Chapter 14: Fiddly Bits part 3

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The young girl giggled and then went back to watching the movie as a song came on, singing along with Mr. Browne. "Portabello Road, Portabello Road!"

Harry chuckled and continued to watch the movie until Melody fell asleep soon after the football game began. With a small kiss on her forehead he tucked her in, delegated a house-elf to watch of her, and left to head back to Hogwarts.

There he went to work on another room changing it into the equivalent of the Room of Requirement to take the place of the Danger Room in the dungeon. It took several hours just to lay the foundation of the runic array needed to do it. This was not a simple array, in point of fact it was the sort of array that dozens of runic masters could spend weeks working on. Harry however was alone, and had to make do.

By the end of three hours his eyes were scratchy and his fingers twitching from having held the brush for so long. Still he was well pleased with his progress so far and decided to take a break.

He sat down at the single table that was still in the dining area sipping at a soda called birch beer. For some reason the house elves seem to have taken a tremendous liking to all sorts of caffeinated drinks, and it was a very odd meal when they did not have one of them at least on hand. Melody of course was happy about this loving anything that tasted of grapes, but Harry was of the opinion that sodas should only be drunk occasionally. He had to admit however that birch beer was very tasty, even though why it was named after a tree root.

At that point Cory popped in with Ororo. Ororo looked askance at her lover, who was sitting there his eyes red from concentrating so hard. "You look like you've put yourself through the ringer my love."

Harry looked up at her, smiling faintly at the concern in her voice. "I know, just a very, very trying runic array I was working on today. And tomorrow I have two more projects I want to start work on, adding in the time-turning wards and figuring out a way to protect the house elves that work in the farming zones from their affect. And I want to head over to Steven's to talk to him about that book he promised me and work on figuring out how to connect the air ley-lines to the big book of Students. And of course some way to monitor it and a way for it to get out attention, just a lot of things really." He sighed wearily.

Ororo chuckled. In many ways Harry was sort of a workaholic, but giving their shared dreams and aspirations for the future that was all to the good. However, that didn't mean she was about to put up with him simply concentrating on his work to the exclusion of all else. To that end Ororo leaned down kissing him softly at first, then deepening the kiss quickly. A few minutes later she pulled back and stared at Harry's now glazed eyes. "Come love, I think it's time for us to go to bed."

Harry eagerly put down the notes of runes that he had been studying picking her up in his arms and kissing her as she giggled before the two moved off.

OOO Warning! Lemon Start OOO

The couple moved up the stairs slowly, stopping to kiss often. It was at one such stop on the seventh floor, the last floor before they would head up to their room in the former headmaster's tower, that Harry had a brilliant idea. Or at least his hormone induced mind thought it was.

Ororo looked up askance as he moved back from kissing her and took her hand moving in the wrong direction for the headmaster's quarters. "What are you up to Harry?"

"Well you know how I've been working with the Castle for the past few days to create different rooms for us appear?"

"Yeeees," she said slowly, a frown forming. "Harry I'm not going to have sex with you in some random room."

"This is not going to be some random room my dear," he said kissing the back of her hand before pulling her along. "I wanted to see if I could create something like the old prefects' bathroom back in my old dimension, and I think I succeeded admirably. Mind you it took a while to figure out how to keep the water moving and purifying itself. Keeping it hot of course only took a single heating rune added to the bottom of the tub."

Now that, Ororo thought smiling now, sounds much more like it. Ororo loved bathing, and always preferred a bath to a shower if she could get it. Primarily because in the wild she could shower anytime she wanted to after she started to use her powers but the chances of actually bathing in one of the limited watering hole without anything dangerous coming upon her (both animal and man) when she was in the water was next to zero.

Harry led her to the bathroom where he had transformed the room into a large bathing area like the prefects room he remembered so well. The floor was marble, as were the walls except for the far back wall which was a window open out into the nighttime sky. That was a nice touch Ororo thought, since she always prefers to be in a room with windows than not. Despite the fact that this room wasn't small enough to set off her claustrophobia it was still a very thoughtful addition.

In the center of the room was a large tub set into the floor two yards to a side. Steam rose from the water constantly, and a small fountain set into the center of it continued to pour water into the moving the water around and keeping it clean.

Before she could contemplate the room further Harry began to kiss the back of her neck and she moaned, her eyes half-closing in delight, always enjoying it when he worked over on her major erotic zones. She turned in his arms, capturing his lips with her own as the two of them began to slowly undress, only releasing their lip-lock when they had to remove their shirts.

Moments later Ororo giggled as Harry lifted her into his arms, his now bare cock resting against her rear for the moment while he made his way down a series of steps set into the side of the tub that she hadn't noticed yet. There Harry gently sat her down onto a bench a stone bench carved into the side of the tub.

