Tony Stark Imagines [Requests Open]

tony//a glimmer of hope

TW: infertility, some visual stuff, mentions of sexsism and very basic treatment of Arabic culture.

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Being a female in an Arabic environment was tough. Really tough.

However, you managed. You were strong and independent, and you didn't let some idiot with a penis to try and dominate you. You were stronger than that and surprisingly many respected that.

You have been training since you can remember. With that long time, at the age of thirty-six, you could beat almost any male in your way into the ground. You also were able to use your feminine aspects to gain what you wanted. Nature didn't spare anything on you, causing literally a miracle to happen. Guess sometimes ground is bound to give birth to a real gem.

Ten Rings controlled your village since they took control of the terrain almost twenty years ago. You were truly lucky to be trained already and being able to snap somebody's neck at that point, otherwise, you could end up as some hooker or worse. They were impressed by your abilities and took you from your family. You officially became a terrorist.

It was also helpful that you were infertile. That way it spared your future as a wife whos only purpose would be taking care of children and home. Sure, that caused sometimes you to wonder if you are truly a woman, but there was just too many things to focus on at the moment.

Your woman traits also became useful in gathering information for your new and brutal family. Many needed just a push, a single flirt and a little dose of alcohol, and they became very talkative, giving you with a smile some important information. That's how Ten Rings got to know about certain Jericho missile and its creator, Tony Stark himself.

People like him disgusted you. They treated others like lower classes, bringing death with every new weapon, sitting on the throne of golden skulls. And their confidence and materiality, because they "protect" others. Because they care.

This was dirty money that they spent to impress the others, have a ton of one night stands and pleasure themselves with splendor. Empty shells with bloody money.

If they were willing to help other ways. If they actually cared and provided some medical equipment, some humanitarian help. But no, they gained fortune on death and pain, leaving nothing but blood and dust behind.

That's why you didn't feel any guilt about this whole action. Because it would be pleasurable to watch him being stuck on the other side of the coin. To see him suffer just like you did.

Yes, it was personal. You still remembered the day your fate changed. A missile with this oh so famous name landed just a meter away from your feet. How you stood there filled with fear for less than a second when it exploded.

Somehow, the only part that was hurt was your lower regions and upper legs. The shards stabbed your abdomen like glass shards, tearing apart your womb and part of the bowel. He was the cause you couldn't get a stable life, ever. They were able to take out metal pieces, but the damage was done. You lost part of yourself and possible future due to the man who was careless and treated women like gloves, every time having a different one by his side. And you will get your revenge.

The action was hard to prepare. The whole operation had to be coordinated and quick, fast massacre to get this cursed man and destroy everyone else in your path. Nobody will stand in your way to get what you wanted, even if it wasn't you who was in charge. Let's say that you were finally lucky.

Raza wasn't stupid, but he wasn't the brightest man either. Maybe a little above average, which made possible for him to be in command. However, he was often overconfident, which you used, seducing a man to do what you wanted. Just a little push here and there to feed his pride, and suddenly he became your puppet. You were careful with that because a simple mistake would make your life hell. You just had to make him think that he is independent, and you are just a hopeless idiot with a nice body. He never touched you or any of the others, because of massive scars in the lower arena. Not that you wanted to use that card, to begin with. You thought of it more of an emergency only when there would be no other option.