, Emma."

Then he gripped her ass with both hands, palms sinking into her cloud-like flesh so deep it left handprints. His fingers clenched, and he slammed her down on his cock one last time, to the root. So hard it knocked the air out of both of them.

Then came the eruption.

Tony's cock twitched—then unleashed.

A savage grunt tore from his throat as he emptied himself inside her. Thick splashes of molten white shot up into her fertile depths, hotter than his blood, searing as it flooded her greedy cunt. Burst after burst, he filled her, balls contracting again and again until it felt like his entire body was draining into her pussy.

Emma felt every drop. Her walls fluttered around him in a soft, massaging clutch, milking him as his cock pulsed with every gush. She could feel his seed inside her, hot, pressurized, filling up. Her womb felt flooded, and it thrilled her. Her hands clutched his back, her thighs squeezed tight around his waist, eyes rolling back for a heartbeat as the heat spread upward into her core.

She imagined it. His potent cream was already seeping into her womb, finding its mark. That she was now… carrying his child. That thought made her swollen, sore flower clench again, wet and satisfied.

"Ummmh… That was… good." Emma breathed, voice hazy, blissed out. Her chin rested on his sweat-slick shoulder, his cock still sheathed inside her, pulsing lazily in the afterglow. She didn't want to let it go, lest that smooth, warm viscous batter drip out.

Tony chuckled low, exhausted but smiling, his head rolling back against the cushion, sweat in his hair. "I'm sure they'll be beautiful."

"Right?" Emma cooed, dreamy and satisfied. "I feel that too."

Then she turned his face with both hands and kissed him, deep, sultry, slow. Lips pressed with worship, tongue lapping at his. She moaned into the kisses, riding the high.

"But…" Tony moved suddenly, and got up, keeping Emma naked, in his arms, her legs wrapped around his back. He stood straight and started walking towards the nearest bedroom. "I think two won't be enough. We've got a whole night. Of course, unless…"

"Who cares, Tony!" Emma licked her lips, not against the idea. "They'll be counting votes anyway. I'm not needed until late afternoon—We have plenty of time."

"Agreed."

Tony walked into the bedroom and threw her on the soft bed. She slid back towards the pillow, while he discarded his shirt as well, getting as naked as her. Then, he crawled over to her, right between her smooth legs, and started grinding his flaccid length on her musky, frothy pussy.

He worshiped what was above, her toned belly, her full breasts, her neck, her lips. They were enough to arouse him to the limit and get him erect again. He knew Emma was a proud woman, and perhaps he was the only man to ever get to treat her, savor her like this.

He then pushed both of her full thighs up, folding her legs, and lined himself up again. He was semi-erect, but that was enough. As he speared through her sore, swollen love lips, he knew he'd be hard in no time, buried inside this stunning woman, a charming mutant.

Wait! All my kids will be mutants then. Can't have that… The more the better, not? Then…

A face did appear in his head. A beautiful woman the same age as him. One who had a nephew who loved slinging across the city. He wondered if she'd want a kid of her own as well. The possibility was high.

I've got plenty of time to ask.

Right now, he focused on the stunning goddess under his body, her hot, long legs pushed up, her lustful face blushing red, eyes happy, lips open to let him kiss.

Man, not being the president is the fucking best!

The bed started creaking soon enough. Loud claps, squelches, the scent of sex, and moans claimed the entire night. Three times, then fourth, then fifth—Tony was surprised by his appetite but that was the skill gained by bedding Hela. Having to match a literal goddess, he had plenty.

Emma could barely stay awake by the end of it, and the number of times she climaxed and squirted was more than she could count. She had no complaints. All she wanted was to have children, but if the process was this good, she didn't mind doing it over and over again.

As Tony tried to go on for a sixth, he couldn't and just fell beside Emma, falling asleep. A sleep so intense that he almost passed out. It was a delightful rest, the dreams were great.

He saw himself surrounded by cute boys and girls, his children. There were at least twenty as far as he could see. They crowded him like a Christmas tree and pulled apart his Iron Man suit piece by piece like a dad who just came home from heavy work. A cute, blonde baby girl brought him a glass of juice.

He was all smiles in his sleep, and even physically, he was smiling.

Woosh!

Man—This is life.

Woosh!

"Tony! Wake up!

Ah, Emma… She did make beautiful babies.

"Hey! Tony! Wake up! The results are out!"

His brows creasing, Tony slowly opened his eyes, returning to the disappointing reality. Warm sunlight assaulted him through the windows. He saw Emma's face right above him, her attire a simple oversized white shirt.

"W-What? What happened?" he asked, yawning. Last night really drained him.

Emma sat back at that, arms crossed. "Well, the results of the World Administration Council's presidential elections came—Victory by four billion votes out of five point five billion."

Tony's eyes shot wide open. He genuinely smiled and patted Emma's shoulders. "Really? That's fantastic, Emma! I sympathize with you—It's a fucking curse to be the president."

But Emma pushed Tony's hand away, shaking her head.