Breaking off their liplock he slowly move down her body, kissing down her neck and collarbone to her stomach right above the waterline then up again. He opened his mouth wide, flicking his tongue out for a moment working her breasts over before taking one of her dark chocolate nipples into his mouth. His hands began to lift squeeze and fondle those magnificent mounds of milk chocolate colored flesh.

Ororo whimpered, smiling faintly as she looked down at him through half-glazed eyes. While Harry was always careful to lavish attention on every inch of her during their lovemaking he was most definitely a breast man, and his fascination with her breasts was rather amusing to her. A sudden thought of what it might feel like to have him really nurse from her, to produce milk for him zipped through her brain. Ororo moaned far louder this time at the other aspect of that idea; that she would have to be pregnant first. She wasn't ready to have children, not yet, not until they had made the world a safer place for them, but Ororo did want to have them eventually.

She worked her hands down from Harry's head to squeeze his butt underneath the water for a moment before moving to his front, taking his cock in her hands and working, causing little waves in the water which joined the others their movements were already making. His cock was already hard, a steel rod covered with skin topped by a bulbous head. Ororo's smile widened as Harry shuddered against her, not stopping his ministrations.

After a few minutes spent working one another over Ororo let go of Harry's cock and she gently raised his head up to hers again, kissing him hungrily on the lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues began to duel in his mouth while his hands went from her breasts around her back to grab her rear pulling her slightly off of the stone shelf pressing her chest against his own. Ororo's hands once more crept down to play with his cock, one hand underneath fondling his balls and the other working the shaft.

One hand gently traced from her rear around her side to her pussy. The wetness he found there was not just from the water her lower body had been soaking in for the past 10 minutes and Harry eased her open with two fingers before adding a third finger while his thumb moved up to the little nub of nerve endings at the top of her opening. Ororo made that low moaning sound that he so found erotic, and began to move her hands on his shaft faster. Harry grunted a little at this shuddering.

Ororo moved back a little, breaking the kiss and moving down his body lightly kissing his chest and shoulders before nuzzling into his neck nipping at the skin there then slowly she backed away through the water to sit once more on the little ledge along the tub side. With a wicked smile on her face she opened her legs, her knees rising above the water, running one hand down her body to open her pussy up for him.

Harry needed no second urging, and moved forward, lining himself up at her entrance.

When he slid in they both moaned aloud, Ororo's voice becoming louder and deeper as Harry slowly worked his way inside of her. This was no frenetic fast lovemaking like their time in the woods after 'Anastasia' was introduced to Obadiah. This was slow gentle lovemaking, and Ororo loved every minute of it as Harry slowly tortured her in the most delightful manner possible.

Soon Harry bottomed out in her, the tip of his cock scraping along that little bundle of nerves right at the entrance to her womb that she so loved. This pushed Ororo over the edge and she thrashed around on her seat sending ripples through the water as she came for the first time that evening, wailing her delight.

For his part Harry simply used all of his willpower to stay still and not cum prematurely. Despite the fact that they had been making love routinely, he was in no way used to the feeling of being inside his lady. It was like being held in a gentle yet incredibly tight wet velvet clamp, one which rippled as Ororo came. It was easily the best feeling he had ever felt, but much like their time in the woods he didn't want to use a spell like during their first lovemaking session. He wanted to build up the physical and mental control so that he didn't need to rely on it in the future.

After Ororo recovered enough to nod at him, Harry began to move in out of her, and she raised herself off of the ledge meeting his thrusts with her own. She leaned up slightly, kissing and nuzzling at his chest nipping at the skin their and leaving several hickies along his pecs and quite a few along his neck as well.

Harry gently tugged at her water slicked hair pulling her head back and kissing Ororo on the lips as his hips continued to pile-drive his cock into her cunt then moved down from her lips to her neck and then down again to capture the nipple he hadn't suckled on moments before while one hand grabbed her rear. That hand was mildly crushed every time she came back from thrusting up against him, while his other hand worked her other nipple.

The triple stimulation added to his continued thrusts to send her over the edge about 20 minutes later, and Harry had to grit his teeth in an attempt to keep control of himself, accidentally clamping down even harder on her nipple which threw Ororo over the edge harder.

After she came down from her high Ororo pushed Harry away from her, then gently turn him around pushing him against the side of the tub where he sat down his cock, slick with their juices, sticking straight up like a flag pole. She smiled faintly, watching with pleasure as his eyes tracked her while she slid further down into the water, moving toward him until her head was right between his legs.

Ororo was about to do something she had never done for her previous lovers. This was primarily because she felt it was rather degrading to do, and was worried about the taste. Yet for Harry she was willing to try.

