The Man with no Heart (Tony Stark) - ON HOLD

Happy

“Hmmm oh…”

I smirked, watching the blond girl’s pretty boobs furiously jumping up and down, following my own rhythm.

My hand moved to her mouth, my fingers to her lips and she sucked them, with a smile on her face.

“Let ‘em hear us, baby”

I chuckled. Oh, I am definitely not worried about that.

Baby?

Come on, I am anyone’s baby.

I did not belong to anyone.

And I did not give a sh*t if I was not clear about it, whenever I approached a female.

Well, some took it well.

Some not that well.

Some others felt like killing me.

And I did not even stand there to watch.

I only stood there, in times like those. Oh, yes.

That, I watched.

I loved the way they moaned and screamed my name.

I loved the way they threw themselves at me and fed my ego.

I loved to make them see, feel and know exactly what they could never have.

“Oh!” she threw her hands back, closing her eyes “You… beast”

I smiled as another one, a green eyed brunette, moved on top of the other girl and approached me, still positioned between her legs.

She handed me just another whiskey, hand moved her hands alongside my chest. “What about me, Tony?”

I took a sip of my drink, my eyes studying her with a flirtatious look. “What about you, dear?”

“Can you handle me?” She smiled

I giggled, taking the rest of the drink all at once “The question is, dearie…” I dropped the glass, breaking it into pieces “… can you?”

Two years had gone by, since everything happened.

Since my parents left this world.

Since many mysteries and doubts floated all over. Riddles that never got to be solved

And questions that, over the time, fell deep into the back of my mind and far away from my concerns.

No, I decided I was not going to get enraged anymore.

I decided that nothing is worth my concern anymore. After all, in the end, whatever has to happen, happens. And if you have to get your ass kicked, you will still get your ass kicked. And if you have to get your heart torn into pieces, it still get your heart turned into pieces.

So, it is better not to have a heart, at all.

And not to feel, at all.

“TONY!”

Someone loudly knocked at the door, a few hours later.

“Hmmm, they’re calling for you, baby”

The girls spoke, next to me.

I rubbed my face and stood up, I nearly fell asleep with them.

That would be a grave mistake, Stark. You would have to deal with them in the morning.

“TONY!”

I recognized that as being Rhodey’s voice.

Wait.