Wayward Endeavors

[ANTHONY STARK]

After 'Decisions, Decisions'

Stark Mansion, Outside New York, 1991...

A younger Tony Stark, in his very early twenties, clean shaven but with longish hair, laid on a couch and watched his favorite 90s TV Show while Howard and Maria Stark get ready to go out. There was a massive Christmas tree on the corner of the massive living room of the equally massive mansion. It has been a weird winter, with very little snow to which Tony – always curious, even back then – concluded that it had something to do with the 'El Nino' weather phenomena. He was planning to run some simulations once his parents left, maybe test a new computer system he was building in the garage of the luxurious mansion. It had a lot of promise... a fully integrated system that could run the whole house and that he was planning to name it either Friday – in honor of Robinson Crusoe's sidekick in the book, which was one of Tony's favorite – Veronica – in honor of the first woman who broke his heart – or Jarvis, after their longtime butler. He needed to figure out a cool acronym for it, though. Friday or Veronica would be hard to find one, Jarvis... actually... it was not that hard. Just A Really Very Intelligent System. Hmm. It almost rolled out of the tongue, didn't it?

He wore what would become in the future his trademark attire: a heavy metal band shirt, ripped jeans and very cheap tennis shoes. He pretended not to listen to what Howard, his father, was saying but in reality he did listen to it. He always listened to Howard, even when most of the time he didn't want to or cared about what his dad had to say. What was the point? Howard was more like a taskmaster than a father to Tony, who grew up being raised basically by their butler Edwin Jarvis and his mom. The all high and mighty Howard Stark never had time to spend with his son, so busy with his inventions, his company, and his worship of Captain America to even notice Tony. His mom, on the other hand, was a different story. Tony idolized Maria Stark. She has always been there for him through the good times and the bad times as he grew up. Every birthday, every achievement he had, she was always there, encouraging him. Her and Edwin Jarvis, who basically took the mantle of father figure for Tony. In fact, it was Maria who spoke to him first:

“Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Tony? It would do you some good.”

“Nah, mum. I just got here and I plan to veggie out the whole holiday.” Tony answered.

“If all you were going to do is stay here and waste your life, you might as well have stayed in M.I.T.” His father said, with that always stern voice of his.

“Waste my life? Sure dad, because that is all I do in M.I.T. Let's forget that I'm the youngest student that ever attempted that University or the fact that in four years I already have two Bachelors degrees, a Masters and going for a PhD.”

“Academic achievements mean nothing if you don't plan to do anything with them. And arrogance without merit is foolishness.”

“Howard...”

“No, mum. It's fine. Not all of us can be the Founder of our own little secret police or wield a Vibranium shield or care more about a dead man than about our families... right dad? That's your idea of 'merit'.”

“That 'dead man' did more in a few years that you'd probably accomplish in a whole lifetime, so show respect.”

“Oh, you mean by juicing up and being given an unfair advantage? Yeah, good role model. 'Look kids, use steroids and you will accomplish great things.' ”

“Always the smartass...”

“Stop it, both of you. Come and give me a kiss before I go, Tony.”

Tony stood up and hugged his mother, kissing her on the cheek. It was then that Maria whispered into his ear. “You know this is going to be the last time you will see us alive. Say something...”

“I'll say it to you... I cannot say it to him... I love you, mum.”

“I love you too... and he does as well, Tony. In his own way...”

The dream changed, showing Howard and Maria, covered in blood at the side of a road. A silhouette standing beside them. JAMES 'BUCKY' BARNES, the Winter Soldier, with a sniper rifle in his hand. But when he turns around and removes his glasses and half-mask, Tony did not see Barnes' face but rather his own face, staring at him...

Stark Tower... 

He woke up, startled and panting. It was always the same nightmare, over and over and over. Shaking his head, to clear it, he gazed at the holographic clock at one of the walls of his bedroom. 6:14 PM. They have been in bed the whole day since their talk that morning! Well, it stood to reason because... yeah. Hill was true to her word and had not been gentle with him at all. He had to smile about that and leaned over to her, sleeping beside him, with her naked back uncovered. He kissed the back of her neck and then her back before whispering to her. “Agent Hill... wakey wakey. It's six in the afternoon. We need to get up and get ready if we are going to the Hellfire Club.” He said and then got of the bed and walked to the bathroom. Stark Tower was fully automated, so the lights flickered on as he entered and looked himself in the mirror. Even though he managed to get a few hours of sleep, he still looked like shit and was starting to have a headache from all the booze he had consumed in the morning and the rest of the day. But that was easily solved: two of his experimental 'no-hangover' pills would do it.

After taking the pills, he entered the shower, which automatically poured water at the right temperature over him. He stood there, the water falling on him and thinking to himself that he really needed this night out... he needed to get his mind off Ultron, the Avengers, the WSC and everything that has been going on. That said, this was not all fun and drinking. He wanted to take a closer look at how the Hellfire Club operated. It might be neutral ground, but that did not mean he could not do a bit of recognizance, right?

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

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ill let you have it

Maria had fallen asleep without realizing it. Usually she was aware of when she needed the rest and would take it accordingly. It was a routine she had mastered and yet another part of her life that often fit into a neat little package. Everything had a rightful time and place within her life and she made sure she kept it all on track. However, since her time at Stark Tower, and her time with Tony Stark, well a lot of things had changed. For one, her sleep schedule was all over the place. It didn’t help that she was enjoying their acquaintances with benefits deal they had going. And by enjoying it she meant as often as they both were able to. This meant, randomly waking up in the middle of the night because of one of Stark’s dreams and falling asleep after a good tumble in the sheets.

After many nights, Maria had gotten used to getting up when Tony jolted away from a dream or nightmare. It had been odd for her the first couple of times, but after a while she adjusted and went with the restless nights. Their late nights and early mornings meant that most of the day went by as they caught up on sleep. She had promised Tony she was not going to be gentle with him and the woman had delivered. The result had been Maria falling asleep naked without a care in the world. Most of their rounds under the sheets ended up with them passing out after a great workout.

She had woken up out of deep sleep when Tony had jerked awake form his nightmare. However, her eyes were still closed as she slowly came out of sleep all together. The kiss on her neck brought a small smile to her face as she shifted on the bed, turning around before her eyes opened. By that time, Tony had gotten up and out of the bed. Stretching out on the now empty bed, Maria took a moment to let her body come out of slumber. At the sound of the shower running, she sat up taking a sniff of herself before getting up out of bed. Running a hand through her messy hair, she crossed the room naked, heading into the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower behind Stark, she closed the door, before wrapping her hands around his body from behind, pressing her naked form against his back. ”Mind sharing? We waste less water that way.” she offered placing a kiss on his back, another on his shoulder, moving towards his neck as the warm water hit her body. The water felt amazing after such a long nap it was starting to revive the woman from her lazy state. Despite her initial hesitation about the Hellfire Club, Maria was not curious about the place and decided a bit of investigating would be in order. Even if they did not get anything on the place, they would at least manage to have an enjoyable evening.

After the shower, Maria walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel before heading to the bedroom. “Jarvis did the dress I ordered arrive?” she asked having searched for an outfit after their first tumble. It was a quick break before their next one and she had managed to get herself a dress for the evening. The only concern had been whether or not it would arrive on time.

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 ”Mind sharing? We waste less water that way.”

He grinned when he felt her naked form behind him and listened to her words. Tony had to admit that some things worked out great when there was no actual plan for them, which in a sense was the sum of his life. Stark was not a planner, he most of the time shoot from the hip and was not too keen of overthinking things out, unless it was an engineering question or equation. That was why this whole dealing with the U.N. and the WSC was taking a toll of him, because in this case he couldn't just wing it or ad-lib it or make things up as he went along. He had to plan how everything would work out for everyone – Maria, Kitty and the others in the Avengers Initiative – and how it would influence their relationship with the other guys, those on the Secret Avengers and the X-men. They were after all friends, or at the very least they were comrades in arms and all three groups had the same goals, only their methods differed. It was sad for Tony that their enemies seemed to be more organized than they were and he was hoping to change that.

