Marvel: President Stark

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Tony not only flew to the safe house where Fury was staying but also flew twenty of his stealth Iron Guardians to guard the man around the clock. Any danger was to be killed instantly, no chance was to be given.

When he arrived, the safety protocol was boosted to its highest level.

"Well, would you look at Sleeping Beauty?" Tony muttered, peering through the glass of the operation room. "Funny thing, he once told me he had his eye on me. Guess he should've aimed that eye on something better."

"This isn't funny, Mr. President. Shield is on the verge of deploying three new helicarriers. If they take to the skies with Shield compromised, widescale havoc will be the least of our worries." Steve sternly warned, though he maintained a level of respect one should pay the President. "Please, investigate Shield thoroughly."

Tony scratched his beard with no care. He still wasn't done deploying his nanobots across the US government. Sure, it was spying, but it was going to be limited to his term before going dormant. He desperately wanted to weed out all the stooges of hidden powers.

"No time, buddy. What do you want me to be? A superhero? The President? Who do you want me to serve? The people? Or just the land? I'm focused on bringing about some revolutionary changes to America. If they fail, so does my four-year stint." Tony didn't sugarcoat it. "You two can kick off the investigation under my banner. I'll throw in twenty stealth Iron Guardians. Natasha, you're CIA, but do me a solid—help him out. Cap's still getting a software update on tech, and it's taking a while."

"Got it, boss." Natasha saluted from the side.

Tony sighed and looked back at Fury. For a quick moment, he let them see his serious face.

"This time, let's not spare any chance of a head regrowing."

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Just like that, one year of Tony's 'rule' came to an end. It was yet again the 20th of January, and this time the crowd was even greater than his oath-taking ceremony. Not only that, it was just Tony, his Iron Guardians, and the 'ceremonial' Secret Service men around the main stage.

In his press briefing, he termed the day as the 'Presidential Yearly Report', a day that he hoped later Presidents would follow.

The day was sunny, although cold. The time was 11 in the morning. The slow patriotic music started to dim down, followed by a few mic check taps. Nobody knew what to expect from this gathering. They just wanted to see Tony Stark.

A man who somehow still maintained a 95% approval rating. A figure that was the first in American history. A number that told how much trust the people had put in one brainy, but indulgent man.

The man who gets things done.

The proof was in the credits roll on the massive screens that listed the things the President got done in one year.

Tap! Tap!

"Mic check, one, two, three—"

Boom!

Just as Tony appeared on the screen and counted to three, fireworks blasted into the sky made of powdered colors, painting an American flag for all to see. Iron Guardians did flybys instead of fighter jets.

"Good morning, America. Hope the day's rolling out the red carpet for you. I hear some schools are tuning in live for this—so brace yourselves for a little snooze-fest. Gotta keep it family-friendly, you know, for the kids."

Folks laughed, be it those on the field, those at home, those gazing at their phones, or even the kids in their classrooms. Tony Stark was many things, but boring was not one of them.

"So, a few days ago I had a dream—No, I'm not trying to mimic the great Martin Luther King, don't cancel me for this… So, I had this dream where I actually kept all my promises, retired like a champ, and kicked back in a cozy vacation home—Texas, Montana, maybe a resort in Florida. Details were fuzzy. But then it hit me: you guys have no clue what's been checked off the list and what's still hanging. So, here we are—a little show-and-tell from your number one public servant. You're welcome. Shall we start?"

The massive crowd of nearly two and a half million people chanted his name and their reply. It felt like a wild fever.

Tony chuckled and grabbed a small list in his metallic hands. Yes, he was still in his Iron Man armor, since Iron Man was also the President.

"A few days ago, a farmer emailed the White House and revealed that his tractor had an issue. It was a minor issue, and just needed a small change of parts. So, he called the company care center and asked for the part since it was pretty easy to change. But the company told him that —if he repairs it himself the warranty will be void. They don't ship parts and he must take the tractor to the nearest repair center. Now, the nearest repair center for that man was two nights away. The on-site repair man quoted a 7-day wait and a fat bill of ten thousand and nine hundred dollars—Wanna know what broke? A fuse. A tiny fuse. My one-year-old could fix that if I, uh, had one."

Tony took a pause.

"No more."

Just like that, the people turned restless for no reason. Tony frowned since he had to wait for many minutes for them to calm down each time.

"Universal right to repair…"

Tony explained his small plan and continued with the next topic. A new program called HASA, Healthy America, Strong America was going to be initiated. The sole purpose was to make healthcare affordable and reachable to all. With nanotech an option, the world of medical science was about to change. With Banner's help, and a few other sharp minds, Tony had planned to roll out medical versions of Iron Guardians that would train by watching real humans perform surgery and grow themselves to perform the same.

