An Iron Resolve (Marvel)(Time Travel)

A/N: Natasha becomes Tony and Pepper's sex kitten. All according to plan~

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Tony doesn’t hesitate to latch his hands onto Natasha’s leather-clad hips the moment that the gorgeous femme fatale swings one leg over his chair and proceeds to straddle his lap. Her breath hitches as she grinds her crotch into his own, feeling how erect he already is through his far too expensive suit pants.

If you’d told him a year ago that he’d have Natasha in this position, offering herself up to him on a silver platter with the zipper on her uniform down far enough to show a tantalizing amount of cleavage and skin, Tony would have laughed and then solemnly asked what exactly she was trying to get out of him.

It was a little hard to even try to imagine Natasha Romanoff of all people trying to be seductive solely for the sake of being seductive, after all. There was always an angle for the beautiful red head, always some sort of gambit at play. It was just who she was deep inside. Natasha was a schemer, and she would always be a schemer.

Of course, Tony knew what she wanted right now. He had her right where he wanted her and they both knew it. His offer to heal her and give her a chance at motherhood was honestly just the surface layer of things though. Tony had also just got done showing Natasha that the wagon she’d hitched her horse to, SHIELD… was rotted from the inside and out.

Fury wasn’t a bad guy. He wasn’t a good guy either, but he wasn’t evil. He also wasn’t as incompetent as Tony just got done making him look. He was simply a man who was doing the best he could with the information he had at hand. It didn’t help that JARVIS had been altering some of that information for quite some time now as well.

Letting the SHIELD Director think he’d gotten one over on him by saddling Tony with Natasha would hopefully assuage Fury’s suspicions for a little bit at least. Though Tony knew full well that if Fury could see him and Natasha right now, the man would probably burst a blood vessel from that bald head of his.

Sliding her hands across his cheeks, leaning in close so her ruby red lips are mere centimeters from his mouth, Natasha lets free a shuddering breath as she grinds into his bulge.

“You’re a very dangerous man, Tony Stark. Made all the more deadly for the fact that no one knows just how dangerous you really are.”

Tony chuckles, even as he enjoys the experience for what it is.

“Coming from the Black Widow, that’s high praise.”

Natasha hums at that, before suddenly shimmying out of his grasp. She slides off of his lap and onto the floor, kneeling between his legs as she spreads them with both hands on his knees. Tony doesn’t try to stop her. He simply leans back in his chair and watches as she slowly, seductively leans forward. Keeping her hands on his knees, the gorgeous femme fatale proceeds to unbutton and unzip his pants with just her teeth, and damn if she doesn’t look good doing it as well.

Finally, she tugs down his boxers until his rock hard member comes swinging out, very nearly smacking her in the face. Running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, Natasha seems intent on trying to make him blow before she ever even takes him past her lips. Unfortunately for her, Tony has more self-control than that. Literally, these days. It had taken some training, but the Extremis Super Soldier Serum, or as he’d taken to calling it ES3, had given him far finer control over his body than he’d ever had before.

He wasn’t sure whether that was because the Super Soldier Serum had enhanced his already genius intellect to even greater heights or if that was the way it was for everyone… or even if it was more a side effect of Extremis than anything else, but Tony wasn’t complaining. In the end, he could hold his release at bay forever if he wanted to.

Fortunately for Natasha, she doesn’t try to make a point of making him blow early. After licking up the underside of his cock, she places her lips around the head of his member and dutifully begins to suck, bobbing up and down his shaft while staring him in the eye the entire time. Her gaze never leaves his face and her hands never leave his knees. The entire experience is focused around her mouth and tongue and what she’s capable of doing with them alone.

Tony has to admit, it’s incredibly impressive. She is incredibly impressive. But when JARVIS sends him a silent message on his computer, he can’t help but hold out even longer. Seconds turn into minutes, and just as he can sense Natasha’s frustration rising… the door to the office opens and someone steps inside.

Under the desk, Natasha freezes up at the sound of someone walking into the office. She relaxes when she hears the familiar voice of Pepper Potts, however. She quickly returns to sucking his dick, no longer worried in the slightest.

“How’d your morning meeting go, Tony? Ah, I see it went very well indeed.”

The office is a more modern architecture. Meaning that Tony’s desk is basically just a glass pane on legs. It only takes Pepper a second to clock Natasha’s fine ass, clad in black bulletproof leather, poking out from under it. And then she’s able to follow that ass up through the glass desk and see the red head bobbing up and down on his cock.