Hence, his friendship and trysts with Maria Hill was one of those things that without planning it, it happened. A pleasant surprise that he was sure neither of them thought it would ever occur and yet it did. As said, Stark was always attracted to Hill in the physical sense, but that was neither here or there. Of course he would have been, any man or woman with a pulse would be hard pressed not to find the former Deputy of SHIELD alluring and attractive. But as he got to actually know her personally, he was also attracted by her intelligence, her seriousness and even her personality. Contrary to what the general population and the press believed – especially that asshole J. Jonah Jameson –, Stark was not a shallow man that hit on anyone with a pulse and a sexy skirt. Sure, he have had his fair share of shallow trysts, as any man in his position would... he was not perfect, not by a long shot. But he truly was drawn in by independent, smart, and accomplished women. Brains were sexy to him. Someone that he could have an intelligent conversation that did not boiled down to fashion or gossips or spending money or silly things like that. That was the reason for the weird 'relationship' with Pepper or why he really wanted Katherine Pryde or... why he really enjoyed having Hill around.

Another thing that worked for them was the fact that they were both pragmatic about this. Both knew that this way worked out great but that if they took it to the next stage – the dreaded romantic entanglement – they would fall flat on their faces. Neither of them were made for long term romantic relationship. Him more so, probably. He was too much of an asshole and he knew it. Some of it was just him pretending to be this larger than life persona, the oh so high and mighty Tony Stark, but some of it was his own make up and insecurities as a person. Tony could not deal with lost and the possibility of losing someone he loved terrified him. Even the way Hill and Stark were now, just good friends that once in a while – or in their case a lot of times – had a good tumble in the bed, was hard for him because although he might not have a romantic inclination, he did care, was fond of and even had learned to love Maria as a friend and the thought of her getting hurt because of him terrified him. Anyway, all this worked beautifully. No possessiveness, no 'lovey dovey' stuff, just two friends blowing up some steam. Come on, can anyone see Maria Hill, one of the scariest and well trained women alive, be lovey dovey and all cutesy? No, right?

“Security! I have an intruder here! Oh wait, you used to be security. So I am filling a formal complain, there is a naked woman in my shower.” He joked as he turned around and returned her kisses with some of his own. He kissed her own neck as his hand moved to her waists. “Careful, COO of Stark Industries. This might save water but knowing us... we might not get out of the shower anytime soon.” He said as he lathed her and himself in soap and rinse themselves with the water flowing all over their bodies. What he said in a way was true. Stark would not mind yet another tumble, this time while taking a shower. But much to his chagrined, Hill had other plans as he followed her with his eyes while she got out of the shower, dried herself up and wrapped herself in the towel. “Awwww.” He said feigning frustration. “Tease!” He got out of the shower himself and wrapped his waist with the other towel, following after her out of the bathroom. He heard J.A.R.V.I.S. answering her:

“Indeed Ms. Hill. Security took the package to your room.”

Stark scoffed. “When did you find time to order a dress?” He asked, just to tease. He knew when she did it, he was in the room when she did. “I hope is not something expensive. Those things are hard to take off and you know I am lazy.” He added jokingly while he himself swiped his hand over a sensor and out of a hidden part of the wall a door opened into his closet, which housed hundreds of suits and other clothing items. In all honesty, Stark felt more comfortable just wearing a Heavy Metal Band shirt and jeans, but again, a man in his position sometimes had to dress the part, no matter how much he disliked it. Besides, no matter how much of a member of the Hellfire Club he was, they had a dress code. Which was weird considering the wild parties that went on inside the building, but they did not allow anyone with cheap clothes in. Snobs that they were. “This is more difficult than making an Arc Reactor or J.A.R.V.I.S. or a Mark Suit. I never know what the hell to wear!” He said out loud as he tried to figure out what the hell to wear.

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

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ill let you have it

”When have you ever complained about a naked woman in your shower?” she asked curiously a chuckle in her laugh while he turned around to face her. It was highly unlikely for Stark to complain about such a thing, which was why she knew he was joking. At least he understood her odd dry sense of humor. Not many did and most were offended if she said something and didn’t clarify that it was a joke. Grabbing some soap herself, she added to the cleaning process snorting at the next comment. ”I don’t think you’d be able to handle another round. Stick to cleaning.” she added giving him another kiss before focusing on getting herself and him clean.

Thankfully, neither of them had gone forward to distract themselves some more. The prospect of a night out amongst some interesting people was far too tempting for them both it would seem. Maria was wondering what kind of people she would encounter and how many of them were on the other side of the law. Oh yes this trip to Hellfire really was going to be fun, even if all she did was drink and take in those who were wandering around her. Toweling off, Maria glanced behind her at his comment about the dress.”When you were taking a break old man.” she continued to tease him.

”Thank you Jarvis.” she added while leaving the room heading back to hers. Opening the box, she pulled the blue dress out, letting it breath as she picked out the rest of her attire for the night. Slipping into a pair of matching undergarments, she added the make up before finding a pair of shoes that went with the dress. Putting it all together, she slipped on the dress, grabbed a clutch, before heading back to Tony’s room. Dressing up wasn’t that hard for Maria but she wasn’t used to it given she had always worn a uniform when she was at Shield. It wasn’t until lately that she had started going outside of the uniform comfort zone. It was a nice change.

Getting to Tony’s room, she snorted when she saw he was still in his birthday suit staring at his massive closet of clothing. ”Nothing to wear? What ever will you do?” she teased rolling her eyes at his dilemma of not being able to decide on what out of the possible hundred of things he had in his closet. ”Just don’t wear something that clashes with the dress.” she added though it might be better that way. It would give her an excuse to venture away from Stark and do a bit of her own snooping. ”On second though, wear something that clashes.” she added laughing at the thought. Now the woman was curious as to whom they would see while they were there.

”How often does Jameson visit Hellfire? I rather not be front page news for being your next lay instead of being pardoned for the bullshit traitor charges.” she pointed out knowing it was a risk if they went there even if he had mentioned it was supposed to be neutral territory. Jameson was not one to let a story pass if it meant selling more of his papers. Looking at the time, Maria shook her head at the billionaire laughing at him. ”You are worse than a women when it comes to getting ready.” she teased sitting down on the bed to wait. Not that they were in a hurry or anything. It was just fun to tease him given he understood her humor.

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[ANTHONY STARK]

At her suggestion that he should wear something that did not clash with her dress, which then – typical Hill – was changed to he should wear something that clashes, he was even more confused as to what to choose. He stared at one particular suit which brought a sad smile to his face. It was the three-piece one he wore at that weapons fair he attended the day before he was kidnapped by the Ten Rings and his life changed forever. Many times he relieved that ordeal in his mind, how the shrapnel got embedded in his chest, the creation of the Arc Reactor and the very first Ironman suit he built out of spare parts. He was not sure he should go for that three-piece suit, it might be bad luck, but at the same time, that was the last suit the former Tony Stark wore before he became the new Tony Stark. Why in hell he still had that suit, though? It has been over eight years and Stark's clothes were almost as the women he had dated: they were changed constantly. But it fulfilled all of Maria's requirements: it was gray, which both clashed and didn't clash with her dress.

So it was decided. He put on the suit and came out dressed to the nines and with his tie on his hand. “Keep your underwear on, I am dressed, geee.” He said to her as he walked to the mirror and looked at his reflection on it while he put on the tie. He then admired her own attired. It was still strange to see Maria with something other than her SHIELD uniform. Oh for the past year he has seen her wearing other things – and in many happy occasions wearing nothing at all, naughty, naughty – but he was so used of her wearing her official uniform that still it was surprising to see how good she looked in civilian outfits. The dress was a good choice. It fitted her perfectly: not to showy but at the same time quite seductive and it looked awesome on her. Although Hill was not a vain woman – at least not at the same degree as, say, Romanoff or even Pepper – she sure as hell knew that she looked good and was probably not above gloating about it. “Love your dress, it looks easy to take off once we returned. Did you charge it to the company expense account?” He teased back.