"Tony, it's not me. It's you—You won the election!"

"..."

Tony picked at his ears. "Umm… What?"

"You won the World Administration Council's election, Tony!"

"..."

Tony once again picked his ears with his finger. He felt his lips go dry. He gulped hard, unable to believe it. "What do you mean? I wasn't standing in the election."

"I know, but the rule says that anyone can stand for election. Anyone's name can be written down on the ballot papers. The people voluntarily voted your name across the world. Since you went to the rally with me, I think they decided on you instead of me."

"..."

PTSD—Tony went pale. Horrified, scared, haunted by the sleepless nights in the White House.

"No!"

Emma was confused. "You won, Tony. Isn't that exciting?"

"What's exciting about it? It's the worst job on the planet! No, I won't accept it! Yes, re-election! That's right!"

"Tony, almost two trillion dollars were spent in this election. Spending that money again is impossible. You're elected for a six-year term."

"FUCK NO! SIX? Four was already too much! No, no, no… Yeah, I'll pay for the re-election."

Emma silently eyed him, and grabbed his face in her soft hands, forcing him to focus on her freshly washed, beautiful face without any makeup. "Are you sure you want that? The people have chosen you. They love you."

"..."

Why me? I shouldn't have returned. Hela… please kidnap me again. Come on… I'll never leave you again.

Nothing happened. He was still looking at Emma.

"Fuck me..." He surrendered, eyes shut.

Emma giggled and kissed his lips once.

"Congratulations, Mr. President—You're the first President of Planet Earth."

FUCK!

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THE END

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Epilogue

It wasn't easy being the President of an entire planet. He had to ensure that the entire world was seen as one and funds and resources were allocated to all regions. He had to ensure that development took place everywhere. He had to make border migrations efficient so one region didn't grow hatred for the immigrants.

For the most part, he avoided situations where migration would happen. It was best to develop all regions of the world. Take over the capital cities of each nation and develop them like world-class centers of trade, export, and manufacturing.

There was something for everyone. Space was a field where innovation was non-stop. Construction, heavy metals, spaceships, mining, and so many new fields appeared. All Tony had to do was ensure high-quality education reached all.

Stark Industries was at the forefront, despite having been broken up once, it was once again reaching a five trillion valuation with its high-tech robot industry. Teachers, nurses, emergency workers—robots inspired by Iron Guardians took over those jobs.

Six Years—For six whore years Tony worked tirelessly to not disappoint the world. To set up a system and foundation that would run on autopilot and make Earth a true interstellar civilization.

"I think I've lost weight." Tony stood on a weighing scale, dark circles under his eyes. He was in his office in Istanbul, Turkey. His office location changed every three months to ensure each region of the world received his full attention.

Six years had passed. Much had changed. He was a happy man, a father of many kids. He had a son with Ororo. A son and two daughters from Emma Frost. Yeah, she was relentless in her pursuit. He had a daughter with May. Another son from Pepper. He even had a kid with Raven, a beautiful daughter. And shocking of all, he had a son with Hela, the Goddess of Death.

It was the most shocking one since biologically it was impossible. But apparently, the Infinity Stones had made his physical body stronger. Thor and Loki, who were on Earth when Asgard fell, were extremely happy and excited by the revelation that Hela was pregnant.

Both of them were swiftly beaten to submission by Hela.

Currently, Darcy Lewis was also pregnant, having recently conceived with him. It was her demand to have one after seeing the others get one. At that point, Tony felt more like a cum dispenser. But again, he wanted a lot of kids, and as long as he got to hear dad in their cute voices, he was happy.

And now, six years later, it was once again world election season. This time, Tony had officially announced his retirement and made Emma Frost his choice to stand in the election from North America.

It was the night of the result. His office room was filled with noises as all his kids were present, some running around, Dexter, being twelve, was busy reading a book, and others were playing games. Their mothers were present as well, some chatting, some watching the TV.

Standing on the scale, in front of his table, Tony's eyes were on the TV. On the numbers. He felt hopeless already, and as the numbers kept changing, he slowly sat down on the carpet, his back against the table, his knees folded up, arms wrapped around them.

"Why?! Seriously, why? Why the hell do they keep voting for me?"

Tony Stark received five point one billion votes out of six billion. A number much higher than the last election.

"I mean, look at me—I'm not exactly hero-of-the-year material. Half the media got me labeled a playboy, a menace, a cautionary tale with a good tailor… Then why are they voting for me?"

The number went higher just then.

Five point two billion votes out of six billion.

"..."

Tony's head slumped back at that point, victory in his grasp, but defeat in his body.

"I'm never getting out of this cycle, am I? W-We need a term limit! Now!"

He looked at his ladies for some answers. They averted their gazes. Even they didn't understand what was happening. Why do the people keep voting for him? What was it that they were missing? Was there some secret group chat or something?

I'm forever fucked… democratically.

THE END

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A/N: Thank you for reading this story. It was a fun ride that had to end at some point.

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