Stark Contrast 2
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, lies, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: your online friend isn’t who he claims to be.
Characters: Tony Stark
Sister series to Captain’s Orders
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You close yourself in a stall and nearly scream. What the heck? This can't be real. Tony Stark. Eddie. One and the same. It's impossible.
Think about it. Last night, you texted, then right there, you saw him on screen, check his phone. Coincidence. But then, how did he know your username? He's really good with tech, right? You could easily dox yourself. But then, what about Eddie? Why would he pretend to be some engineer. He is an engineer...
It's adding up. But it can't. You can't have been talking to Tony Stark for the last year. That's impossible. Not you!
Alright. You are not going to be his joke. You're going to go out there and tell him you know exactly what he's doing. He's making fun of you and it's not funny at all. Should he, some rich dude, probably the richest dude, have better hobbies?
You push the stall door and grunt. It's pull. Right. You open it and slip through.
You hurry to the door and slip in an errant puddle of water. Yeah, it's not your turn to deal with that. Don't stop, don't lose your nerve.
Who are you to tell off Tony Stark? A billionaire? An avenger? Oof, the more you think about it, the closer you get, the worse an idea this all seems. The more scrambled the words in your head grow.
You look down the aisles, retracing your steps to where you left him. He's not there. Yet, you hear him. His familiar, quite notable voice, carries in the dead store. Ugh, how did you not realise sooner? Now, you hear it.
You storm down the soap dish aisle and see him standing casually as he talks to Julie. She doesn't look impressed. You come closer, slowing as his words grow clearer.
"Yeah, she's quitting." He declares.
You stop short and do a double take. He's not talking about you.
"What?" Julie hisses.
"Yeah, the job sucks. Shit pay," he puts one finger up, his other hand in his pants pocket, "uniform does nothing for that ass, and you're kind of a bitch, Julia."
"Julie," she snarls and her eyes dart over to you.
You gulp and sputter. Tony glances at you over his shoulder and smirks.
"What's going on?" You squeak.
"Well, sweetheart, I was just sharing the good news that you're moving on to greener pastures." He taunts and turns back to your manager. He tilts his head defiantly. "Not like you'll be hurting. Place is a ghost town."
You blink as your mouth hangs open. Oh gosh, just when you thought things couldn't get worse.
"No, I-- I'm not. I don't know him. I don't know what he's talking about--" you argue.
Julie curls her lip.
"Ech, you," she points at you, "get out of my store. Now."
You flinch and look between her and Tony. He steps closer and brings his hand to your lower back. He pushes Julie's hand down.
"Listen, Julianna, don't point at my girl like that," he warns.
"Excuse me? This is still my store," she blusters. "I don't care who you are."
"Uh huh," he clucks and drags his hand along your lower back as he stands straight. He reaches under his jacket and takes out his phone. "Hey, hun," he says as he dials out and puts the phone to his ear, "do me a favour, what's the store number?"
She scoffs, "go to hell."
"Fine, whatever," he snickers then leans into the phone, "Hey, Happy, do me a favour, look up the big box store..." he rambles on your city and the location. "Yeah, uh huh. Buy it. No, no, don't ask. Just do it. Thanks."
He hangs up. You frown and push your shoulders up. This can't be real.
"We'll wait for the paperwork and all that messy stuff to go through, Jenny," Tony slides his phone away. "But when it does, you're fired. Hell, I might come back just to see you hand in your keys."
He snorts and swoops his arm around you. You wince as he ushers you forward. You're too dumbfounded to react. What is he doing? What did he do?
You get outside before you snap back to earth. You plant your feet and try to pull away. He faces you but keep a hold of your arm.
"So, how about some shwarma--"
"What did you do? I need this job! I'm-- I'll lose my apartment! Oh, gosh."
"Relax, that's not going to happen--"
"I don't-- I-- but--"
"It's not going to happen, babe," he brings his hand up to frame your face and steps closer, "because you're not gonna be living in that apartment. Say goodbye to this shit heap. You're moving on. Big leagues. New York. I got a nice big condo. A whole tower--"
"Oh my god," you wriggle free of his grasp and spin away. "Oh, I'm gonna barf. This isn't real. It's not-- Tony-- Eddie. You," you face him again. "Look, this little game, it's not fun for me. You just ruined my life."
"I bought the damn place. You want a job, I'll put you top of the pay roll--"
"No, it's-- er--- jeez."
“Good, because you’re not going to have time,” he goes to grab you and you dodge away from him.
“Why? Why are you doing this? What are you doing?” You stay just out of reach.
He smirks, “sweetheart, do you know how many women dream of this? Of me? A handsome billionaire sweeping you away from your boring life.”
“Other women. Go find them.”
He laughs. “You’re funny. It’s what I like about you.”
“Please. Save us both the trouble and just go so I can beg my manager for my livelihood back--”
You go to step past him and he catches your upper arm. He moves you back and tuts. He’s not smiling anymore.
“You don’t get it. I’m Tony Stark. I don’t ask for what I want.” He squeezes until you whimper. “So let’s get going. Jet’s waiting.”