”How often does Jameson visit Hellfire? I rather not be front page news for being your next lay instead of being pardoned for the bullshit traitor charges.”

Finishing with the tie, he thought about that for a moment. Might as well come clean with her about the loudmouth. “First, we are way past you being the next lay, don't you think?” Yes, yes they were. “Second, he basically lives there. But relax, as assholish as Jonah is, he knows better than to report anything that happens inside the club.” He extended his hand so she could take it and get on their way. He led her to his private elevator that would take them to the Tower's parking garage. “As I told you, Maria, they are very adamant about the place being neutral ground and they are very protective of its aura and secrecy. In the ten or so years I have been a member, nothing I have ever done or anyone I have been seen with in the club has been reported, even though I am sure Jonah wished he did. But he knows not to mess around with that. He would not risk losing his membership.” What people did not understand about the Hellfire Club – and it stood to reason, given the veil of secrecy the whole place had – was that for the elite, it was more than just a strip joint or a bar or a high end bordello or any of the lavish comforts it offered. It was also a place for business, where the rich and powerful built contacts and did networking. Losing membership was one of the worst possible outcomes for any of its members... it would make them pariahs among the other influential people.

“If I was to worry about who we might find there, it's Emma Frost.” He said as the elevator doors opened and they were in his private garage where he had all his cars. He decided to drive the Aston Martin just because it felt right. That car was sexy as hell and hence very appropriate for a night in the Hellfire Club. He opened the passenger door for her and then he got in. “The woman is hell bent on making my life a living hell. And I have never dated her! I could understand if I dated her before and she was pissed at me for it, but until the recent events with Ultron, I have never even met her.” Not to mention that the voluptuous blonde was a very powerful telepath and mutant in general. Maria knew about that so she probably understood the problems that brought. “That is not entirely true, I did see her here and there in the club back in the day but to be honest, I always thought she was an exotic dancer, not the owner of Stark Industries' biggest competitor. In fact, she used to dance and stripped all the time in the club.” He said shaking his head. Who would have thought that blonde bombshell was one if not the richest woman in the world? Still the neutral ground thing stood, so he was hopeful that Frost would not try any of her shenanigans if they were to find her in the building.

The ride seemed short, probably because they were entertaining themselves chatting, and in a blink of an eye they were at the massive building outside the city limits. As always, he could see a plethora of expensive cars being attended by valet parking employees. The entrance of the club was like looking at a gala premiere in Hollywood, with influential, famous and powerful people entering all dressed in expensive clothes. The other good thing about the Hellfire Club and its 'neutral ground' policy was that no paparazzi or any form of journalists were allow even close to the building. Also, no cellphones or any other electronics. He was amazed at the electronics inhibitors they had, it was quite the impressive piece of hardware that made cellphones and any spy equipment inoperable inside the building. If anyone needed to communicate to the outside world while inside the building, they had to tell security and be escorted to a private line to make whatever call they needed to make. This was to prevent people from using their cellphones' cameras and stuff like that, which Stark wholeheartedly approved. As Maria said, he really did not want to be part of a damn Youtube video just so some idiot get some stupid 'Likes' and subscriptions.

Helping her out of the car, comporting himself like a good little gentleman, they reached the entrance door and its security check. He pulled out of his wallet his membership card, which was scanned. Then his retina was scanned and then his whole body was scanned. Talk about security overkill. He heard the computer chime. Anthony Stark, member in good standing since 2007. He turned to Maria. “Well, at least I haven't been kicked out yet.” he whispered with a chuckle. The security guy returned his card and looked at Hill. 'Mam?' Tony interjected. “She is my guest and possible member. I vouch for her.” The security guy kept his eyes on them for a moment, nodded and let them through into the biggest ass lobby anyone would have imagined. Tony was sure Maria was impressed. “Welcome to the secret world of the Hellfire Club. I hope you are not a prude.” He teased her as scantily clad men and women welcomed the members. One of them approached them. “Welcome Mr. Stark. What is your pleasure tonight?” She asked with a winning smile. “Eh, just dinner and some drinks for two. If that changes you'll be the first to know. Thank you.” He said and they were guided to a table.

“What would your first drinks be?” The scantly clad hostesses asked them with that winning smile of hers. Tony motioned for Hill “Ladies first.” He said as his eyes roamed around. It seemed the place was packed, as always.

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

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Sitting patiently on the bed, Maria leaned back a bit as she watched him making the decision as to what suit to wear. It wasn’t like the suit was different in style or shape, just color, so she did not know what the dilemma was. Leaning over, she looked around him to see what exactly else he had in there. ”Do you have a suit in every colour of the rainbow?” she asked curiously wondering if there was a fuchsia pink one hanging in there somewhere. For Stark, she would not be surprised if he paraded around in it just for kicks. Though she was not surprised by the amount of clothing he did have. Hell she was certain she never owned that much clothing in her entire life.

”Now who says I am wearing underwear?” she asked curiously giving him a mischievous smirk. She was wearing underwear, the woman wasn’t sleazy, but it was fun to tease regardless. And going to a gentleman’s club without lingerie really was risky as well as an invitation. Given this was her first time going to Hellfire, Maria was not only wearing undergarments, but she was packing as well. At least one firearm. Patting her thigh where the gun rested, she thought about what Tony had mentioned about the place while he finally got himself dressed. ”I wouldn’t be able to get a gun through would I?” she asked despite knowing the answer. It was just a habit for the former Deputy Head of Shield to be constantly armed.

Lifting her skirt up, she undid the holder on her thigh, sliding it off before tossing the gun onto the bed. Well she at least was prepared but going in anywhere empty handed was not something she enjoyed. Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, she looked at Stark once he was finally dressed giving him an impressed whistle. ”Well look who cleaned up well.” she added before putting her hands on her hips to display the dress better. ”No. My own funds. New job new funds and new look.” she explained quite proud of herself in a way. She was coming back and slowly getting her life on track again. Slowly, with conditions and stipulations as well as a list of other things a mile long, but it was getting there.

Hearing him reply to her comment about Jameson had her shaking her head. ”I didn’t mean it in that way. You and I know it’s not just a lay. J.J however, isn’t concerned about the specifics, more about selling issues.” she explained. Though did it really matter. She had been in the papers enough times as a traitor and even now if she was listed as pardoned, many would still consider her a traitor regardless. Would it really be that different if she was splashed on the front page hanging off of Stark’s arm? Her mind was heading in a different direction as he continued explaining about secrecy. ”Forgive me for being skeptical about anything being private and secret these days. No matter what someone’s policy is or what they promise, everything has a way of getting out.” she explained not wanting to sound like a downer but it was how she thought.

Walking with Tony to the elevator, she followed him to the garage before getting into the car he picked out. Sliding into the seat, she got comfortable laughing when he explained Emma Frost was going to make his life a living hell. ”I can’t blame the woman, it is quite enjoyable making your life a living hell.” she pointed out having done so herself a few times. Though it might not have been as serious as what Frost was doing. They continued chatting as he drove them out of the city and towards the massive house that was the clubhouse. Maria knew where the place was, but alas she had never had the privilege of going inside. Tonight would be full of surprises.

Getting out of the car, she looped her arm through his, while looking around as they headed for the door. There were others arriving as well which made her wonder if this was a nightly occurrence or if there was something special going on tonight. ”Is it always this busy?” she asked nodding at the cars before they were stopped by security and a while arrangement of things happened. For someone who spent most of her life in some form of security, the set up did impress the brunette. She was watching intensely at what Tony was going through taking things in. ”That looks far different than the LR 350 retina scanners we had. And those were not even out on the market.” she muttered referring to the ones that Shield had which had been top of the line. This one looked far better. ”Is the scan just an outside scan or does it go to a more internal or genetic makeup level?” she asked the security guard curiously actually expecting an answer from him. Instead, she merely got another pointed look one that had her raising an eyebrow back.