She began to gently lick the shaft of his cock, moving up and down as she got used to the taste. While one hand pumped the shaft her mouth moved up to the top of his cock, her tongue lathering the tip. After a moment she stretched her mouth slightly and took the head of the cock into her mouth, working down the shaft just slightly while her tongue went to work on the bulbous head.

Harry threw back his head moaning louder than he had before, the sensation Ororo was giving him was incredible, and his hands gripped the side of the tub with white knuckles. "Ororo," he gasped "I'm not going to last very long if you keep doing that."

Ororo smiled and hummed, sending a very pleasurable sensation through the head of his cock that caused Harry's hips to lift off the stone for a moment.

She pulled back and smiled up at him. "That is the general idea my love." With that she went back to work, her tongue lathering the shaft and head before she took the bulbous head into her mouth again.

Harry was able to raise one hand and gently start playing with her hair, moving over her ears and fondling her head slightly, not trying to speed up or control what she was doing, just reveling in the sensation. Ororo's other hand moved down her own body, until it began to work at her pussy down below where she kneeled on the bottom of the tub.

At that point Ororo realized that her original thoughts on this act had been wrong. If there was any control to be had in this situation it was with the woman but she also realized that it was much more about giving then she had assumed. It was also rather empowering watching her lover in the throes of ecstasy, completely under her control. She chuckled, another sensation that had Harry moaning and his head lolling around.

About 5 minutes later Harry gasped and began to tremble. "Ororo, love, I'm going to..."

She pulled back from her position along his head, working her jaw slightly. While not painful having her mouth open that much for that period of time wasn't something she was used to. Now Ororo moved her hand even faster along his shaft resting it against one cheek as she gently licked the side of it. "Cum for me love, I want to see it!"

Below her fingers began to work in and out of her pussy even more furiously, and as Harry let go she came a little, not nearly as powerfully as she had the first two times but still enough to make her slightly glassy eyed. The sight of Harry cuming from her ministrations was one of the more erotic things she had seen, right up there with watching him and Jean kiss or the redheads drunken make-out/striptease session with Emma.

Harry's cock jerked and spasmed as it began to fire shots of cum off high into the air past her head and into the water around her, some of it landing in her already wet hair, most of it going on her face and some of it dripping down to her breasts where they rose out o the water. By the time Harry was done Ororo was liberally covered in his cum, and he watched through half lidded eyes as she scooped up large dollops and began to lick it off her fingers.

The sight rejuvenated him, and he reached forward but Ororo backed away dipping her entire body down into the water to clean off quickly. The taste of his cum was salty and creamy which was a very strange combination to her, though she had tasted it a few times before. This time for some reason it had a hint of tangerine to it, which was surprising, but not at all displeasing. But Ororo knew from experience that she would not like the sticky feeling after it dried on her, and preferred to clean herself with water than one of Harry's spells.

When Ororo emerged from the water back up Harry grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss again. With a sudden crack Ororo found herself in their room in High note, the one that had once been Magneto's overlooking the small botanical forest. A drying charm heated the remaining water off their bodies and after Harry cast a silencing spell around the bedroom the two fell into bed once more kissing and fondling one another as a prelude to round two.

OOO End Lemon OOO

"What do you mean he's found out?" growled Obadiah Stain into his phone. While he waited for an answer he looked out the window next to him, noticing they were through the last security checkpoint and his limo was even now moving down the long runway towards his personal plane.

Obadiah's mission here had been going well up to this point. He'd acquired all the parts and pieces as well as several of the plans of the armored power suit Stark had used to escape from the terrorist's that Obadiah had hired to kill him. Of course if they had actually killed him, this wouldn't have been necessary, but the idiots had realized who he was and gotten greedy. Still in the end they had paid for their greed, thanks to the squad of delta Force members that the good Senator Trevor had loaned him for this trip. While he incapacitated their leader the squad had taken out the rest of the camp with ruthless efficiency and a certain amount of eagerness it must be said. Indeed, everything had been going well up until one of his informants at the company's headquarters had called him about 3 minutes ago.

"Sir," the man on the other line said sounding rather nervous. "It's just like I said. Stark's here and he's going through everything, he's already found your files and is working with someone from some agency I've never heard of before, SHEATH or something like that. Him, Potts and his bodyguard are literally ripping apart all of your files. The agent, I think his name is Cole something, he's putting out a new warrant for your arrest as soon as they finish."

"On what charge?" said Stane, frowning angrily. I thought my personal security and the virus I put on my own computer set to erase all data at any sign of unsanctioned activity was enough security. But it looks as if Tony somehow was able to get around that. Obadiah wished that surprised him, but it really didn't.

"Sir, I don't know, but rumor has it they've found something that could have you in jail for selling weapons to threats to national security as well as murder."