On top of that, Tony promised to break the big pharma monopoly by lifting all kinds of import restrictions from international drug makers as long as they were of good quality. Sure, it'd cause a loss of billions, but he cared for the people more than that. As for the argument that 'research is expensive', he had faith in Stark Industries.

After that, Tony announced a plan called 'American Made'. A challenging goal to bring back manufacturing to America. By planning 50% machines and 50% human work ratio, he wanted to ensure good wages, lower prices of produce, and high productivity with quality. The idea wasn't to shrink the worker class but to increase production to such a level that there'd be a shortage of workers.

"Last but not least, I want to make education accessible to all. But when the choice is to go neck deep in debt or just not go to college, many Americans choose the second option. Folks call me a once-in-a-millenia genius, which I agree with, but that's not the point. I think there are countless other geniuses out there but hidden, forgotten because they can't afford it.

"So, the new program called EMMA, Education Mentor for Modern Academics will fill that gap. At the cost of a thousand dollars per year, you can get a college degree of your choice. Using my artificial intelligence technology, I am bringing a personalized educator to your computer screens and phones.

"Got a question? Ask it verbally. Wanna get scolded for being lazy and not focusing? She can do it. She'll even snitch to your parents. Every interaction will be one-on-one through this online teaching. Even a layman can do engineering without feeling ashamed of not knowing the basics. Semester-end exams will be held offline at your nearby government-run schools, libraries, and other places. Practical exams will also be held offline. Also, practical classes will be held offline once a month.

"On top of that, graduates become a part of the Innovator Initiative, a government scheme that grants funds to feasible entrepreneurship plans, and even spreads their word to investors. If they want normal jobs, they get connected with employers—Education for all!—Leave nobody behind!"

Tony paused right there and sipped some prepared water. It was hard to control the noise now since the excitement ran high. All the things he said and proposed were things that the majority of Americans, the average Joe, faced every single day. Healthcare cost, education cost—Tony's plans were for the people.

Just as all government's plans should be.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

"That's that… I think that was it. Alright, I'll head back and get back to work. You folks do the same." Tony tapped on the mic again, ready to leave. But just as he was about to jet off, he slammed his face into the mic again. "Oh, and just so you know, I'm removing the presidential pardon for any family member of a president, candidate, ex-president, senator, or governor. Consider that a... little public service announcement."

Wooosh!

Tony Stark left just as fast as he appeared. Most didn't even get to take in what he just declared.

But those that did, felt even more respect towards him. Most of America already knew that Tony Stark was a playboy with plenty of flaws.

Yet, somehow, the man turned out to be the best guy for the highest office.

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Thud!

Tony jumped out of his suit, pulled away the necktie, and plopped down in his comfy chair at the office. Speaking to a massive crowd of that size was too much even for him. But it was finally done and dusted.

"I gotta relax… let's call in my favorite, plump secretary." Tony grabbed the phone and started dialing for Darcy.

Knock! Knock!

"Ah, speak of the demoness." Tony straightened up in his chair expectantly. "Come on in."

The thick door to his office got pushed open. Footsteps resounded.

Yet, Tony's brows stirred higher with each second that passed. The blood rushing southwards stopped abruptly.

Is this what they call a cockblock? It sure felt like one.

It was a man who looked old, perhaps in his fifties. He had the American flag pin on his suit collar and looked like an office worker.

"Who're you?" Tony asked, one hand under his table to trigger his suit and the room's defense.

"Someone you're going to hate, Mr. President." the man replied and shoved his hand into his suit's pocket. "I work in the White House as a senior clerk, but since you prefer the opposite gender, it's normal for you to not know me."

"Listen, buddy. I just returned from a speech that felt like a rock concert. Whatever you got, say it and be on your way." Tony sharply ordered, a hint of threat in his tone. Jarvis had already rang bells in his ears. The old man in front of him wasn't normal.

Finally, the old man took out a bundle of photographs from his pocket and threw it on the table. A sneer was constantly plastered on his face.

"Look at them, Tony Stark—Look at your downfall—naked, sinful, debaucherous, filthy—"

"HOLY SHIT!" Tony jumped to his feet, eyes wide in excitement. He snatched one of the photos. "This is from… fuck, where did you get these? These are from the… Great MIT orgy of 95! Look at them blondes—greatest night of my life."

"..."

The old man frowned, a vengeful glare in his gaze. "We also have the video. And if you don't stop investigating Shield, we wi—"

"Give me a copy!"

"You don't seem to be aware of your situa—"

"Jarvis, can you leak it anonymously? I gotta show them new nerds how it's really done. Ah, miss those days."

"Mr. President, you should not take us light—"

"Wait a second! Is this… Isn't this my mechanics professor? Man, she had big bonkers—I miss Ms. Pam."

"..."

"This one's Martha, I think… as great of a bumper as Pam's rack."

"..."

"M-Mr. President…"

Too bad, Mr. President was lost, balls deep in the debaucherous memory lane.

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