Realizing she was not going to get much of an answer, Maria gave up for the time being and headed inside with Tony. It was hard not to be impressed by the size of the place, but for her size or luxury did not matter. What surprised her the most was seeing practically naked people walking around as if it were a normal thing. Her eyes followed a few of them before she gave Tony a light smack on the arm the prude comment. ”Single malt on the rocks and can he bring it?” she asked nodding at the guy walking around in underwear and a tie. She was still looking around at all the people but she was picking up most of what was being said to them. ”What do you offer for entertainment?” she asked the woman who had greeted them giving her a small smile. If she might as well play the part of interested guest and possibly enjoy herself a bit while gathering information for herself. ”I can see why you would enjoy coming here.” she threw towards Tony in her own teasing way.

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He smiled when she asked him if the club was always so busy. “Actually, this is one of their lighter days. You should see it when they have karaoke night.” Of course, they never had karaoke night, although it would have been awesome if they did. No one would be able to get the mic out of his hand if that was the case. True, Stark couldn't carry a tune if his life depended on it, he was better off sticking to inventing and innovating, but that didn't mean he wasn't above making a fool of himself singing some AC/DC or Megadeth songs. That was why he loved visiting Japan, they seemed to have a karaoke place everywhere. Although he probably would avoid singing 'Countdown to Extinction' because... well... the Ultron thing. “But seriously, I have seen it wilder.” He added. As exclusive as the Hellfire Club was, it had a truckload of members. So much so that they had branches in every major city. Billionaires the world over fought for the right to be members, realizing the many perks said membership brought. He was about to explained what that meant when Maria asked the scantily clad hostess about the entertainment offerings when she returned with their drinks. He took a gulp of his and lowered his head with a wicked smile, sure that the stunning former SHIELD Agent was about to be shocked.

'Oh, all sorts of things!' The waitress answered excited, I bit more excited than Stark would have thought. Perhaps she liked Hill? It would not surprise him a bit. Is this your first time gracing us with your visit? The ginger hair woman asked, eager to serve. 'If Mr. Stark doesn't mind, I can give you a small tour of the facilities. We have everything to make your visit a memorable one. For example in the lower floors we house a massive pool, a gym facility, recreational areas, three different bar sections and a strip joint that alternate between female dancers and male dancers. In the second floor we have a dance floor, more bars, a gentleman’s area, although it is called like that, its really open for everyone, we are very progressive here, no distinctions between genders or race.' The very, very, very helpful and talkative hostess explained. Stark could have tell Maria all this, but it was more entertaining watching the Club's employee doing it for him. And the woman was hot... come on, Stark would always notice things like that! But then she started to explain the third floor and Stark was debating whether to interject or not. The third floor... well... was not for the faint of heart.

'On the third floor we have elegant and lavish quarters for more intimate endeavors if our members so wish and a fantasy room where... That was it. Stark laughed, stopped the hostess, and placed his hands over Maria's ears. “Eh, there is a thing called 'too much info'. I am sure the lady doesn't want to hear about THAT.” He said, knowing full well that Maria actually would want to hear about that because she was a pain in the ass that way, but... eh... he hoped she didn't. Stark has been on the third floor and... well... you know. Out of a corner of his eyes he saw someone that was hard to miss. A woman with a dress that left nothing to the imagination, greeting and making small conversations with guests. But as difficult as it would have been not to draw attention to her dress – or lack of one –, that was not what caught his... okay, it definitely did, but it was not the only thing! It was her very strange yet interesting green hair. A very steampunk vibe. It was also worth mentioning that she sure as hell had European features... Tony was very good about those sort of things. She definitely wasn't an employee of the club, but Tony – who basically knew the 'who was who' of the wealthy and useless in the City, didn't think she was part of the City's high society... in essence, he really didn't know who she was. He believed he has seen her before, in the club, but at the same time never really paid much attention, most probably because most of the time he was shitfaced drunk almost as soon as he entered the building. Now that he was sober, though, he noticed her.

”I can see why you would enjoy coming here.”

He returned his attention back to Maria and the hostess and smiled to Hill with a nod. “Well, I come for the booze, really, scout's honor!” He protested, noticing the looks both women gave him, as telling him with their eyes that he was full of shit, which he was. What made him think, though, was the fact that his dad used to be a member, that was how he became one as well as soon as he turned twenty one, which was the age for membership. He wondered what Howard did when he frequented the club... EWWWWW... thinking about his dad on the third floor... and did mom know? he asked himself with a double ewwwwww. As his excitement turned to... ewww... he saw a dude approaching them. This guy he knew, he was the Head of Security of the Club, most probably on Frost's payroll. What the hell this asswipe wanted? He was handsome, which pissed Tony off because... of course it would!

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JEAN RENAULT

To say that Jean Renault have had a couple of bad days was an understatement of biblical proportions. Ever since mademoiselle Cordelia arrived at the Inner Circle scene like a category five hurricane, the petite Frost has been making life very difficult for the suave and cool former intelligence officer. Not only did she pick a fight with monsieur LOKI LAUFEYSON, but her shenanigans had put Renault in that place where no one wanted to be in... Mimi's doghouse. Renault liked the younger Frost woman... well... that was another understatement. The woman knew how to make him actually salivate for her and Mimi was not taking that well. He knew it was not because Minerva was jealous – she had no right to be, as she herself slept around with Loki, Emma, Ophelia, and others – she simply did not like Cordelia and she expected everyone – and by everyone she meant him – to dislike Emma's sister as much as she did. Then, to add insult to injury, he had to stand by and babysit the bunch of rich wankers that frequented the club, because of course Emma and Mimi were not around, so it fell to him. At least mademoiselle Ophelia was at hand too or he would have jumped out of a window.

Ophelia was fun to have around, and not only because the woman was as randy as Emma was. She had this aura of mystery combined with extreme wickedness that was both intimidating and alluring. So he would let her do the rounds and talk to the guests and he could concentrate on just keeping an eye for any trouble. People might have been surprised to learn that as exotic and exclusive as the club was, it did not lack drama from some of its members. Alcohol and arousal were not always a good combination and there have been incidents when security had to intervene. There was also the raid that happened a few weeks before, which prompted Renault to enhance the security measures in the club. He has been trying to work on a proposal for Emma and Ophelia – Emma have given Ophelia control of the management of the day to day operations of the Club – to train the dancers, waiters, hosts and hostesses and even Ophelia's 'ladies' in defensive and offensive countermeasures. In essence, trained them to kick derirre. That way, they could react if problems arose.

Trying being the operative word...

Cordelia had other ideas, though. She has been on him like white on rice and normally he would have been thrilled that a beautiful femme was all over him, but in this case it was bringing him a world of hurt. Not only petite Cordelia used him as her personal servant, but with every passing moment Mimi was that close to castrate him and making him an eunuch! Women! And speaking of women, he recognized one in particular that he thought he would never see again. Marie? As said, Renault used to be a very high ranked French DGSE officer and he also had worked in joint operations with MI-13 and S.T.R.I.K.E. That, inevitably, also put him in contact with SHIELD. He knew Maria Hill – he used to call her Marie back in the day – and they have been in joint operations together when she was a Level 5 SHIELD agent, before she became Nick Fury's golden gal. He has always liked Marie, mainly because she was extremely no nonsense and Renault liked that in women. That was why he was whipped by Mimi!

What was she doing in the Hellfire Club, though? Last he knew she was on the run from the U.N. and the WSC. The question was answered when he saw who she was with. Stark... ugh. He never have met the man, but his maîtresse Emma disliked him and that was enough for good ole Renault. He approached them just as the hostesses was asking Maria and Stark if it was okay for her to give Hill a tour of the facilities. “I'll be honored to do it myself, mon cherri.” Renault interrupted with a suave smile and focus his seductive eyes on Hill. “Marie... it has been far too long, petite.” He said to her, completely ignoring Stark was there. “Perhaps you would like me to give you the tour... it would allow us to catch up.” He added in that French accented voice.

