Sins And Sinners (Marvel X Male!Reader)

Chapter 1

At 7pm in the evening is when you're finally done dealing in death as usual. Makes sense considering you are the sole heir to a billion dollar weapons manufacturing empire and the unofficial CEO, Malakai Stark aka Kai Stark.

It's now that you leave your office in your car. The drive home being uneventful as usual, but pleasant nonetheless.

People may doubt that you're his son at first glance, because you both look nothing alike. You're still growing, but are already a little taller than your father. You have the whole tall, dark and handsome thing going for you, with hair a little on the longer side in a wolf cut. Your shoulders have filled out nicely during puberty, it also helps that you keep fit. Nobody doubts it because you got your PhD at 14. Top of the class.

8pm is when you walk through the hallway of your luxury two story penthouse, finishing up your night time routine as usual.

As a Stark, you and your father have quite the reputation, though yours isn't entirely accurate. Your popular nicknames are 'The Prince' and 'Hippocrates jr.', while your dad is called 'The Merchant of Death' and 'The Da Vinci of his time'. They wouldn't be nearly as nice with the names if they knew that your interest in everything biochemistry wasn't only used to revolutionize modern medicine. So, it's a good thing that most people don't know.

9:30 is when you've finished planning and looking over your schedule for the coming days. This is when you usually wind down with some light reading. Sometimes it's astronomy, sometimes it's a story in a new language you're learning, but today it's quantum physics. It's a nice break from the numerous documents, projects, proposals and such. In all technicality that shouldn't be your job, seeing as though those were meant for the CEO, but then again when has your father ever cared for the business side of things. You're good at it, in part because most things aren't difficult for you, but in part because you've been doing it for a while now. 

11 pm, you put your book down ready to sleep as usual, this is when this usual day becomes unusual, effectively fucking up all your future plans. It starts with a call that changes the course of more than just your life.

Your ringtone startles you, phone flashing with Pepper's name and picture. This is alarming, everybody knows not to call you after 8pm and nobody dares to.

This can't be good...

 You pick your phone up from where it sits on the nightstand accepting the call, putting it on speaker.

"Hello, Pepper...?"

"Have you heard from Tony? We lost contact 10mins ago. I don't think this is supposed to happen." She says, almost frantic.

"What? No, that's not supposed to happen. Did you run a check on the systems?"

"Yes, that's what they've been doing, but no luck. There doesn't seem to be a problem with the systems, but we've lost contact with the escort team and the tracker went offline. They're sending people to the last known location, but we can't establish a connection from our side either."

 She sounds one bad news away from a panic attack. You didn't even realize you're not laying down anymore, now pacing the length of your bedroom, trying to shake the sleep still clinging to your eyes. "Hey, breath... In and out. In and out." You say while breathing loudly for her benefit, "I'll make a call and see if I can reach him on our private network, okay?"

Searching through the contacts, still pacing, trying to drag your mind back to the land of the living. Also trying to figure out if there was any way this wasn't a kidnapping situation or worse. It was then when you came to an abrupt pause, body and mind, with a frankly bizarre realization - you don't have your father's number.

The absurdity of this isn't lost on you, although you're not that surprised, maybe a little morbidly amused, but not entirely surprised, no. You and your father have never even texted each other, much less called, everything happens indirectly - always has.

You discard the amusement in favor of getting back on track, "PAM, call him on our private network, please."

"No problem, calling Tony Stark"

PAM - Personal Assistant to Me. Your very own best friend and AI. Crappy name, yes, but names have never been your strong suit anyway. She's been with you for almost a decade at this point.

"Call failed to connect.....

His phone appears to be switched off, which happened around the same time as their location and comms went offline. They were following the predetermined route in the Kunar province, no deviations."

Okay, now you're a little worried. You start to put your outside clothes on as your mind goes through the logistics of how this is possible and the effect it'll have on your carefully constructed plans. This changes quite a few things.

There isn't much running around involved, you are very organized. The familiar routine of leaving the house allows for autopilot to take over, taking your body through the motions of going to your office, leaving your mind to compute.

Pausing for a moment when you're seated in your car, you take a slow deep breath as you focus, when you're as rich and famous as a Stark, kidnappings are always a threat. There are security measures and protocols in place to prevent just that. But something that people don't know is that you're more than just intelligent, it's being calm, perceptive and smart that got you where you are, alive. So even if this is a kidnapping, it's not enough to upset your plans. You're nothing if not adaptable.

Mechanically you reassure Pepper, who is still on call and still freaking out, not that you pay much attention to her anxious rambling and tell her to have some cold water to calm down. There aren't a lot of groups or people who'd have the means to obtain the information about the routes, much less the resources needed to attack an entire highly trained military escort team.

How did they get the information in the first place? This wasn't random, the team didn't even report the attack, probably didn't have the time to. Almost surgical precision in the planning. The situation feels more complicated than just a missing CEO or even a coordinated attack. Shaking your head, you push the calculating and computing to the back of your mind.

Not now, there will be time for that later.

"Pepper, PAM, call an emergency meeting, I want everybody concerned in a conference room in my building, within the hour. Clear my schedule for tomorrow. Monitor the networks for any useful information and block any news of this. No leaks, got it?"

"Understood, will do." PAM's somewhat robotic female voice sounded in the car, as Pepper replied with an okay and cut the call, sounding a little more solid now that she had something that she could do.