Obadiah's face blanked at that. If they knew about both of those dealings, then they knew enough to put him away and throw away the key. Not everything, Obadiah had kept a lot of his dealings on his personal laptop, which he never let out of his sight.

He had only used the systems at Stark Industries at all because he couldn't remotely access the files and programs he had to use to hide the shipping manifests and redirect them. Damn it, I should have erased everything before I left just in case! What the hell? Tony should never have thought of looking inside the company, that's not like him at all! Unless he took those suggestions that Weatherby and Emma dropped much more seriously than I thought he did. With what they've already found he's definitely got enough to issue a subpoena and if they search around….

Now however that didn't matter, what did was to move on with one of his contingency plans. "You did well to call me, erase everything you've got about our dealings, go to ground for now. I'll contact you in a few weeks possibly. Until then keep your head down." With that done he called ahead to his personal pilot. "Janice, I'm afraid we're going to have to have to activate scenario three."

The woman on the other phone inhaled sharply but responded quickly. "Yes sir, we'll have it ready for you when you get here."

Not three minutes later the convoy arrived in front of his plane. The special forces team got out from their own cars all around him, joining Stane as he boarded the plane while a few of the base workers started to load up the crates containing the pieces of the armored suit into the plane's cargo area.

He moved through the plane nodding at the two stewards. Despite the interior being similar Obadiah's plane was nowhere near the lavish den of iniquity that Stark's was. He only kept two stewardesses aboard, and both of them were as much bodyguards as they were stewardesses, a pair of Asian twins despite their names. "Catherine, Stephanie how are you, did you get any shopping done?" he said as if making small talk, but that was far from the case.

At the code phrase both women narrowed their eyes sharply, looking around at the delta force squad. "Yes sir, we did."

"Good, good" Stane responded as if he couldn't be bothered further and moved through to the front of the plane where Janice and her copilot Mark were waiting for them. "Everything ready for takeoff?" he said looking at them, his eyes sending another message.

Mark nodded touching a section on his chair which concealed a small red button. At the same time Janice responded as if it was simply another day. "Yes sir, we have already gotten clearance to lift as soon as our cargo is loaded."

"Good," Obadiah nodded. "We need to get these parts back to the US as fast as possible."

After that he returned to the main section of the plane, nodding cordially at the ex-Delta Force men he had taken along on this little jaunt. "Gentlemen thank you for your help today, I'll make certain that senator Trevor knows how well you did in our after action report. But I have to reiterate that you can't let anyone know about what happened today or anything about this trip at all frankly."

Their leader nodded, holding his contempt inside. For them it had been just as much about killing some terrorists as it had been about getting that armored monstrosity back. But if Stance could come through with his promise to turn over a working prototype of that thing to the military then dealing with the snake in the grass would be well worth it. "Don't worry sir, we know our duty to our country. No one will talk."

Obadiah nodded gravely as if he was a fellow hard-nosed patriot, which was what the senator thought he was and these troopers seemed to think the same thing. It's a pity, these men would have been an excellent force to have along if they weren't such patriotic idiots. Such a pity, he thought, as he sat down. A few moments later the plane took off, and soft music began to emanate from some of the speakers.

The moment the plane leveled out the two stewardesses moved among the men, handing out sodas and glasses of wine or spirits as well as food. A suspicious person would have noticed that Obadiah did not take anything despite his penchant for a midnight snack, but the special forces men were completely disarmed by the stewardesses beauty. They were a pair of black-haired twins, lithe and sexy with Italian accents that added to their allure.

Obadiah smiled faintly, leaning back thinking his next move through. The problem is two-fold, first is the fact I will no doubt be arrested as soon as we land. The other problem is that Trevor will almost certainly have me silenced as quickly as possible so I can't lead the investigators back to him. No, I need to disappear. If not for the parts of that armored power suit I would be tempted to go with plan omega and simply have the entire plane crash to cover our escape, but with them my priorities need to change.

Still it couldn't be helped, he needed to have this thing, it represented a whole new level of weapon hearing. Thankfully all of his stocks in the company were under several assumed names that he had never accessed using SI computers. Despite Tony's laid back nature he hates other people having control over him and his search to find out who owns the rest of the company's stock so he could get a controlling share would slow Stark down in his attempts to clean up the company. Possibly enough for my own people to get more of my physical assets out of the country.

With that thought he opened up his laptop and began to send out orders under assumed names, basically telling all of his people to bug out using prearranged code names, and transferring quite a lot of the weapons that had been piled up thanks to Stark's idiotic gesture in warehouses scattered throughout the states out of the country under different names. He was certain not everything would get out, but if enough did he could start up somewhere else.