MARIA HILL

NOTE: Lex, I think we can go with a reply from Hill or maybe have Ophelia reach them too and we separate them. Your call. Once you decide which one you will reply with, we can set an order of posting so we don't have to post back to back with our characters. We can even divide the thread so it doesn't get messy.

[MARIA HILL]

bang bang all over you

ill let you have it

Maria had not known how much of a loaded question she had posed to the hostess when she asked what there was to do in this place. At least it gave her an idea of how the house was set up as well as where the most possible amount of people was. Not only that, but where the most security might be as well. Given what they had just gone through just to get in, one would think it was government building. Hell it might as well be considered an airport with how much security checks they had to go through now a day. ”Yes it is my first time. I always thought this club was catered more to men.” she explained politely to the hostess. Listening to the woman, she nodded her head when it was appropriate and even gave a surprised expression a few times. There were some things that were unexpected.

The mention of male dangers had her raising an eyebrow as she glanced between the hostess and Stark. ”Male stripper? Oh I might have to take a peek in there.” she joked playing someone more interesting than she really was. Not that she wouldn’t mind watching some attractive men taking their clothes off to music. She was just more bubbly about it now to the hostess than Maria Hill ever was. But with her time at Shield, the woman had learned how to play the role and that was what she was doing now. It was just less herself as a more perky and bubbly person with less sarcasm. It was going well so far, but at any moment the dry humor was going to pop out and they both knew it.

As the explanation of the house continued, Maria’s interest perked up as the woman mentioned the third floor and what went on there. An idiot could figure out exactly what the lavish quarters were for with only a brief explanation. Hell, quarters would indicate just what went on, on the third floor. When the hands fell on her ears, she laughed and pushed them away. ”We both know neither of us is that innocent.” she pointed out already finding the place to be a brothel in her mind. If they had places for people to go and have sex, how could it not be considered a brothel? ”Do not listen to him, I would love to know more about this fantasy room.” she explained to the hostess unaware she was about to encounter a blast from her past. One she was not sure she wanted right now, but might actually enjoy.

It was hard for her to not show a moment of surprise when the all too familiar French accent hit her ears. Turning her head, the brunette looked towards the speaker, finding herself being hit with a ghost from her past. Oh it had been years since she had seen Jean Renault. ”Of all the places I’d imagine running into you, Renault, Hellfire would not be my first option. Simply because I do not go to such places. You on the other hand, well I believe you fit right in.” she teased her dry humor and tone clearly evident as she spoke. Though there was still a hint of a cheerful tone in her voice as well. She was enjoying playing a part and seeing what she could discovered. Not only that, but it was nice to finally get the hell out of the damned tower and interact with people. Any people, even if hookers, strippers and rich men were not idle. She was making the best of it.

Looking between the two men and the woman, Maria shook her head. Yes her options were quite interesting. She could go with the woman who had offered her a tour and possibly get herself more than she bargained for. Option two was to simply continue on to the drinks and possibly food with Stark. The third choice, well that would lead to some trouble. Though with how long she had been cooped up in the tower for, a bit of trouble and adventure might just be right up her alley. Take the glass from the waiter when it was brought, she thanked him before looking to Stark. ”I shall see you later for that celebratory drink?” she offered in her way telling him she was going off with someone else for her tour of the place. Taking a sip of her drink, she walked over to Renault, sliding a hand through his arm before nodding at the other two. ”Alright Frenchie, let us get this tour started?” she offered still looking around the place as they walked. ”I am curious, are you one of the male strippers I was told about? Because going from MI-13 as well as S.T.R.I.K.E, to this place, that must be one hell of a story.”

OUTFIT 890 ANTHONY STARK

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[ANTHONY STARK]

Tony actually wasn't that put off by Hill going for a tour with the French idiot. He understood that she has been under a lot of pressure, although she never showed it, because of her fugitive status and the fact she could not roam freely because of it, so this was a night for her to let loose, although he wished she wasn't so eager to have the tour with... that guy. But whatever. The hostess, though, seemed a bit sad that Hill picked the French dude and not her as her tour guide, which made Stark chuckled. It seemed that Hill made quite the impression on the scantily clad hostess, which was not surprising. Maria was stunning and he could understand why she would attract attention even when she was not trying to do so. Oh well. He decided to just have a drink or ten and enjoy himself too. As said, the building was packed, but it was not overwhelmingly so. He has seen the club busier, like during that party when he brought Kitty and met her friend Anna.

Speaking of stunning, his eyes wandered back to the woman with the green hair. As said, it was hard not to be drawn to look at her, not only because of her dress but also that hair stood up quite a lot. She moved with the air of arrogance and self-confidence that he had come to expect of Emma Frost, so it stood to reason that she was either a very close associate of the blonde telepath or at the very least someone high on the management pecking order. For someone who was extremely disliked by Frost, Stark had met many of her associates... including Loki, which was certain was in cahoots with Emma. He met Minerva, the redhead assistant and also her other assistant, Regan something or other, who apparently was also telepath. He wondered if the green hair woman was a mutant as well? Seemed that Emma Frost had enhanced people around her, so might as well be the case that the woman with the revealing outfit and green hair was one of them as well. He just hoped she wasn't a telepath, because he did not want her to read his impure thoughts... because yes, he was having impure thoughts about her... give him a break! It was hard not to!

“Another drink, Mr. Stark?” Asked the hostesses as she returned, but she sounded cold. Of course she did, Maria was not around. He chuckled again. “Please. Make it a bit stronger. And can you bring a menu. Eventually my 'date' will return, or so I hope, and we might like some dinner.” He said. The hostess' face lit up at the prospect of Maria returning and nodded. It was then that he saw one of the WSC councilwomen. Ugh. Tony had no desire to talk shop on that night, so he tried to hide himself the best he could. He knew that if the councilwoman saw him, she would start up a conversation, most probably about the SHRA. He wished she got sidetracked by some male stripper or something! “I am going to be in the balcony.” He informed the hostess and almost run out, hiding from the councilwoman.

He stood in the balcony, looking at the woods and fields around the building. As said, the Hellfire Club was very isolated and he could see security personnel patrolling the area. They sure as hell were serious about security. He stood there, thinking about some new invention he wanted to create and did not notice someone approaching him...

OPHELIA SARKISSIAN

[OPHELIA SARKISSIAN]

OPHELIA it's a version of perversion With Emma off gallivanting somewhere around the world, Ophelia was left to find herself another as a playmate. Not that she minded, the woman could entertain herself well enough. It only meant that each night when the club was busting with people, she was out and about mingling and greeting, playing hostess in a way. Of course it wasn’t her place, or her business, but she had a stake in it as well as interest and she knew Emma would not mind. As long as the clients were happy and it was bringing in business, what more could anyone ask for. With the new addition of the male entertains, there were far newer clients coming into the place, which simply pleased everyone. Tonight, wearing a very revealing and practically see through black dress. It has skin coloured mesh that make it look like she wasn’t wearing much to begin with. Only the more scandalous areas were hidden with a bit of fabric but the rest was out in the open for the world to marvel at. Heading into the lounge area, O took her time as she went from each guest mingling and laughing. She was enjoying a very suggestive conversation with the Police Chief about all the naughty things they could do to one another. Hypothetically of course given if his wife found out he was with another woman, he would be hung by his family jewels off the nearest bridge. Or at least that was what he had told her would happen if it ever got out, to which O assured and reminded him of the clubs secrecy and privacy. So far nothing had gotten out of the club that shouldn’t have which left them with a remarkable reputation. It was during her conversation with the Chief that O’s attention was taken away towards someone else. One of her girls had stopped by to offer them a drink, when she casually pointed out that Tony Stark had arrived. With a flute of bubbly in her fingers, she glanced over to the foyer where he was arriving with another woman. She knew a lot about the famous billionaire, but had yet to meet him in person. Nodding a thank you to Cynthia who had told her about the arrival, and told the woman to keep her updated as she headed continued on with the Chief. After all, the Chief was not finished going over his naughty fantasy with her. The yummy billionaire could wait a bit while she finished up, and it seemed he was preoccupied for the time being. The Hungarian woman was practically on top of the Chief by the time Cynthia returned to tell her that Mr. Stark was on his own. Smiling, she gave the man a playful nip on the ear, before leaving him with Cynthia. ”Make sure you treat him well.” she explained to Cynthia, a gorgeous red head, while she departed from the lounge heading towards the balcony. While making her way through the members and guests, she greeted a few people with kisses and some quick chatter before moving on. Coming up behind Stark, O took a sip of the drink in her hand before her hand came around his waist, sliding up to rest on his chest while she pressed herself up against him. ”Darling, I do believe we have yet to have the pleasure of meeting.” she whispered against his ear. ”How have you alluded me for so long?” she asked quietly her fingers falling against the arc reactor against his chest, which had her a bit surprise. She knew about it, but to actually feel it was a whole other story. ”My this has always fascinated me.” she admitted. ...that is only for the lucky people Words;; 632 Tags;; ANTHONY STARK Outfit;; here Notes;;nope

