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Revenge

"Commander Ross," Tony greeted, straightening his back and quickly fixing his wrinkled clothes before he turned around to face the man, "welcome to the Stark Industries, please come in, have a seat."

"Mr. Stark—," the blond saluted, approaching him and Tony waited where he was to shake hands with the man before he sat heavily on his chair and motioned for the Commander to do the same across the desk, "Is everything alright here?" The man asked, noticing the several office items spread over the floor.

"Oh, that's nothing, I got a little carried away in my last project, I'll have that cleaned later," he replied dismissively, "I am glad you could make it Commander," Tony said feeling Stephen's gaze fixed upon him as he remained at a safe distance from the desk.

"I'm going to be honest with you Stark, I only came here as a formality, the Stark industries have worked with the government for many years and your father was a very exceptional man, he was the very best this country could offer, but we are looking for the possibility to expand to a new market in Africa and we can't afford to invest in both companies, Africa has top quality raw material, what can you offer us?"

"I like a man who is straight forward," Tony commented moving his chair closer to the desk, a grin plastered on his face and he could picture Stephen rolling his eyes under the desk just as clearly as he felt his face now pressing against his thigh, "I know that by «Africa» you mean Wakanda and even when I would want to deny it, you are right about the Vibranium, it is certainly a top quality raw material and I'm afraid there is nothing else on earth that can compare to it."

"I have no idea how could you possibly know about the existence of Wakanda and the Vibranium Mr. Stark, but I can see that you don't have anything better to offer us," Ross stated.

"I—, Tony started, but before he could finish his thought, he felt Stephen sliding his hands from his ankles to his knees to spread his legs apart under the desk, "I didn't say that—, " he continued, trying to kick Stephen under the desk to make him stop, but the doctor had now both his legs pinned against the wooden desktop walls, "You and I both know Wakanda is as close to giving up their Vibranium to the world, as you are to blindly trust me and pick my market instead of theirs," Tony fell silent for a moment to allow the commander a comment and Stephen took advantage of this to reach out for Tony's belt, the billionaire visibly tensed up in his chair and once again tried to kick him, but the space under the desk was reduced and Stephen could easily hold his legs spread with his body weight.

"What is it you have to offer us?" the blond asked after a minute of consideration.

"I am implementing new targeting technologies into my weapons and I've been developing designed bio-weapons that I know your organization and many others will be fighting over shortly" Tony's voice sounded so controlled right then even when Stephen was now unzipping his pants and most likely only a few seconds away from burying his hand into his underwear, "why don't you watch a presentation I've prepared for you and then consider who has better things to offer you, «Africa» or your best weapon supplier for the last decades."

There were some seconds of silence and then the place flooded with the sound of the giant TV on the further wall and as soon as the presentation started and the blond turned around to watch it, the billionaire put both his hands under the desk and pushed Stephen back the best he could, almost poking his eye in the process, but the neurosurgeon grabbed his wrists stopping him and a second later Tony felt the unmistakable sensation of someone sucking his index finger completely into their mouth, that was about everything he needed for the entire content of his veins to start rushing down to his groin, but he still pulled his wrists out of Stephen grasp and zipped his pants again before the presentation finished.

"That's a very impressive presentation, good quality CGI, but it's just CGI nevertheless, DNA based missile targeting sounds revolutionary and I'm sure we would be interested in that if that was a reality right now," the blond said but Tony didn't answer him, instead he clung to the desk with both his hands as if his life depended on it since Stephen had suddenly felt the urge to use his tattoo against him in the same way he had used it against the doctor for the past few weeks, "Mr. Stark? Are you alright?"

Stephen stopped for a second.

"I'm not," Tony said, starting to unbutton his dress shirt, "you see this nasty scar? I don't know if you heard about the accident I had a few weeks ago, but the DNA based missile targeting is a reality and this scar is a result of it."

Suddenly all the urge Stephen had for revenge disappeared and he started to listen to the conversation attentively and the TV sound flooded the place again.

"Okay Jarv, we are doing this, I have to test it and besides it's down to 0.001% of its full combustion capacity, I have the protection suit, it won't even leave a scratch, yes I know its a missile, but it's a miniature one, now load my DNA, Jarvis—," Tony's voice sounded in the background, "DNA based missile targeting day nine, human trial one, 0.001% of combustion capacity, alright, shoot," a big explosion sound followed and then silence again.

"Now you have a lot to consider Commander Ross," Tony said when the video ended, "that would be all, you know where the exit is."

"You will be hearing about us, Stark," the man said and right after that his chair moved and the sound of his steps disappeared in the distance when the elevator bell rang and he left, Tony moved away and helped him out from under the desk.

"So where were we Doc? Do you still want revenge or did you have enough of that under there?" Tony asked, winking at him but Stephen was ignoring him, his gaze was fixed on the big screen on the wall where the video of the missile trial was still on display and paused.

"What I want—," Stephen turned around to look at Tony, "—is for you to tell me, how a genius like you can be so stupid Anthony? Your accident—, you caused it? You had a missile fired at your chest? What were you thinking? You almost died!"

"And what was I supposed to do?" Tony asked pinching the bridge of his nose, "fire it at my interns? Or pick a random person in the street and shoot them? Or even better, find DNA samples of my enemies and get rid of them once and for all?" Tony got up from his chair, looking at him with demanding eyes and folded arms.

"Maybe start by not forcing your spirit animal to kill you!" Stephen pushed him back by his chest and his face once again contracted in a discomfort pout.

"Let's take this somewhere else, shall we?" Tony sighed.

"Where?"

"Somewhere with alcohol would be a start, if I have to endure this speech one more time, at least let it be under the influence of at least half a bottle of bourbon," the billionaire said walking to the elevator with Stephen right behind him, pretending not to notice the perfectly well-stocked bar Stark had in one corner of the office, "Jarv, don't wait up for me honey and please show Levi around the place, the doctor will be busy all night lecturing me unless he's more fun than that, but I doubt it."

"Well—, there is this thing about elevators—," Stephen whispered in the shorter man's ear when the door opened and they walked in, "—that makes any average person appear ten times more appealing," he cornered Tony against the elevator wall as soon as the door closed behind them.

"I'm anything but average!" Tony replied, taking mock offense.

"That's exactly my point, Anthony—," he replied leaning in to kiss the man, "now show me this penthouse of yours, that you were so eager for me to visit."