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The Love of Ivan	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 3144 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man 2, X-men (comics) Omega Red, Marvel, or Paramount Pictures, nor do I own any of the characters from the comics or the movies, this is a work of fiction and I do not profit from these writings.

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((Momo...your Doctor Who joke made me giggle...thanks for that. Lady Aura thank you for the inspiration for the middle of this chapter. Gothicpug...when does perfect happiness ever last? WeepingAngelOfDeath...crashing a wedding? He would never! SAIgnite I cannot wait to write Ivan out as a poppa. To everyone who I haven't named and who hasn't commented, thank you for reading.))
“Jarvis, are you up?” Tony Stark was sitting in his newly remodeled living room wearing a red velvet bathrobe that Hugh Hefner would have approved of. A small crystal glass half filled (or half empty depending on your point of view) with a rich dark liquid was clutched in one hand, a pair of white porcelain Chinese stress balls were spinning in the other. The perfectly uniform orbs that had bells or something on the inside that tinkle prettily when spun just right. A gift from an old girlfriend. Could you call her a girlfriend if she only spent the night twice? Close enough. She’d told Tony he needed to relax and had given him a pair of balls. The irony was astounding.
He hadn’t bothered calling her after that. But he’d kept his balls.
Irony.
Jarvis chimed in, “For you sir, always. Having trouble sleeping?”
Tony gave a sardonic sort of snort and leaned forward, the bells pausing in their merriment, “What was your first clue?”
“According to my well kept records you have not slept in almost forty nine hours. Perhaps some classical music and ocean sounds?”
Tony smirked and knocked back the rest of the contents of his glass, pursing his lips as the alcohol burned its way down his esophagus. He licked his lips and sat back once more, “I don’t think Bach on the Pacific is what I need.”
“A late night friend perhaps?”
On the interactive hologram Jarvis brought up a file filed with pictures and numbers of women of negotiable affection. Tony didn’t have to pay for companionship often but sometimes a professional was better than a half drunk girl picked up at a party. Alright…most of the time a professional was better than a party girl, but paid ladies got expensive.
Still… “Somehow I do not think Pepper would approve and I don’t think she’s up to group sessions...yet.”
Not that the thought of slim willowy Pepper stuffed between the legs of a buxom beauty wasn’t an incredibly beautiful idea…
“Forgive me sir, what was I thinking?”
“Nothing that I haven’t thought about. Pepper has decided to wait until after the wedding to do the horizontal mambo.” Tony stood and wandered over to his kitchen bar, pouring out another glass.
“Ahh…my apologies sir.”
“Somehow I don’t think you had much to do with it.” Tony tried hard not to let the bitterness come into his voice. Pepper had a point, she hadn’t wanted to be just another notch in his proverbial bedpost. It was silly since he never put notches in his bedpost and Pepper could never be ‘just another’ anything. Still, Pepper was special enough to him that he had made the promise to be celibate. Tony Stark had promised celibacy…Christ he hadn’t been celibate since he had talked his nanny into doing the naughty when he was 13.
God, she’d been hot. And French.
Tony ignored the brief twinge between his legs and knocked back his second drink.
“I need a project, Jarvis.”
“There is always the Mark 9 Platform sir.”
Tony gave a noncommittal shrug. “mm, we could always do that.” He poured out a third glass and paused, seeing a picture on Jarvis’ holo-imaging. He smiled.
“Shall I bring up the schematics, sir? Perhaps that would lighten up your mood.”
“Mmm…no.”
“Sir?”
“New version of an old project, Jarvis, wake up Dummy…let’s go down to my lab.”
“Right away, sir.”
~
Pepper wasn’t asleep either. She was in the spare room of Tony’s estate. Her idea to move in before the wedding was probably not her wisest decision. However it had seemed logical at the time. Originally she had thought of just sharing Tony’s bed, but had quickly realized that if she wanted to wait until the honeymoon to have her first time with Tony that sleeping in his bed was a poor idea.
The first night she’d woken with his hands buried in her panties with his fingers flicking over her like a horny teenager. His mouth on her neck. She hadn’t even been able to control the hot hard orgasm he’d brought her too before she could tell him to stop.