Especially if he decided to take up some offers he had gotten over the past few months. These ranged from a full on terrorist group called AIM to Hammer Industries itself, and some other groups out in Asia including one interesting one from a man who called himself the Mandarin. The one from AIM was interesting in some ways, but he wasn't about to take up that offer. AIM sounded far too much like a group that believed it own hype, that of an intelligentsia ruling the world through superior technology. Stane didn't want to rule the world, he just wanted to make his mark on it without anyone else trying to interfere or get credit for it. What that mark would be was still up in the air.

As soon as Stane sent off the last of his e-mails he shut down his laptop, looking out his window seeing they were now above the ocean as far as he could see. He looked around for a second, then stretched and yawned before getting up and heading back to the bathroom at the back of the jet.

The stewardesses had by this time moved to their own section of the plane up front, and had silently locked and bolted the steel reinforced doors there.

Once Obadiah was inside the bathroom he did the same, pressing a small button hidden behind the mirror. A second later a low hiss was heard, as along the edges of the door suddenly filled with rubber, making the bathroom airtight. With that done he reached over to a communicator on the side and said "Janice, I'm clear back here."

"Yes sir," said Janice professionally, and a second later in the main area of the plane a slight hissing could be heard.

In the cockpit Mark lifted his finger from the bottom, and his fingers danced for a moment changing two of the screens that should've shown just radar to showing the interior view of the main section of the plane. As they watched the squad of ex-Delta Force men, weakened by the slight paralytic in their food succumbed to the knockout gas, and a moment later the door to the stewardess area opened and Catherine and Stephanie moved through wearing gas masks.

Having clipped themselves to special harnesses to protect themselves from being pulled out they opened the door out into air, then went around and casually tossed each of the troopers out into space letting them plummet to their deaths. The two then made the OK signal at the pickups.

Mark pressed another button, and the air from the cockpit was funneled outside, replaced swiftly by clean air coming in from a special tank. A moment later all the doors opened, and Obadiah walked swiftly through the jet to join his men in the cockpit.

"Where to sir?" asked Janice looking over her shoulder.

"Venezuela for now I think Janice, then we'll need to switch to one of the hidden planes there."

"And in the long term sir?" asked Mark.

"That will depend on how things play off with the rest of our people. If enough people get out, we may be able to start up our own company someplace else, whereas you will all be rewarded for your loyalty with new positions. If not we may have to turn to alternative methods, in which case you'll still be working in the same positions as you have up to this point.

His employees shrugged. They were being paid extremely well, and Obadiah had never been the sort to throw away his men. Outside the sky was still dark as the plane moved on, nothing about it indicating the horrible events that had occurred just moments ago.

Obadiah nodded at them, his mind already going over where they would go from Venezuela, how he would contact and gather up his people, and ideas centered on the chucks of powered armor in his plane's small hold.

Unfortunately, the thing about plans is they never survive contact with the enemy.

OOOOOOO

Tony Stark did not simply sit on his ass waiting for Obadiah to come back to the states and get arrested. The moment he knew that Stane had been the one to betray him, and had in fact been trying to kill him, Tony took steps.

It took an hour for Tony to figure out which plane Obadiah had taken, why he had taken it and figure out a way track it regardless of anything Stane had done to it. Stark Enterprises jets all had a Stark Enterprise jet engines on them, and they heated the air around them at a precise frequency that was different just slightly from any other. This heat trail could be spotted and track if you could hack either the radar or satellites needed to do it.

Tony could do this. In point of fact most of the best radar systems the Americans boasted, and even some in other countries, had come from his company.

He was still tinkering with the idea of a space borne radar system to spot alien threats, but as he wasn't getting paid for that, and it really hadn't interested in him all that much considering the fact that Reed Richards, who even he had to admit was pretty damn smart, had a leg up on him there.

And unfortunately for Obadiah the newest version of the Iron Man suit was finished. It was painted in red and gold, was much more streamlined, smaller and formfitting than the original that he had made from random parts in what amounted to a middle-aged blacksmith shop in comparison to his own workshop. It'd taken them a few hours to perfect the interface system and another few hours to get used to do ability to fly, but after that, he decided to go out and clean up his company's mess himself.

Tony hadn't shown this suit to anyone, in fact this was going to be the first time he used it at all, and he was against the idea of sharing it with anyone. The world already had Doctor Doom and a few others pushing the idea of armor suits, they didn't need anyone else doing the same. Especially since, in Tony's opinion, his suit was of much higher quality than Doom's, which was the closest to its design and ability.

While he flew Tony considered who the hell had sent in that notebook warning him about Obadiah betrayal, and how the hell whoever it was had done that to a simple piece of paper. All of the tests he had done on the paper told him that there was nothing odd about it, it was simple wood pulp made into paper. Going over JARVIS's records he was able to discern a faint energy reading from the message when it had been making all that noise, but that was all. He hadn't thought to take readings from it while it was still making noises or when the message changed, and the little bit he had was not enough to figure anything out.

