Who are you...

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- Take off your shirt, I've already drawn a bath," the mercenary entered Stark's room.

- Aren't you going to bathe?

- I'll wash you, change your clothes and then wash myself. I hope I won't have to spoon-feed you after the bath, you'll be able to eat on your own? My hands seem to be working...

Anita snorted unhappily, sometimes her saviour was unbearable. He was always trying to cheat her out of money or just joking around. She rarely saw him serious.

Stretching in the chair, the girl leaned forward a little. Her sweat-soaked tank top showed off her naked figure. Stark wasn't wearing a bra and Augustus could see her small, taut breasts, slightly aroused by the cold walking through the house.

Grabbing the edges of her T-shirt, Anita carefully pulled it off her body. Beneath the fabric, a flat tummy with slightly bulging abs was revealed. Her red hair fell in a waterfall down her body, covering her upper intimate parts.Glancing at the mercenary looking at her, Stark smiled slightly and tucked her hair behind her back. Fully showing off her figure.

- Take off my trousers," Anita smiled seductively and murmured. Now, using only moments like this, she could take revenge on Augustus for his insolent behaviour.

The mercenary looked at the woman blatantly seducing him and tried to keep himself in control, for what time already. Stark was a beautiful, petite girl, with a bit of a brash and bossy personality. The more time passed, the more insolent she began to act. August remembered with nostalgia the first days, when Anita was still doped up after the terrorist captivity and didn't behave like that with him.

Approaching the redheaded seductress, he carefully removed her trousers, admiring her straight and trained legs. Then he began to pull off her underwear and Anita, as if by accident, threw her arms around his shoulders and tried to pull the black handkerchief off the man's head.

- Stark, stop messing around, I'll put a thousand dollar fine on your debt. You're acting like a little child," Augustus cooled the woman's ardour and stopped her from removing the handkerchief from his head.

- If you want, I can pay you, but show me your face," Stark squinted slyly, throwing her arms around the man's shoulders again.

- I'll give you two fines at once, a thousand dollars each," Augustus muttered, trying to keep himself from wrong thoughts.

Lifting the beauty in his arms, the mercenary carried her to the bathroom. Anita took advantage of the moment and pressed her naked body tightly, trying to get her hands under the man's clothes.

- Why don't you even take off your gloves? Do you know how unpleasant it is to feel the friction of your rough gloves on my skin? - Stark complained as August bathed her in the bathtub.

- Then you could have washed yourself, you have hands.

- Well, you offered to help me for five thousand dollars, or am I wrong? - snidely stretched the redhead. - Come on, freelancer, earn your money and don't forget to wash me "there".

- Twenty-five thousand dollars.

- Okay," Stark smiled broadly, and it was at that moment that the young bath attendant realised he'd cheapened the price.

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At the end of the second week, the pickup truck ran out of petrol. All the travelling villages encountered along the way were either ruled by gangs and terrorists or had been destroyed. August considered it suicide to enter the captured villages, where he would be met by at least a thousand militants. Even for him without prior training it was deadly dangerous, what to speak about the ballast in the form of an incapable girl.

Therefore, as the car finally ran out of fuel, the mercenary abandoned it and continued on foot. For Stark was designed a special carrier made of sticks tied together. The girl was secured on her back, and the rucksack with supplies hung on the man's stomach. The magazines for the AKs were neatly fastened to the outside of the backpack so that they were easily accessible. The girl and the full backpack weighed about a hundred kilograms in total, for August this load was not critical, and he felt comfortable with this additional weight.

Anita was already used to the strength of her mercenary, so she did not react to his newly demonstrated superhuman abilities. Only his reluctance to talk about his powers and show his face irritated the girl.

Smiling, Stark pressed her breasts against the back of the man carrying her. Seeing no reaction from the mercenary, she slung her arms over his shoulders and nuzzled her face into his neck, sighing languidly.

- Ten thousand dollars fine, don't even try to take off my handkerchief or I'll tie your hands," Augustus said menacingly to the red fox on his back as he continued to tread the dry steppes of Afghanistan.

Stark did not heed the words and after five kilometres the mercenary stopped and tied her hands.

In the middle of the third week, the pair came across another destroyed village. It had been shelled with particularly powerful weapons, and there were hardly any houses left. In the centre of the village, August found an unexploded shell with "Stark Industries" engraved on the side.

- Why are my company's newest missiles here?! They were only recently released, and only a small batch was sold to the U.S. Army!

- Your weapons are often found with terrorists in Afghanistan, someone is illegally trading them without your knowledge, - August made a hint, without going into any details yet. Anita heard his words and thought deeply.

In the village the man had found food and necessities. All they had to do was cross the mountains and they would be in territory controlled by the American military.

During the three weeks they had been travelling, the couple had had to hide from bandit and terrorist patrols. In American-controlled land, August would finally be able to relax a little and get a good night's sleep. Even he, a man with physical superpowers needed proper sleep, and while they were in terrorist territory, the man had to be constantly vigilant.The mountain crossing was much safer than the rest of the three week journey. There were very few people in the mountains August crossed. It was all because of the uncomfortable landscape. The Afghans simply could not build settlements in these mountains because the soil was unstable; at any moment it could simply move downwards.

Overcoming the mountains took the company a little over a week. The mercenary with the girl on his back got to the American territory. We had to make one last push to reach the American mercenary base.

- We need to go to a place, I have to pick up a few things there," August informed Stark August, turning off the route and making an arc.

A month ago, the system had given him the coordinates with the Defstroke suit as a reward for completing a mission. The desired location was on American territory, thirty kilometres from the mercenary base. August had to visit this place before Anita surrendered into the hands of the American military, otherwise he would have no time at all afterwards. The canon of the film about Iron Man will spin with great speed and the mercenary will have a strong enemy in the person of Obadiah.

This villain in the film had enough resources to wage a full-scale war in the city. Given the recent plot twists in this world, August wouldn't be surprised if Obadiah acts very differently than he did in the film's canon.

- What do you need to pick up here? Are you sure you're not in the wrong place? - Stark asked interestedly. There wasn't a living soul around them, they just stopped in a deserted area.

Augustus carefully took the girl off him and put her next to a rock so she could lean on something. Then he took a sapper shovel out of his rucksack and started digging.

After digging through twenty centimetres of sand, the shovel hit something hard. The mercenary began to dig more actively and a huge black case began to appear from under the sand. It was two metres wide and three metres long, and weighed about a hundred kilograms.

The excavated case the man lifted up and unloaded in front of Stark. The surprised girl stared at the weapon case that appeared.

- What the hell is this?

- My suit, since I now work for a rich man, I need to match this rich man, - with these words August opened the case and tried to hold back a sigh of surprise.

Stark opened her eyes wide and stared curiously at the suit neatly laid out in the case. The entire suit was black and consisted of a cloth-like, rugged garment, over which were attached protective plates made of a fibreglass composite. They provided protection for the chest, shoulders, forearms, shins and feet. All the most important places were protected.

- Give me a minute to change," Augustus quipped and took the case, retreating behind a rock. Stark wouldn't be able to see him there.

Ten minutes later he returned in a new guise. The girl who had been travelling with him for a month had only one question and she couldn't help but ask it. Even though she knew it would not be answered.

- Who are you...

(August's Costume)

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