Marvel: Iron God

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Tony walked back in a sullen silence across the room to the his suit.

He dragged Happy's body towards the corridor, leaving a trail of blood from the room, making it seem like he was trying to escape from someone.

He didn't touch Pepper but grabbed Stane, his miscreants and flew out of his company H.Q.

Tony landed on his mansion and dropped Stane's body with the others littered around in the lawn.

Once in, he moved towards the lab, got out of the suit and depowered it.

"How was the hunt sir?" Jarvis asked as he stepped out from the armour.

"Fabulous J, contact one Wilson Fisk." Tony said, as he threw himself on a couch and picked up a glass of whiskey.

The call went through for a second before the other side picked it up.

"Mr.Stark." A rough voice came from the other end. "This is quite a surprise."

"Cut the intros Fisk." Tony plainly replied. "I need a favor."

There was a silence from the other end for a moment before Fisk answered.

"What can I do for you Mr.Stark?"

"I'm in a need of a cleaner crew." Tony replied as he sipped the whiskey. "The kínd that could make red patches and filthy messes vanish."

"Oh… Oh that's quite unfortunate, may I know what's the occasion?"

"May I know your wife's name?" Tony questioned back with a smile.

"Fair enough Mr.Stark, I know a guy in LA, he will take care of the mess for you." Fisk paused. "As this is our first business venture, I shall place it on a tab."

"Nah, I'm not one to keep up loans, Jarvis." Tony muttered without any emotions behind his words.

The Fisk industries market values popped over in a hologram and the share rates began increasing slowly.

"Congrats Mr.Fisk, you just made a few hundred million." Tony mentioned nonchalantly.

"It was a good deal Mr.Stark, have a good night." And with that Fisk hang up the call and Tony fell back on his couch.

By the time he woke up the next morning, all the corpse in front of his mansion was long gone and the traces of them, vanished.

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If someone put forward the question, what's the best day starter after a night of gruesome murders, people may suggest various things depending on their taste but for Tony, it's coffee+booze+an unordinary amout of sugar, that could give a diabetes patient heart attack, all those mixed together has a name, Irish Coffee.

Some may find his choice weird, while others might be interested but if it works, it works.

Tony was in his mansion having a peaceful morning with a mug of Irish Coffee he blended, the memories of the night before were lingering in the back of the mind like a bad dream.

But it had to be done, the slate needed to be wiped clean to make this a fresh start.

"Sir, three police vehicles have set a route for the compound." J informed Tony, who raised his hand in affirmation.

Tony kept the cup on a table, walked towards his closet and changed into his most dashing business suit, he picked the keys to his Audi and stepped out of the mansion. Just as he was about to enter the car, the police came in.

He stopped on his tracks and put a frown for the approaching officers to see he was visibly confused at their presence.

Their vehicles stopped before him and from the first car a young woman stepped out, Tony changed his frown into a cheeky smile while checking her out, she had tanned skin with flowing black hair tied into a ponytail, a cap with the words LAPD on her head, she was wearing a brown jacket over her uniform that hugged her assets perfectly.

"Mr.Stark." The lady said his name with a hinge of relief.

"Princess Jasmine and the cavalry." Tony commented. "What can Lord Stark do for you?" 

"Did he just make a Disney reference and connect it to a Game of Thrones one?" A man following behind the female officer asked.

"I think he did." Another guy agreed with a nod.

"I'm Detective Toro, we would like you to come with us." The woman requested, Tony mused his lips together with a hand holding his chin.

"Ah why?"

"Your-Your assistant Verginia Potts and Mr.Harold Hogan have been killed in Stark Industries H.Q.'' Toro reported.

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Tony stood at his work room with the body of Pepper before him, his face twisted up with parts of shock, surprise and disgust in it.

"Mr.Stark, you need to step out of the crime zone sir." Detective Toro said and slowly pulled him away from the room.

She brought him to the cafeteria on the floor, Tony stood silently as he watched the sea of reporters flooding in front of the building.

He turned around and looked at the workstations on the other side and they were busy as always, nobody seemed to bother about the fact Pepper and Happy had died, well maybe that's not totally true as there were always groups of people staring at the general direction of him.

"Mr.Stark." Tony looked at the detective and she gave him a cup of hot coffee.

"Thanks." He muttered and took it, he stared at the liquid as a sigh left his mouth. "How did they-."

Before Tony could finish his words Toro stopped him. "Mr.Stark, I don't think it would be right to share the case details."

"Please Detective, Happy was my friend." He looked into her eyes, thinned his lips and said softly.

"Fine." Toro grumbled under his gaze.

"Mr.Harold was stabbed multiple times on both his knees by a wooden plaque, we theorize that he was trying to escape from the killer and dragged himself to the corridor leaving a trail of blood, the killer shot him in the head, finishing him."

