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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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Tony Stark sat down in the subbasement of his cliff side home. His eye were riveted on satellite images that flashed over the holographic interactive screens. His hair was tousled and he looked like he could use a few hours of sleep. But he couldn’t. Not yet.
“Come on. Where are you? Where the heck are you?”
“Something I can help you with sir?” came the soothing tones of Jarvis, the VI computer and technological butler.
“Yeah. This area….” Stark said highlighting a large zone on the image. “This is where Rhoddy and I were having out battle with Vanko…” Stark trailed off absently.
“Indeed it was, Sir,” Jarvis said flooding one of the holo-screen with images from that days fight and the fiasco that ensued. A large picture of Stark carrying Pepper off towards the sky took up a good portion of the screen, “Might I say sir you made the proverbial splash?”
“Thank you, Jarvis. However, not my main concern at the moment.”
“Might I inquire as to your concern, Sir?”
“Yeah…where did he go?”
“Am I to assume you speak of the prolific Mr. Vanko?”
“I certainly do. Where did he go? All the police found was metal and aside from his teeth, Vanko was flesh. So, where did he go?”
“It is a puzzle.”
“Yeah…I don’t like puzzles,” Stark said pushing away from his desk. “Let’s put it together Jarvis.”
“Right away, Sir.”
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“American television shit!” Ivan tossed the remote down.
Sylvia did not bother to argue with him. He was right. Especially daytime television. Besides, Ivan had been here for almost two weeks with nothing else to do.
He ran a hand through his streaked hair and breathed out loud enough that she almost called it a hiss.
“I’m sorry, not much I can do about it. Sit back.” Sylvia was gently moving the plastic tent away from the wounded shoulder. “This is not going to feel good.”
“Already not feel good,” Ivan said. “Bad television, bad food, no vodka.”
“Someone’s grumpy,” Sylvia smirked beginning to pull back the tape that kept the bandages in place.
“No grumpy…bored,” He said licking that same spot on his lip. Sylvia had learned that Ivan was one of those people who had an oral fixation. He dealt with this by tucking a toothpick in his mouth. She had already had to take several away from him. How he was getting them, she wasn't sure. The hospital frowned on such things, however. The worry of him swallowing it and causing a medical uproar trumped his desire to have them.
“Mmmm,” Sylvia said mostly ignoring him as she began to check the wound. “You are healing very well.”
“Am strong.”
“So I noticed. You are in amazing shape.”
He smiled slowly. “I am?”
Sylvia raised her brow, giving him a blank face, “You know very well you are. You don’t need me feeding your ego.”
“Am bored, pretty woman make better.”
“I’ll go find one for you. Hold still,” Sylvia said gently cleaning the wound. She watched him flinch and felt a small bit of sympathy. “I’m sorry.”
He gave a small shake of his head in lieu of a shrug. “You are pretty woman,” he said as if it were a well known fact.
Sylvia shook her head and let the burn wound air as she checked his other wounds. Typically she didn’t work burn ward. But for some (obvious) reason Rita kept assigning her this room. Sylvia hadn’t found the heart to complain. “Thank you, but you are on medication, hard to believe a guy whose drugged up.”
“Sylvia,” he said flatly, reaching out with his good arm and touching her working hand, “Why you don’t believe Ivan?”
Sylvia shrugged “Because the only guy whose shown any interest in me in, well…years, was Ray. And the only reason he does so is because I’m on the 5er list.”
“5er list?”
“Yeah. You see all the male nurses and techs they have a list for the girls here. And they rate them…you know taking into account bust size, ass size, overall looks, and sometimes attitude.” Sylvia noted the dark purple bruises were fading around the edges, turning to the rough yellow hue of healing. “Ray likes to go after girls who don’t rate too high. He likes the kind of girl who is oh so happy that such a hot guy paid attention to her.”
“Proud,” Ivan said nodding.
“Very. However…I rate a five on the scale.”
“Don’t understand.”
“I’m not skinny enough, I don’t tan, or wear pretty clothes, and I don’t wear make-up. I don’t try to impress them…so unimpressed they are.”
“They are stupid,” Ivan said bluntly, taking her pale fingers against his golden tattooed hand. “You are like Rita Hayworth.”
“Rita Hayworth?” Sylvia asked, knitting her brown brows in confusion.
“Da.” He said smirking. “She was in Gilda…singer…dancer…great legs. 1940’s…beautiful. She pale too.” He said looking down at their clasped fingers. “But she was no' so flimsy as these modern girls…she looked like woman.”
“I’ve never heard of her.”
“Beautiful woman,” he said again bringing Sylvia’s fingers to his lips. “Like you…you…not 5.…you a 10.”
That now familiar feeling of his lips against her skin sent another tingle all over her body. “What is going on, Ivan?” Sylvia asked flatly. “Is this usual for Russian men, flirting with a nurse? Or is this something else.”
“What else?”
“Don’t pretend like your English is bad now. You know exactly what I am asking…is this just fun for you? Are you so bored you are trying to make me blush.”
“Not make. You blushing.”
“Fine…I AM blushing. But damnit,” Sylvia said pulling away from him. “I don’t like idle flirtation. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t like playing around…” She tried to pull her hand out of his, but his fingers tightened suddenly around hers. “Ouch….Ivan…”
“I not playing.” Ivan’s voice growled out, “You are beautiful.” He sat up now, apparently upset.
“You need to rest.”
“Nyet.” He swung his legs, broken ankle and all over one side. He pulled her by their linked hands until she was pressed between his legs. She became very aware of several things all at once. The first was that his bare thighs were pressed around her. The second was that he was not wearing underwear. The third was that the door to his room was very, very open.
She tried to pull away but his thighs clamped around her. When he was sure she was not going anywhere he let go over her fingers and placed his hands on either side of her face. “Ti takAya kras Ivaya.” He said a moment before he hauled her even closer to slam his mouth against hers.
He was not gentle. His lips pressed roughly to hers, pushing until her mouth relented. His tongue slipped between her lips and flicked expertly against hers. His hands were rough against her cheeks and he tasted like hospital food. She couldn't be bothered to care. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss.
She opened her mouth wider and just let him take. His hands slid upward disappearing into her hair, holding her to him as their mouths veritably mated. She wrapped her arms around his neck with no choice but to give in. She did. He was so warm.
Sylvia felt hard worked muscles beneath his flesh. The skin where he was tattooed was slightly raised. She could feel every little mark on him. Her fingers traced over all the lines and shapes, dancing lightly in contrast to his roughness.
She felt him moan into her mouth and she responded with a whimper. Her nipples grew hard against her bra showing through the fabric of her shirt.
“Well now.”
Sylvia sprang away from Ivan only to see Rita smirking in the doorway. “I didn’t realize we were that kind of care service.” the skinny black woman chuckled.
Sylvia licked her lips and blushed deeply. Ivan shrugged and sat back, seemingly unaware…or perhaps uncaring…or the fact that his hospital gown did absolutely nothing to hide his erection.
“Syl…Dr Smith is making his rounds…I’d suggest you make yourself scarce.” Rita warned. “But you’ve got a minute or two.”
Sylvia heard Rita chuckle and walk away.
“Crap,” Sylvia said closing her eyes. “I am never going to hear the end of this.”
“Do you want hear end of this?” Ivan asked lifting one dark brow. Sylvia just blushed harder, “I take this as no.”
“You sound awfully smug.”
“I have taste of beautiful woman on my lips. Almost as good as vodka.”
*translations-
Ti takAya krasivaya- You are such a beautiful girl/woman
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