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[ANTHONY STARK]

Normally, if someone crept behind him as the woman did, Stark would have instinctively spun around, especially when the person touched the Arc Reactor on his chest. That piece of technology was what kept Tony alive and it was natural that he would be a bit protective of it. But on this occasion, he managed to control his instinct. Mainly because he knew that, as amusing as it sounded, the Hellfire Club was a safe place to be. Their whole neutrality thing was serious business and no one, be friend or foe, would try anything funny while under the umbrella of the Club's building. Besides, he saw that they were female hands and for a moment he thought Maria had returned, until he heard the person wrapping her arms around him speaking. Also, Maria knew better than to play around with his Arc Reactor... and yes, that kinda sounded bad to someone like Stark, who always had his mind in the gutter. Whatever.

The woman had a cool accent, not overbearing like Frost's or even Nita Strassburg's, but enough of it that could be noticed. European... Eastern Europe to be exact. Tony spend a lot of time in different Eastern European countries when Stark Industries was in the arms sales business, so he knew a thing or two about that part of the world. Not to mention the women... he dated quite a few from those parts. After he let her fondle the Arc Reactor under his shirt, he spun around slowly and smiled when he saw it was the same green hair woman he had his eyes set on a few minutes before. Well, this is going to be quite interesting he thought to himself as he faced her. “I think you do have me at a disadvantage' gorgeous.” He said as he took a better look at her. Stunning was a word that felt short to describe her. Her body was almost like chiseled from marble and could rivaled even Emma Frost's or anyone else's for that matter. “Here you know who I am but I must admit, to my crying shame, that I just saw you for the first time a few minutes ago... but it made quite an impression. And it making it even more of an impression seeing you up close. Believe me when I say that it was never my intention to ever elude you.”

Once again he noticed the self-confidence and even arrogance that she projected and she was justified to be self-confident. She was not just a simple hostess or even a dancer in the club. She was high on the food chain of leadership in the club, that much was clear to him. At her comment about the Arc Reactor, he scoffed and decided to let her have a better look of it. He unbuttoned his shirt, showing her the Reactor in all its glory. The Arc Reactor and why it was made was not a secret, everyone knew about it. The press ran dozens of stories about why he had to make it, especially after he came out as being Iron Man. Most everyone in the world knew the story by now: his abduction by the Ten Rings, the shrapnel lodge on his chest and that the Arc Reactor was the only thing keeping that shrapnel from embedding itself into his heart. Sure, how it actually worked was a secret, the same way the Iron Man suits, how they were constructed and how the tech worked was also secret. “We then have something in common, because I too am fascinated by those.” He said, motioning with his eyes to her voluptuous chest and then feigning being ashamed of what he said. “Oh my, forgive me. That was very improper to say. I should be tied up to a chair and be teased mercilessly.” He joked.

He motioned for a waiter to bring the woman a new flute of champagne and him another drink. “It seems my date is preoccupied with enjoying the many amusements the club can offer, so I suppose I could bother you to keep me company while she returns?”

OPHELIA SARKISSIAN

[OPHELIA SARKISSIAN]

OPHELIA it's a version of perversion Ophelia knew most everything everyone else knew about Anthony Stark. He was after all, in the papers more than most political figures. His family had been in the news world wide many times, so it was not such a stretch that she was aware of who he was, as well as the mess that resided within his chest known as the Arc Reactor. At first, the woman had believed it was a simple ploy. One that Stark created to get himself more new coverage. Heaven’s forbid there be a day he wasn’t mentioned. Not that she judged him on it. No whatever worked to gain profit was worth doing. However, it would seem the blue light on his chest was not a ploy after all. After relocating to the United States from Japan, Ophelia had done her research on the top most companies. The woman liked to keep informed. It was one of the reasons why she so fascinated by the device. After all, it took a great deal of tech to create a device that allowed him to live with a shrapnel lodged in his chest. Not only that but she was fascinated with someone anyone who was able to create wonderful things. How could she not? They given the people who created her were equally as intelligent and look what they were able to do. Her approach to most people that did not know her, usually caused a bit of a response. However, with how little surprise she got out of Stark, the woman was pleasantly surprised by it, in a good way. It was a nice change, though most in the club were aware that Ophelia Sarkissian was a hands on woman. His words about having him at a disadvantage, had her chuckling softly as he turned within her loose embrace. Her hands shifted to rest on his chest once more now that he had settled in a new position. ”I do prefer a bit of mystery.” she explained after his comment. It wasn’t that she didn’t want people to know who she was. It was hard not to at least those that frequented the club often were well aware of her. There were many who knew her from before her entrance into the club as well as her company’s reputation. She had spent decade building it and thus far it was doing quite well for whom it catered to. Instead, right now O was simply playing a game, one she enjoyed as she decided to keep her identify to herself for the time being. ”If I find you pleasing enough I might be included to introduce myself.” she teased her accent becoming heavier as she put emphasize on certain words. With the buttons of his shirt being undone, O leaned back a fraction taking in the sight of the Arc reactor. ”Intriguing. How does it work?” she inquired. ”Does this mean Anthony Stark does not have a heart?” she added knowing that was not truly the case. However, it was a good question given the circumstances. While she waited for an answer, her slender fingers traced circles around the reactor before simply resting on his chest. Hearing him explain he was fond of her chest had the Hungarian woman chuckling softly again. ”Feel free to explore all you wish Mr. Stark. Though I do hope your date will not mind. I would hate for our introductions to be spoiled.” she added giving him a mischievous smile while she took his hand, bringing it to rest on her chest. Closing the small distance between them, O leaned in capturing his mouth in a kiss. ”Such a naughty boy you are.” she whispered against his lips, tugging playfully on the bottom one. ”Is that what you enjoy darling? Being restrained and punished?” she whispered curiously against his ear, more than capable of delivering such a fantasy. ”I will do such naughty things to you.” The waiter came back with their drinks, leaving them on the table not to far off. He was smart enough not to interrupted Ophelia with whomever she was currently keeping company with. ”I shall keep you company, but do not expect me to return you to your date anytime soon.” she added off handed. If she liked what he was offering, O would make use of the billionaire for as long as she pleased. There were very few who refused and those that did soon changed their mind. It was inevitable, and O was confident enough to know, Tony Stark would not refuse. ”Would you care to accompany me to the third floor? I do believe it would be far better place to get acquainted.” ...that is only for the lucky people Words;; 782 Tags;; ANTHONY STARK Outfit;; here Notes;;nope

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[ANTHONY STARK]

He noticed her fascination with the Arc Reactor, which was par for the course. Everyone always was fascinated by it. Truth be told, Stark never understood why this was so. He never considered the creation of the device as impressive as everyone else thought of it, but then again, he was a genius engineer. That was not arrogance or idle boasting. Tony's intellect – especially when constructing engineering wonders – was well documented and compared to the Iron Man suit or J.A.R.V.I.S. or Friday, the Reactor was a simple piece of technology. He built it from spare parts laying around in that cave he was held hostage, for God's sake! But as simple as he thought it was, it was the centerpiece of everything else he had constructed since. Not to mention that it was the thing keeping him alive and also what powered the Iron Man suit. He also built a bigger, more complex Arc Reactor in the vowels of Stark Tower – did you know that Stark Tower had vowels? – that powered not only the building, but also was being used as an alternative energy source for many parts of the city. And he gave that to the city for free... not that the Bugle would ever report it!