God he had been amazing.
But she’d managed to tell him no. To tell him to stop. He’d grumbled and he’d tried to talk her into it. But she’d been firm.
He’d been firm too but in a very different way.
She shook her head and focused her eyes on her laptop. No need to think about that now. She’d made a promise and she planned on keeping it. She focused her mind now on menu options for the five hundred guests who had already RSVP’ed for the Stark & Potts union. Five hundred people. It was going to be a circus. It was going to be a damn nightmare.
Pepper rubbed the bridge of her nose and set the laptop aside. She needed to be perfectly honest with herself. It was not self imposed sexual frustration or menu options that was making her toss and turn at three in the morning. It was Tony…more specifically it was Iron Man.
It was his obsession with finding Ivan Vanko and ‘dealing’ with him that was driving her nuts. She just couldn’t seem to put her finger on why. When Tony had gone up against Obadiah Stane she had understood. She’d even helped out as much as she could. She remembered the way her heart pounded as she overloaded the full sized arc reactor.
Obadiah had deserved it. He had gone bad and then some with his greed. It confused Pepper to no end. Obadiah had already been rich. He had been wealthy beyond the dreams of most world nations and yet it hadn’t been enough. He had tried to kill Tony just for the money.
But…Vanko had been different. He hadn’t wanted money or fame. He had hated Tony. And why? Tony had never told her why. He’d said only that it was all his fault. But why, damnit? She had to know. Needed to know. But how was she going to find out?
“Jarvis?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Bring up the locked Vanko files.”
“I will, of course, need your authorization.”
“You have it, Jarvis…now please..”
Pepper spent the remainder of the night going over files about Russian scientists and the cold war. By six the next morning Pepper Potts was packing a bag and buying a single round trip ticket to Moscow.
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“Zdravstvuyte.”
“Zee-dra-vee-stvu-ye-te.” Sylvia responded slowly. “that’s hello right?’
“Not bad.” Nadja chucked from across the sushi table. “But it’s not ‘hello’ exactly. It actually mean ‘good health’ or ‘good health to you’….but it our form of hello.”
“A bit more formal than ‘heya’ that’s for sure.”
Nadja laughed, her dainty nose wrinkling prettily.
Sylvia had learned that there were more Japanese-sushi restaurants in Moscow that any other type of food. Sushi had once been one of her favorite things but it was not one of the budding babies.
Thankfully, Yohoshi’s had a great noodle dinner selection as well. It was where Nadja and Sylvia went at least once a week to exchange bits and pieces of foreign languages. Today Nadja was trying to teach Sylvia basics in Russian. They were mostly phrases that Sylvia had been hearing for months but only sort of understood.
“Good-by is Do svidaniya…right?”
“da But mean… ‘until meet again’. Russian never believe that good-bye is forever.”
“Well that’s optimistic for a people who claim such steadfast grip on pessimism.”
Nadja shrugged and picked up her sushi roll expertly with a pair of dainty chopsticks. “Russians very complicated.”
Sylvia thought of Ivan and smirked, “Tell me about it.”
Nadja chuckled, “I see pretty ring…” She said motioning to the simple sparkling band on Sylvia’s finger. “I thought already married.”
“Yes…well,” Sylvia blushed, “Complicated.”
Nadja and Sylvia shared a laugh. It felt so nice to have a real female friend who she could just talk with. Even if the language barrier got in the way from time to time.
“Could you teach me how to say ‘I love you’?”
Nadja smiled, “You wish to surprise Ivan with your lovely words?”
“I…well…I don’t know,” Sylvia chuckled.
“Ya liubliu tebia.” Came a smooth clipped voice.
Sylvia turned and found herself staring into a pretty angular face. The woman was tall and slim. Her hair was a pale starberry blond carefully pulled into a flattering style. Her suit was black, softened with a blouse of pale pink. It took a moment for Sylvia to place her, but she remembered seeing her face plastered on magazines a few months back. Virginia ‘Pepper’ Potts, fiance of one Tony Stark.
Pepper seemed, for the moment uninterested in Sylvia, and more interested in Nadja. The two women starred at one another before Pepper finally broke the silence. “Agent Romanov, what have you done with your hair?”
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