Smiling at Pepper, Tony beckons for her to join him. Sashaying her way across his office, Pepper walks around the desk to his side, her eyes sliding down to meet Natasha’s gaze even as Tony wraps an arm around Pepper’s waist and pulls her in close.

“Good to see you still know your place, Agent Romanoff.”

Natasha colors a little bit at that, before pulling off of Tony’s cock and licking her lips so she can answer.

“Yes Ms. Potts. I am… happy to continue to be of assistance to you and Mr. Stark. Even if my official job title has changed from Personal Assistant to SHIELD Liaison.”

Pepper snorts in amusement at that, before turning her eyes back to Tony. Seeing that she’s been dismissed, Natasha pouts for only a moment before descending back down Tony’s cock.

“So it worked then? Everything is going according to plan?”

Too horny to play nice right now, Tony ends up dropping the hand on Pepper’s waist to her ass, causing her to let out a cute little ‘ooh!’ as he gropes her firm, toned buttocks through her professional-looking pantsuit. The ES3 had been good to Pepper… to all of them, really. But he had to admit, as much as he loved Pepper for her and not for her looks, after the ES3, she was able to give even Natasha a run for her money in the looks department.

Giving him an unamused look, Pep still doesn’t stop him from fondling her ass, even as she raises an eyebrow impatiently. Chuckling, Tony dips his head.

“Yeah Pep. Everything is going according to plan.”

Pepper hums at that, and surreptitiously arches her spine as she pushes her ass further into his groping palm, acting a little bit like a cat in heat. She doesn’t say what she probably wants to say… because she knows better than to discuss Tony’s ‘visions’ in front of Natasha. He takes pity on her all the same, letting out a sigh as he leans back in his chair.

“Still, we’re in it for the long haul now. Can’t move too quickly or we’ll draw too much attention. We could dismantle the branch of HYDRA that’s in SHIELD tomorrow, sure… but that wouldn’t do us much good when we know there are more branches out there. We just haven’t found them all yet.”

Looking down into Natasha’s eyes as she continues to glide her lips along his spit-polished, throbbing member, Tony smiles.

“Until we do, we have to play nice. Might be years before we can finally make our move though, truth be told.”

In reality, Tony really means that they’ll have to wait years for certain events to come along that he can manipulate and turn to his advantage with his foreknowledge. Still, they can’t exactly tell Natasha that seeing as he has no intention of letting her know anything about his knowledge of the future. That said, the time table still causes Natasha’s eyes to flash and she pulls back to give him a look.

“Years, Stark?”

Tony hums, tilting his head to the side but not backing down.

“For you, Natasha… not quite as long as the rest. Be a good girl and prove your loyalty to the cause and we’ll get you all fixed up in another two or three years, I’m thinking. And then the biggest decision you’ll have to make is who the father of your own personal little sprog is going to be.”

That seems to mollify the red-haired spy, who returns to sucking his cock down on her knees under his desk. Of course, no sooner has she began to bob up and down on his member, showing a bit more urgency now, then Pepper sighs and reaches out, smacking Tony in the shoulder.

“Honestly Tony… don’t torture the poor woman.”

Being called out directly by his girlfriend, Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh and gives Pepper a pout. But… she’s right, in the end. Reaching down, he places a hand atop Natasha’s head, causing her to pause. Then, he smiles at her benevolently.

“Here it comes.”

That’s the only warning she gets before he unleashes a torrent of seed into her mouth. She swallows most of it, forced to as her cheeks expand from the sheer volume of cum he deposits on her tongue. Until finally, Tony’s balls have been emptied. Pepper doesn’t hesitate. Cooing, she grabs Tony’s desk by it’s edge and pushes it back several feet, despite the incredible weight of its metal legs. Then, she reaches down and yanks Natasha up by her shoulders.

The Black Widow’s eyes barely have a chance to widen before she’s being groped, hugged, and kissed by the CEO of Stark Industries, with Pepper’s tongue pushing its way into Natasha’s mouth and scooping out some of his cum in the process. The two red heads moan as they rub up against one another. Pepper is taking the lead of course, and being very domineering as she does so, but Natasha is definitely enjoying herself, grinding against Pepper’s hands and body as she’s fondled, groped, and toyed with.