On his heads up display Tony could now see the plane, a rapidly enlarging as he zoomed towards it. Keeping under the radar of America and other countries had slowed him down considerably, forcing him to deviate to fly over Mexico rather than straight to the Atlantic from his Honolulu home. Still it had been simple enough since again most of those radar systems had been upgraded in the past few years by his company, and he knew all their specs and ranges by heart. "Can they see us yet JARVIS?"

"Negative sir, your suit's anti-radar imagery should be working for another few minutes then you will be too close for it to overcome. Whether or not they can see you with their naked eye I cannot say."

To his right the sun began to come up, and JARVIS corrected himself. "Correction sir, with the sun out now you will be visible to them. Your suit is not exactly subtle in that manner."

"Subtlety is overrated JARVIS!" Tony shouted, gunning the thrusters in his feet and zooming toward his target even faster.

On the plane the golden and red human-sized blur had indeed been spotted. "Sir," said Janice suddenly looking ahead and Mark cursed when he saw what she was looking at. "We've got something incoming!"

Obadiah leaned over the front panel of the cockpit, staring out the windshield at the thing coming toward them. The suit was gold and red, but it was definitely a more streamlined and much more high-tech version of the powered armor whose bits he had gathered from the terrorists. "Shit," he muttered. "Evasive maneuvers, everyone strap in, get some weapons online!" Mark nodded and flipped up several panels, bring the plane's weapon systems online, while Catherine and Stephanie turned and bolted for their own section, strapping themselves in tight. In a fight like this their martial arts and weapons skills were useless, a fact neither liked at all.

Outside Tony continued to move towards the plane, which had just released chafe and small drones which immediately began to propagate on his sensors as the plane itself. But his sensors were more than equal to the task of picking out which was the real plane and even if they weren't Tony was close enough now to see the real one. He sent out some shots from the repulsor beams in his suit's palms however to clear the battlefield a bit then he had to dodge wildly from machine gun fire from the tip of the plane.

The undercarriage at the very tip of the plane had opened, and a Vulcan rotary cannon on a mount appeared there, blasting out rounds at him.

A moment later several small partitions opened up along the plane's wings and hundreds of tiny mini-missiles zoomed out, all of them using his homing right in on Tony.

"Oh shit," he muttered not having figured on Stane having that many missiles.

"Spoofs active sir," said JARVIS, and Tony dove down towards the water, even as he let loose his own version of chaff behind him from a spot along the small of his suit's back. "I estimate that I can redirect at least 42% of the many missiles coming at you."

Tony zoomed along right above the crest of the ocean waves below, juking and diving as the missiles zoomed down at him impacting the water around him with explosive force. He then had to dodge another stream of tracers from the machine gun above him, but the plane was more interested in getting away.

It let loose another fusillade of mini missiles, depleting its onboard stores almost down to nothing, then turned away heading back on a new heading for Africa.

"The missiles are learning sir, I estimate I can only spoofs 25% of this next wave."

Tony nodded. "Take over evasive maneuvers, I'll take over electronic warfare."

"Affirmative sir." With that JARVIS took over control of his suit for a moment.

Jarvis couldn't do this for very long, both his own safety parameters and the suit's would not allow that, but it would be enough for Tony to swiftly upgrade the electronic warfare software in the suit to spoof the missiles further.

Tony did so, and more and more missiles began to impact the waters around him rather than coming straight at him. "I'm back online JARVIS."

"Affirmative sir, releasing control."

With that done Tony began to fight back, using his own weapons, repulsor blasts from his palms and two sonic wave cannons in his shoulders. he turned around so that his back was towards the ocean, pounding out shots at the mini missiles. "Keep an eye on that plane JARVIS, we can't let it get out of international airspace."

"Affirmative sir, at its current heading and speed that will take 45 min. It seems to be heading for Africa, unable to determine which specific country at this time. Be aware the current disturbance will mean that you are picked up by the radar slightly faster than would otherwise be the case."

"Understood." Tony turned his machine gun to full auto, powering down his repulsor blasts as much as he could so that he could hammer out smaller but more numerous shots taking out the mini missiles as fast as he could.

One got through to smash his suit's right kneecap, but the armor was sufficient to protect him and he only winced a little at the impact as it knocked him off course to skitter across the ocean's waves for a moment. He righted himself quickly, and raced after the jet.

On the jet Obadiah cursed. "What the hell is that thing made out of?"

"So damn maneuverable," Janice muttered. "What are those thrusters it's using to move around?"

"Screw its thrusters," Mark replied, trying once more to get the aiming reticule onto the form of the armored suit following them from below. "those cannons on its palms look like those repulsor beams from the newest missile systems, but more controlled and focused."