The woman in front of him was a piece of human engineering wonder, though. She was extremely well put together. Disarmingly gorgeous with an impressive body, an attitude that screamed debauchery and a voice that was sensual as hell. What was not to like? As said before, Tony was drawn and attracted to women that projected self-confidence and strength. That was why women like Hill, Kitty Pryde, Pepper and others were his weakness. Frost was like that as well, but that one... she was too set on making him miserable; he could not look past that. And this woman seemed to be cut from the same mold of women he respected and was attracted to. The billionaire was not a walking erection, like many people thought. He was selective in the women he dated and bedded. That said, he was a showman and had a reputation for bombastic behavior to uphold. So he showed the world what they wanted to see: a lustful and flamboyant billionaire that was all about dating any woman in front of him as long as they had a pulse. That was far from the truth, but hey... any publicity was good publicity.

”Intriguing. How does it work?”

He buttoned up his shirt again and smiled slightly. “That would be telling. Although it is no secret what the Arc Reactor is for, how it works and its design are proprietary secrets. Same as the Iron Man suit and... well... quite a lot of other of my inventions.” As famous as his many innovations were, they all were covered under the umbrella of trade secrets. Some like the Iron Man suit – which as said was intimately linked to the Arc Reactor – were covered under National Security provisions. “On the contrary, I have a very tender and sensitive heart. Be nice to me... although you don't strike me as the gentle kind.” He chuckled. In a sense it was true. If the reactor ever lost power – even for a short period of time – that would be the end of him. Fortunately, because of 'Badassium', the element that Fury and Romanoff helped him discover, the Arc Reactor had the capability to maintain itself charged for a very long time and also to regenerate after long periods of power usage. “One positive thing, though... it helps with my stamina.” He had to say because... of course he would. Tony would not be Tony without some well placed innuendo.

So she had seen him with Maria, as she mentioned his date. Moments like this one made him thank heaven that Hill was Hill. The woman was awesome in the sense that there was no attachment between them except the obvious physical one and the fact that finally they could consider each other good friends. Pepper... she would not have been too understanding if this had happened when she was around. In many ways, that was why he never took Pepper to the Hellfire Club. The place was like this always, you could start the night with one person and end it with another... or several others. That was what the Club was infamous for. Although he had to admit that it had become even more notorious once Frost became the General Manager of it. Before, it was scandalous but manageable, but ever since Frost and her group took over, it had become the modern equivalent of a Roman orgy. Pepper never would have gone down with that. Hill... well... she herself was enjoying a tour from a handsome – Tony hated him already – Frenchman. “She is a very good friend and beloved associate. Besides, she herself is being given a tour by that French dude who works here. Between us... I don't like him, he is too... French.” He said, knowing that this woman most certainly knew who he was talking about. “I don't think she would be too vexed about we talking.” He added.

She said she preferred a bit of mystery and Tony could believe it. The woman not only oozed sexuality, but also there was a bit of darkness about her. He might not have been a Clint Barton or a Natasha Romanoff or a Maria Hill, who were trained to read people, but he was not bad at it either. It was plain as day that she meant what she said about being mysterious and also plain as day to see that this was not a woman who took no for an answer. Forceful was a good word to describe her. Reminded him a little about Hill, not in the 'in your face' approach – Maria was way more subtle – but in the way she projected herself ultimate self confidence. He had to admit that this woman in front of him was a bit intimidating... and he liked it. “I try to be pleasing... I truly do. Pleasing and me are like this...” He crossed his fingers. “I don't have to ask if you are pleasing, because... hello... it's clear that you certainly are. I just met you and I like you already.” He teased.

In any other place or any other moment, the actions she took would have made even him blush and even gasp. 'Hands on and in your face' were right, as she placed his hands over her really well endowed chest, leaned to kissed his lips and followed it all with words that would make a devil set himself on fire. But again, this was the Hellfire Club and these kind of situations were not the exception but the rule. It was anything goes when you entered this building. For a moment he did wonder what the hell Maria was doing? Because... well... hello... Hellfire Club and as subtle as Maria was, she was also quite wild when she wanted to be. Oh well, if she was enjoying herself, then mission accomplished. He brought her to the club exactly for that... so she could unwind now that she was to become a free woman. “Then sign me up. I am allergic to pain, it hurts! But the other things, yeah, sure.” He wasn't much into the whole getting his ass whooped, 'Fifty Shades of Crap' style. But being tied up and teased by a woman who clearly could make a saint sin, oh yeah.

”I shall keep you company, but do not expect me to return you to your date anytime soon.”

He did not believe that would be a problem. It was clear Maria was enjoying herself. He supposed they would talk about this night once they return to the Tower, which he believed was going to be quite amusing. “Only if I finally get your name. I mean, it is rude to go to the third floor – not that I have ever being there or have previous knowledge of what goes on – without knowing the other person's name.” Not really, but he was curious. He also was curious to learn what sort of connection this woman had with not only the club, but Frost herself. The sad thing was that, if it wasn't for the electromagnetic barrier the club had – to prevent people from using electronic devices while inside – he could connect to J.A.R.V.I.S. with his cellphone and run her name through every database in the world. But alas, that would have to wait until he got home... now, there were more urgent, pressing and hopefully delicious matters to attend to. “Oh who am I kidding... I would still go. Lead the way...” He added laughing.

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[OPHELIA SARKISSIAN]

OPHELIA it's a version of perversion Over the years, O had learned a great deal of things. She had watched the world change year after year and humanity grown and develop. Many had come and go, countries had disappeared or appeared. The world continued to change, but it wasn’t until recent years that science and technology bloomed together. Now, people could have a machine in their body that would keep them alive. The whole idea fascinated O as she knew some things about the body and how a living organism functioned. After all, being subjected to unnatural experiments herself, she knew a few things. It was why, she was fascinated by the circular object implanted into the man’s chest. It was different. Far greater technology was around now and just as it had back when she agreed to experimentation, O was intrigued now as well. ”I am aware of the public information on the Arc Reactor. I am more interested in what you keep secret.” she explained so he knew what it was she intended. ”Secrets are so juicy and delicious, don’t you think so darling? After all, they would not be called secrets if they weren’t worth something.” She added letting go of the piece of tech in his chest for the time being. That could come at a later time once they got to know each other better. ”You are right about that darling. Gentle is not a word associated with me.” she explained before laughing softly at his comment about the reactor helping with his stamina. ”I do believe your date is traitor to her country is she not?” she asked having been informed of any new persons entering the facility. Maria Hill’s name had been quite the surprise. It was even more of a surprise to see whom she was here with. Not that O cared. She was more intrigued by the woman being out in public given her current status. It only meant there was a reason she suddenly came out of hiding and to visit Hellfire Club of all places. ”Do you know what intrigues me the most Mr. Stark?” she asked giving him a small smirk, while running a finger along his cheek. ”That Ms. Hill has made her first public appearance since she became a wanted woman.” she added. ”Now why might that be?” she asked curiously. Hearing his statement about being allergic to pain had O almost pouting for a moment as she sighed heavily as if it were such a turn off. It wasn’t. The woman was simply curious about Tony Stark, whether or not he was going to tell her something interesting. Everyone had spent time with him even if it was a short amount, now it was her turn to do so. After all, it seemed like a shame that she had yet to make his acquaintance. It was even more of a shame; he had not sought her out sooner. She was after all, Ophelia Sarkissian and there were few who did not know the name. Whether it was in passing or personally knowing the woman. ”That is such a shame darling. I was looking forward to seeing you tied to a chair, at my mercy.” she explained sighing heavily as her night of enjoyment was put to a halt. At least for the time being, because O knew she would get what she wanted, eventually. She was a patient person and she would wait until the time was right. Putting her arm through his, Ophelia smiled mischievously as she walked with him towards the third floor and a more secluded area. ”You can call me O.” she offered know that was not the answer the man was looking for. No, he wanted a full name and surname that later on he could gain information on. However, for now, O was content in keeping her little secret, only giving him a small fraction of who she might be. The green haired woman laughed softly as Stark explained he had yet to visit the third floor. She did not believe such a thing, but she went along with it. ”Then you are in for a pleasant surprise for what the third floor holds.” she explained leading him up to the third floor stopping at yet another security checkpoint. Once they cleared it, Ophelia continued towards one of the rooms. ”Tell me Mr. Stark, what brings you here tonight? Aside from enjoying the many opportunities and adventures that Hellfire Club has to offer.” she asked curiously stopping in front of one of the rooms. ...that is only for the lucky people Words;; 758 Tags;; ANTHONY STARK Outfit;; here Notes;;nope