Until finally, Pepper spins Natasha around, marches her over to the moved desk, and bends her over it. Natasha arches her back and lifts her ass up into the air without even having to be told, while Pepper finds the zipper to the SHIELD Agent’s catsuit and pulls it even further down, finally reaching Natasha’s sex.

Tony raises an eyebrow as he rises from his chair, cock in hand.

“My oh my… I’d noticed the lack of bra earlier, but no panties as well? It would seem someone came prepared for today to go a certain way, Agent Romanoff.”

Natasha doesn’t respond with words… but she does slowly sway her ass back and forth, her glistening sex now exposed as Pepper slowly runs her digits across it, collecting some of Natasha’s arousal before bringing her fingers to her mouth so she could suck them clean. Giving Tony a wide grin, his delightful girlfriend grabs Natasha by her leather-class ass cheeks and grips them solidly.

“She’s ready for you, Tony.”

Stepping forward, a lustful growl emanating from his throat, Tony doesn’t hesitate. He slams home into Natasha from behind, sliding her over the desk’s glass top a fair bit as she moans wantonly in response. Her inner walls clench and squeeze around his cock, and Tony has no issue setting a harsh, fast pace as he fucks his SHIELD Liaison silly.

Nothing new, really. He and Pep have been fucking Natasha for months now after all. But that was all ‘Natalie Rushman’. Now… now they’re giving it to the actual Natasha Romanoff, Agent of SHIELD and world-renowned assassin, the Black Widow.

Grabbing Pepper and pulling her into his side again, Tony can’t help but kiss the beautiful red head soundly on her lips. Moaning, she kisses him back, her hands running along his chest. Feeling a certain sort of way about the moment, Tony finds himself gasping out words he hadn’t actually planned to say the instant they have to come up for air.

“Marry me, Pep.”

He’d always intended to make Pepper his wife, of course. Just… not this early. He didn’t know if she was ready yet, even after all they’d been through. And yet… the words just slip out.

Tony didn’t want to spend another moment without Pepper as his wife. Maybe it was enough to say she was already the most important woman in his life. Maybe it was enough to know that he’d given her the literal keys to his kingdom by making her SI’s CEO, or that she knew that she would always come first given how many women they’d shared together.

… But Tony just couldn’t bring himself to care about all those justifications. He wanted Pepper to be his legal wife. To wear a ring on her finger that marked her as his, while he in turn wore a ring that marked him as hers.

Pepper freezes as he pops the question at first. She snorts in amusement, glancing down at Natasha who has also gone as still as she can while still being drilled from behind.

“Really, Tony? Asking me that while you’re ball’s deep in another red head? Bold, Mr. Stark. VERY bold.”

Tony flushes, even if he can tell she’s just teasing him. He doesn’t try to take it back, knowing full well that she’s definitely considering it. After seeing that she’s not going to get a flustered reaction out of him, Pepper just pouts before giving him a beaming, bright smile.

“Of course, Tony. Of course I’ll marry you.”

He’d known she would say yes, of course. There wasn’t a world where he thought she’d say no. But even still, hearing it so easily from this Pepper after all of the years of heartache and difficulty with his original Pepper… it just went to show how much he got in his own way back in the original timeline. He just couldn’t help but be a self-sabotaging idiot.

He could have had Pepper as his wife almost ten years early, could have had her at his side as a superhuman, unstoppable machine of a businesswoman… but his own insecurities, doubts, and self-loathing had gotten in the way.

No more. Tony hugs Pepper close and kisses her deeply as he continues to fuck the bent over SHIELD Agent over his desk. And as he and Pepper proceed to enjoy Natasha Romanoff and all of her delights together, Tony swears that he’s not going to hold himself back anymore. He’d given the world a chance to play nice and utilize him for the betterment of mankind. He’d given them a million chances, to be quite honest. And they’d failed him each and every time.

No more. Never again. Tony was in charge now. Even if some people didn’t quite know it yet.

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A/N: This is basically the end of Arc 2. Next time we start Arc 3, aka known as 'Fury's Big Week'. For those who don't know, the major events of Iron Man 2, Thor 1, and the Incredible Hulk all canonically take place in the same week long period, making for a rather hectic seven days for Fury and the rest of SHIELD.

Fortunately for them, they won't have to deal with all of that shit this time around thanks to Tony. Isn't he a swell guy?