"Tell me something I don't know," said Obadiah snarling.. "Is our little surprise in the back ready?" he said looking over at Mark.

"Yes her, it's ready."

"Good, we'll only get one shot at this, make it count."

Tony quickly caught up to the jet, firing a single repulsor blasts at the machine gun set up onto its tip as it rotated to try to bring him under fire again. The Vulcan cannon shattered under the impact sending pieces flying everywhere. With that done Tony zoomed up past the plane on the left, firing two more blasts into its wing on that side. One of its engines died under his blasts, though the other was still working.

He clicked on his radio then his speaker system so the people in the plane could hear him even if they had turned off their radio. "Give it up Obadiah, come along quietly. It's over, you can't escape."

Obadiah nodded to Janice and she moved the control wheel of the jet forward into the dive position, going straight down towards the water for a moment.

Tony kept on moving after them, but was surprised and lost position on them slightly. He now found himself facing the back of the jet.

"Now!" ordered Obadiah and Mark slapped a button on the console in front of him.

Two small partitions at the far back of the jet opened up, and two more machine guns opened up on Tony. These were special machine guns, what they fired were not the regular 3.5 oz. armor piercing rounds of the Vulcan up front. These were the newest High explosive incendiary rounds. In essence each of the rounds were small rockets, and they hit like them too.

Before Tony could even move he took several dozen shots, catering and pocking his armor. One shoulder guard was completely blown off, and he lost the fine motor control of his other hand.

Tony winced but returned fire even as he dodged below the ark of the two gun's fire, which were situated rather than on a pintle mount. His return fired gutted the back of the jet, which began to spew out fire and smoke.

Mark slammed another button in desperation and the mini missile ports on the wings opening up again firing out their few remaining missiles. But Tony was ready, and his return fired caught the missiles right before they exited their housing, blowing off both wings.

Janice gritted her teeth and pulled the wheel of the plane up again, trying desperately to keep them from slamming into the ocean below which was rapidly coming closer. But Obadiah was already racing backwards, heading towards a small partition right behind one of the leather chairs in the seating area. It housed a small one-man escape pod, and he would be damned if he let Tony catch him after all this.

Before he could reach it however another blast from Tony's repulsor beams caught the plane in its bottom as he followed the plane. By sheer chance this blast caught the small engine of the escape craft. The engine exploded, most of its force constrained by the metal of the plane's fuselage around it. However that didn't stop it from blowing the floor of the interior of the plane upwards peppering Obadiah with shrapnel. He went down, dead before he hit the ground.

Behind him the two stewardesses/bodyguards had been strapped in and their chairs protected most of their bodies from the shrapnel of the explosion. Several bits impacted their legs underneath their chairs however and they both yelled in agony. But they had it lucky in comparison. A stray bit of shrapnel bounced around so much that it actually bounced through the open door into the cockpit and slammed into the back of Janice his head, killing her instantly.

Mark gasped then reached forward pulling her dead body off her control wheel before clicking his own on and taking over, trying to pull the nose of the plane up so that they would skip over the water rather than slam into it. He was barely successful in this and the plane skipped over the waves several times with jarring force, causing the two women in the back to cry out in agony each time before the plane came to a rest.

Tony stopped firing as he saw the jet go down. "JARVIS, keep on over-watch, I want to know if there are any planes incoming from all this malarkey, and if anything got away."

"Sensors indicate that nothing got away sir," said JARVIS. "Several African countries however have you on their radar, and are scrambling fighters. Ramstein base in Germany is also scrambling jetfighters and they will be here in about fifteen minutes."

"Got it," Tony said, moving his battered suit towards the door set halfway down the now slowly sinking plane. Once there he ripped the door out of its space and stepped inside, noticing that the water was swiftly coming in behind him.

Stark winced at the site of Obadiah's mangled body, still recognizable but definitely dead. He looked up at the two stewardesses who he recognized as having worked with Obadiah for many years in their current role, then passed them at Mark who had swiftly grabbed up a gun and was pointing it at him. "Don't be stupid man."

Mark moved until he was in front of the two stewardesses, then shook his head. "I'm not stupid sir," he said caustically. "I'm loyal."

"Then I suggest you put that gun up, those two need medical attention."

Mark looked down at both women, both of whom were woman-fully trying not to scream again at the pain coming from their perforated legs, then he sighed and dropped the gun. He leaned down and began to do what little first aid he could, nodding over his shoulder at Tony. "I'll surrender sir, hell I'll even agree to answer all your questions willingly. Just get these two to a hospital, I'll come quietly."

The two looked at him in gratitude, knowing what that cost a man like Mark, who believed that his word and his bond was the most important thing. He was a mercenary but he was a good one. Once you bought his services, he stayed bought. Evidently however their injuries, and his friendship with them was enough to break through that.