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[ANTHONY STARK]

With his arm wrapped around hers, he followed her lead as they walked away from the balcony, through the dinning area of the first floor and towards the elegant stairs that lead to the upper levels of the building. He scoffed as she pointed out the alluring nature of secrets and in a way he agreed with her. Tony wasn't too high on secrets, that was why he actually revealed he was Iron Man back at that press conference, after he fully took control of Stark Industries. He instinctively distrusted organizations like SHIELD and the World Security Council, with their layers upon layers of secrecy, but after all he has seen and been through, he began to appreciate the need for some secrets, especially when information was power and in the hand of wrong people, could be devastating. The secrecy behind how the Arc Reactor worked, though, was more both personal and business. Business-wise, it was not a good idea to have people able to replicate the technology, as it would create competitors, and on the personal level... well... the Reactor was what was keeping him alive. Not a great plan to let his enemy know how they could neutralize it.

He decided to let the whole secrecy topic drop and instead focused on the woman's insistence that she was not the gentle type. He could believe it. As he noticed earlier, her body was a work of art and she did have an aura of danger about her that was both arousing and intimidating. Stark was not easily intimidated and yet this green hair woman manage to make him feel a bit apprehensive... but in the good way, he supposed. He had no doubts that gentle she was not. And he did not mind that at all. He enjoyed women who were assertive not only in bed, but in life. Hill was like that and even Pepper was like that on occasions. Submissive people were such a turn off for him, mainly because he did not consider himself submissive at all and didn't really care for those who were. The battleground that was carnal endeavors was give and take, in his book, so he appreciated women who knew how to take control when they wanted to. This Hellfire Club member with the interesting hair and arousing body struck him as one of those.

But when she mentioned Maria Hill's status, he became a little uneasy. It was no secret that Maria was a fugitive, hell, the Daily Bugle ran a whole article about her, Rogers and Romanoff days after the Battle of the Triskellion. But the fact that she commented about it in such a nonchalant fashion was something he did not expect. Was she being cozy to him because of that? Was she trying to get info on Hill? For what purpose? He was aware of Emma Frost's and Loki's apparent alliance, and this woman must probably either worked for Frost or at the very least was a close associate, so it stood to reason that she also knew Loki... although on the other hand, he could not see Frost sharing that she was harboring the most wanted being in the universe to others.

Then again, if this woman was part of Emma's closest people – and learning of the blonde woman's tastes for beautiful things, it was almost certain – she might have confided in her. Still, what need would Frost have to send this gorgeous woman or that French pastry to spy on him or Hill? By all accounts – and he saw it himself during the battle against Ultron – Frost was the most powerful telepath this side of Charles Xavier, so she would not need to send spies, she could pluck any info from either his mind or Hill's without them even noticing. That was something he needed to counteract, but had no idea how. Part of him believed it was just idle chat, just curiosity about not only the fact that Hill was in the open even as she was a fugitive but also that she was with Stark and in the Hellfire Club of all places. After all, the one main commandment of the club was that it was neutral ground, so the woman – whom Tony was sure was a member of the management team of the club – probably did not have any stakes in doing something with the information. Another part, though, could not help being a bit defensive about Hill and was wondering if the double offensive of both the Head of Security taking Hill with him and this woman coming up to Stark was part of some nefarious plan.

He decided to be honest about why Maria was out. “Nothing to it. The U.N. and the World Security Council is about to grant an amnesty to many of the people in their list. Maria happens to be one of those who will benefit from it.” Also, the WSC knew for some time that Stark was harboring Hill inside Stark Tower, but because of his wealth and influence, they basically let it slide. So in a sense, Maria has been free for a while now... the amnesty was just going to make it official. “As for why we are here... why not? We decided to celebrate her new status as a free woman and what better place than the Hellfire Club. Come on... you of all people must know there is no better place to celebrate than here.” He added with a mischievous smile. It was true. If you wanted to party yourself to death, there was no better place to do it than the Club. “That said, she is a free woman not only concerning the WSC, but also personally. That is why she is probably having the time of her life somewhere else and you are stuck with me. I hope I don't disappoint.” He once again deflected the topic, trying to bring back to them and what might happen. “And for the record, I didn't say anything about not being tied to a chair. That I would not mind.”

What sort of a name was O? He supposed it was the initial to a... you know... actual name. Olivia? She didn't look like someone who would be named Olivia. There were not many women's names that started with O, though. There was Ophelia... or Orianthi... wait, that was a guitar player. Ortensia? Wait, that one started with an H. Whatever. This was a fun mystery and he supposed eventually he would find out. He stopped for a moment and placed a soft hand on her waist and another on her thigh and smiled. “You like to play games, don't you? I am curious to see what types of games those are, because I am a fan of games too. Very well, O it is.” He said and realized they were already on the third floor and in front of another security checkpoint. He was being honest when he said that he had never been on the third floor, mainly because to access it, someone on the Staff had to give permission and well... he haven't had that opportunity. Maybe this night was the night?

Clearing the checkpoint was extremely easy, at least for her it was... she didn't even say a word, they just let them through. It confirmed his suspicion: she was extremely high-up in the Hellfire Club management's pecking order. Probably second only to Frost, he could imagine. That was no small feat and he wondered what part this woman played in wrestling control of the club from Sebastian Shaw and his cohort Selene? He knew those two, not as buddies or acquaintances, but he had been a member of the club for more than a decade now and he saw them most nights. Arrogant, aloof, and not very approachable. The Club, back when Shaw was in charge of it, was not even close in fun and entertainment as it was now, so he had to admit that, for members like himself, Frost and her group taking over was he best thing that could have happened. There was never a dull night and they were unabashedly and unapologetic raunchier. He has been curious, though, ever since her group took over two years earlier. How they did it? Shaw never seemed to him as a person who would just step out... and that Selene chick? No way. That one was very strange.

”Tell me Mr. Stark, what brings you here tonight? Aside from enjoying the many opportunities and adventures that Hellfire Club has to offer.”

They stopped in front of a door. He had to admit they scored points in style and elegance. The floor was an amazing array of the wealthy and debauched, with what he supposed were replicas of famous art works and even lewd frescos like those founds in Pompeii and some Roman baths, with depiction of salacious acts. “Please, Tony. Mr. Stark was my dad. As for your question, I suppose both of us will find out soon enough.” He replied and as the doors opened, he could not believe how huge and impressive the accommodations were. Tony was accustomed to luxury, but this was almost ludicrous in its opulence. A massive antechamber that led to an even more impressive room. It even had a bar! “Are all the rooms in this floor the same as this one?” He had to ask, incredulously as he made calculations in his mind of how much a building like this not only cost to remodeled, but also to maintain.

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