Tony took a long breath at her words trying to act like he was taking it all, they were going with how exactly the way he wanted them to go.

"Ms.Potts had been shot in neck."

"Why?" Tony muttered with a hint of anger but immediately calmed himself. "Any leads? The security cameras?"

"Sorry Mr.Stark but the cameras had gone dark during the time of the incident, we suspect some internal triflery." The detective said casting a quick glance at Tony. "That's all I can say."

"Thank you." He said and a moment later he gave a watery chuckle earning a look from the woman, his eyes welling with tears.

"Is something funny?" She asked, her face scowled and her eyes narrowed at him.

"Everytime I have a conversation with a woman for this long, I would have bought her a drink but you played the reverse card here." Tony shook the empty cup of coffee. "All I'm asking from you is find that bastard, Ms-." 

"Angela." She smiled.

"Angela, that's a nice name. I hope you find that bastard sooner." Tony gave her a smile and walked into the building.

"We will Mr.Stark." She yelled.

The cops surrounding and closing the area watched him walk away in silence.

"Fuck, he is hot." She muttered and moved back to the crime scene.

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"Ah that's messed up." Tony grinned watching the screen

"Two days ago, at Stark Industries H.Q, LA, the homicide of Virgina Potts and Harold Hogan took place and the investigation of that case is officially over. We have concluded the killer to be Obadiah Stane, a business partner of Antony Stark." Detective Angela paused as she was giving a statement about the case.

"The case seems to be, Obidiah has sold Mr.Stark's travel routes and schedules while he was at Afghan to a terrorist organisation and Ms.Potts have somehow obtained the call recordings, messages and conspired with Mr.Hogan to blackmail Stane for money."

The cameras seems to be flashing at every one of her words and the press seemed to be trying their best to get in a question.

"Stane accepted their deal, only to cross them, we verified it with the staffs of Stark Industries and at the night of the crime, they have received a notification announcing to take off for the shift by Obidiah, the DNA samples we took from the crime scene perfectly match with his, the killer currently is missing, we have alerted all stations across states on the lookout, if you have any questions you may ask-."

Tony switched the channel to another news of Daily Bugle.

"You heard it hear first folks, Dr.Reed Richards of Baxter Foundations have said that interspace travel is not a myth anymore, theoretically ofcourse, this government aided project has been-."

"Tony."

The billionaire took his eyes off the screen and turned to the woman climbing down the stairs.

Angela had just come out of the shower with only a robe covering her body, her wet black hair reaching till her lower back, drops of water trickled down her tan skin making her an absolute delight to his eyes.

"Hey." Tony moved towards her, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her into a kiss, which she was more than happy to reciprocate.

"Hmm Tony, I need to go." She said while moaning under his lips.

It has been two days since he killed Pepper and Happy, Tony didn't had to do much to get himself out of the category of suspects, he already planted various leads.

Jarvis just had to play the entire night he was working on one of his car and he pulled each string from behind while Angela easily went with his plan.

At the end of the day once she decided Obadiah was the killer.

He acted his part of the sad billionaire in need of console, chick seemed to dig that.

Angela being the good girl, volunteered.

He scored with a absolutely stunning chick, who was wild in the bed, which was an unexpected bonus and got off with murder.

"Really?" Tony raised his brows in surprise. "Can we do a quickie?"

"I don't think it would be a quickie with you mister." She grinned and pulled him into another kiss. "But yeah, I need to go."

"Why?" Tony asked, pinning her against a wall and sucking on her neck.

"Uhmm, I.. ah got a promo to NY, it's already on the table and I'm on tight slots, leaving in three days." She informed Tony, he pulled back and narrowed his eyes.

"NY? Seriously the Big apple?"

"Yep." She nodded, caressing his hair.

"That's good." He smiled. "Captain or is it commissioner?"

"Captain." She smiled back.

"Captain Toro, you can ride this wave any time you want." Tony commented with a wink.

"I would love to but I gotta go." Angela scoffed and scooted over to her clothes, she began to dress up while Tony went towards the kitchen.

"land ho!" Tony yelled with a sailor salute and brought a bowl of cereal to her.

"Thanks Tony but no, I really need to leave now." She apologized with a sad smile.

"What are you talking about? It's for me." Tony took a spoon full and ate it.

"You are such a jerk." Angela shook her head. 

"Bye Angie." Tony waved as he saw her move towards the door but Angela stopped and walked back to him, she wrapped her around his neck, gave him a smile before giving a quick peck in the lips.

"Bye Tony, thanks for everything." 

Tony waited till she stepped out and watched as the door closed before slumping down at the couch.

"She was good." He muttered to particularly no one, Tony laid there for a minute and hopped back to his feat.

"Jarvis." 

"Yes sir." The A.I butler answered his master's call.

"Pull up, Project: Lackeys."