“Jet-- but--”
“What? Anything you leave behind, I’ll buy a new one, a better one. Now, come on.” He nudges you around and quickly hooks his arm around you. You stagger but he has you scampering. “I’m an important man and you’re about to be a real important woman.”
“You--you can’t--”
“I can. I am.” He says coolly as he walks you away from the store. “I flew all the way out here, I told your manager to kick rocks, and now I’m going home with what I came for.” He curls his fingers around your side as a shiny car chirps ahead of you. “Oh, and we both know how you are, sweetheart. You’re not going to stop me.”
“But-- I--”
“Private jet’s waiting. I went to all this trouble--”
“My stuff! My apartment!” You twist out of his grasp. “Wait, wait, wait. This isn’t-- this is a joke.”
“I’m a funny guy but I have a better sense of humour than that,” he says as he extends his arms. “I’m all yours, baby.”
You gape at him, “I don’t-- I don’t want... that.”
“Don’t want me? Don’t want an upgrade?” He scoffs and comes closer, grabbing your hand. “Let me tell ya something. You wouldn’t be so bitter if you weren’t so insecure.”
“I’m not--”
“Look, baby, it’s not a bad thing. I’m trying to build you up here. Alright? You hung up on me because you feel powerless, well, I’m gonna give you that power. Money, clothes, diamonds--”
“Ed-- Tony—I--” you stammer. He’s right. You are helpless.
“I mean, think about it. Who’s going to stop me?” He grins. “Not you.”
Your eyes round and you grimace. He laughs again. It irks you.
“You got no job, soon enough, you’ll be out of that shitty apartment too.”
“That’s not--” You blink. “Why?”
“Why? Do I really have to answer that?”
You stare at him.
He raises your hand and puts it on his shoulder as he yanks you closer, hooking his other arm around you. You lean away from him as you brace his shoulder. He nuzzles your cheek.
“I came to take what’s mine,” he growls. “I put too much time into you, sweetheart. Tony Stark doesn’t walk away empty handed.”
“I’m not... I’m not a thing,” you whisper and look him in the face.
“No, you’re much more than that,” he assures you as he brings his hand to your chin. “So, let’s get a hop on it.” He drops his hand down your back and taps your ass. “I’m gonna take you back to New York, get you all dolled up, wine ya, dine ya, you know the rest.”
Your lashes flutter. You’re dizzy. This can’t be real. You keep telling yourself that but here you are. No escape.
“Alright,” he turns and keeps his arm across your back and checks his watch. “That pilot hates me so better not piss him off. I’ve been in enough crashes.”
Enough? It’s probably the least concerning thing he’s said. No, it’s just another brick in the wall he built right at your back.
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You’re so rigid your bones hurt. You grip the arms of the leather chair and stare, wide-eyed, choked into silence. The situation is suffocating enough but it’s that other fear that has you paralysed.
The thrum of the jet engine has you shaking. You’re still on the ground but not for long. You’re not ready to take off, let alone to go with this man.
“Have some scotch,” Tony nudges your shoulder from beside you. “It’ll help.”
You don’t react. You need to get up and leave. He can’t just spirit you away like this. It doesn’t matter if he is Iron Man. Well, you should go but you can’t move.
“Sweetheart,” he touches your hand. “This your first time?”
You whimper.
He snickers and spreads his hand over yours. He peels your grip from the armrest and lifts it. Your trembling intensifies as your chest tightens. You can only think of gravity and its deadly consequences.
“Here,” he wraps your fingers around the cup of scotch, “drink.”
You can’t resist him as he guides the brim to your lips. He tilts your hand in his and you swallow before you can gag on the strong liquor. You drain half the glass before he pulls your hand back. You stick out your tongue in disgust.
“Uck!” You grimace.
“You’ll get used to the expensive stuff,” he chortles and sits back, emptying the rest. “Is this your only first or should I be gentle tonight--”
“Stop, please,” your voice quavers.
“You do know who I am, right? This thing falls apart, I got my suit. I’ll get us where we need to go,” he puts the glass down and sits back. “Besides, it’s safety checked and it’s Stark manufactured. That means it’s not going to go down. I will though, just in case you’re wondering.”
You look at him and he winks. You look forward and shudder. He grabs your hand and you try to rip it away. He’s too strong. He kisses your knuckles.
The intercom beeps. The pilot comes on, the one he said hates him, and announces that they’re ready to take off. You close your eyes and push yourself into the seat.
The plane begins to move. Your breath clogs in your chest. You force it out only as your head begins to pulse.
Tony pets your hand, “ah, baby, don’t worry. Ton’s here.”
It’s not helping. It’s just a reminder that this isn’t what you want. That no matter what you say or do, or how you feel, that you have no choice in this. He knows that. He doesn’t mean it. He’s not trying to comfort you. He knows exactly the point he’s making.
He’s going to do whatever the hell he wants, and you’ll do the exact same. Just like this flight, you’re along for the ride.