Tony nodded and called in a rescue chopper, and seconds later JARVIS reported that it had launched conjoined the claims that were even now closing in on his position. Tony knelt down in the water, doing what little he could (under JARVIS's relayed orders) for one of the girls. Her nametag, the only way he could tell them apart read Stephanie. As he worked Tony reflected that it hadn't been as clean a job as he wanted, but his armor had definitely come through with flying colors.

OOOOOOO

Nick Fury leaned back in a room protected by a faraday cage and as many other defenses against eavesdropping as he could put into it. It wasn't nearly as good as it could be of course, someone like Stark, Doom, Richards and anyone of that level might still have figured out ways to get into it, but it was the best SHIELD could do at the moment. Maybe in the future that would change if he could convince the higher ups to bring in Richards as a consultant.

Harry had made a few mistakes in terms of keeping his identity and powers secret during the battle against Selene. The first was that while none of the Gurkhas or William and his people would talk, the doctors sent to help the wounded from the embassies were not under any such constraints, and news of his healing ability at the very least spread like wildfire among the international community. At the moment those rumors were unsubstantiated, but Fury was looking at someone who could substantiate them, which was Harry's second mistake.

Natasha had been a spy for a very long time, and other than Snape Harry had never actually dealt with spies. Why bother with training a spy of any ability when you could just use Imperio to take over a person's mind and order him to tell you everything he knows, or act in your interests? Even Dumbledore did not actually have spies, he just had people who passed on bits of information. Natasha's mind was so organized that she could in time and with external stimuli overcome his Confoundus.

If Harry had used an Obliviate spell it would have worked much better but would have caused other issues. The mental lapse an Obliviate caused would have been obvious to anyone, but the confounding spell he had used instead unfortunately didn't last very long. It only took Natasha a single night, helped along by the fact her Black Widow suit had an inbuilt recorder that is on 24-7 in its buckle, to realize what had happened, and get around the spell.

"So what can you tell me about what really happened over there?" Fury asked, waving the newspaper that still was covering the supposed terrorist attack in London, his face amused.

Natasha looked a little leery. "What can I tell you, um, that depends on how open your mind is sir."

"Agent Romanov, I dealt with things in World War II and beyond that would turn that red hair of yours gray. I doubt you ran into anything that could compare to the shit storm I ran into going up against Baron Strucker for instance." Nick idly wondered why the old Nazi occult expert kept on coming to his mind these days, something about HYDRA bothered the hell out of him.

He was swiftly brought out of his reverie by Natasha asking, "So if I told you it looked as if magic was involved you wouldn't immediately send me to a psychologist?"

Fury leaned back closing his one eye then after a moment opened it again and nodded. "That actually would fit with what little I've been able to discern from here." Natasha gaped at him and he laughed. "There is more to heaven and hell Horatio, than is dreamt of in your philosophy. Now," Nick said seriously leaning forward, "report."

Natasha did so, covering everything up to the point where Mr. Wizard called in detail, then the planning session and her part of the fight. She described the powers she had seen in action, though she was unable to describe anything of the physical characteristics of the three strange superheroes.

"And then he was healing the people there with potions and spells I guess and then he hit me with a spell and for a bit there I was out of it," she finished.

Throughout this narrative Fury hadn't spoken at all, simply sitting there looking at her. His mind however was very busy. Those powers match up to what we know of Munroe at least, though I think our analysts have downplayed them severely. The other one almost sounds like what Hawkeye reported from Grey's fight with Pyro, but again the reports never said she was that powerful.

From there it wasn't easy supposition to assume who the mysterious Mr. Wizard was. Yet the breadth of the spells he had shown, the power of them pointed to someone who was more than a dabbler in the magic arts, and who was very capable in other ways as well. Not as naïve as Charles is either, if he put this Selene bitch down permanently. I'm not exactly happy with his trying to use a spell on my agent's mind either, yet on the other hand it doesn't seem as if the King had any real objection, and in his place wouldn't I do the same thing? After all he had no reason to trust Natasha, and SHIELD's purview hasn't extended to the UK yet.

"Where do Potter's loyalties lie?" Nick said out loud. "What's his game here?"

"I don't know Sir, but well, this is just supposition you understand." Fury nodded and Natasha went on, "I got three real impressions of Potter and of the women with him. The first is that they care, and I mean deeply care about individuals. Potter wouldn't have helped the wounded like he did afterward if he didn't care, and those troopers were complete strangers. I, I would say that he's just a generally nice guy sir."

Fury grunted noncommittally but motioned Natasha to continue. "Second is that he's had a lot of experience in combat. I don't know what kind, but it was obvious from the planning session and from what little of the fight against Selene I saw that he was a master at his kind of combat. It was almost scary how capable he was and some of the spells he used…"