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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, are you sure this is a good idea?”
Pepper Potts was standing in the middle of Tony Starks home office. Lab was perhaps a better term for it; garage even as he kept his classic car collection tucked ever so neatly to one side. Pepper would never understand how such a chaotic man kept certain things so very neat. “This is not a good idea,” she answered her own question.
“Yes it is,” Stark said as he began to manually close up the files Jarvis had displayed for him. All the information pointed to only one conclusion. Ivan Vanko was alive and well and paramedics had taken him somewhere. With a little pursuing Stark had found one Ivan Sokolov admitted to Flushing Hospital. “He blew up my expo.”
“Tell me this is not about your ego,” Pepper said putting a hand to her brow.
“Everything’s about my ego,” Stark retorted pausing to give her a quick kiss in the cheek before heading upstairs. Pepper followed.
“Are you sure he’s alive?”
“Positive….alright…99% positive. Which is good enough for me.”
“So what are you going to do? Just waltz into the hospital and ask for a Mr…”
“Sokolov,” Stark supplied when Pepper sputtered.
“Mr. Sokolov…I mean…really? This guy has tried to kill you…twice.”
“I doubt he’ll be able to do much from a hospital bed. All I’m going to do is check with the people there and see if he’s got a lot of tattoos.”
“Yes. Now are you going to help me change?”
“No. I don’t want you to go. Why can’t you just call?” Pepper asked.
Stark paused. “Call? Well…”
Pepper gave him a severe look. “Yes?”
“You know what? I think I’ll just call.”
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“Burn Ward,” Sylvia said picking up a phone. She hated working the desks. More than that she hated working desks on a floor she wasn’t even assigned to. But it was just down the hall from Ivan and every now and then he'd come visit her desk. It was good to see him up and about.
“Yes, uhh…to whom am I speaking?” came a voice across the line. It sounded familiar…but she couldn’t place it.
“Sylvia Moore.”
“Hello, Sylvia. This is Tony Stark.”
“Uh-huh…” Sylvia’s voice dripped with skepticism.
She heard a tense chuckle, “Yeah. Okay. I just have a few questions about one of your patients there. A Mr. Ivan Sokolov.”
“Excuse me?” Sylvia felt her heart go tight in her chest. Why was Tony Stark interested in Ivan? Her eyes flicked to Ivan’s door, which was closed at the moment.
“Sokolov….S O K…”
“Yes, Sir, I have the name. What is your relationship to Mr. Sokolov?”
“We’re good friends, well…no our fathers were good friends, I’m calling to see how he’s doing.”
Sylvia felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She didn’t like how this felt. “I’m Sorry Mr. Stark but it’s policy not to give out any information to anyone but family. But since you are friends perhaps you could give me a number to reach if…”
“No, no thank you.” The voice said with a click of the phone.
Sylvia hung up on her end. That was…strange…
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Ivan was laying back in his hospital bed. He was bored and had been sober for far too long. He felt better. He wanted to get up and leave. He should have. The moment he woke up he should have taken off. He had things he needed to do. But she had been there. That pretty little nurse had been standing at the foot of the hospital bed arguing with that pathetic boy.
And for two weeks she came in, every few hours she’d come in and check on him. He liked it. She snapped at him when he did something that might hurt and she told him no. She was completely unintimidated by him. It was refreshing.
He was used to people, women especially, shirking away from him. Or, worse, being the idiots who thought that he wouldn’t hurt them. Sylvia wasn’t an idiot. She knew he was stronger but she snapped at him anyway. It was beautiful. Then she had gone and gotten worried for him.
He blue eyes were all full of concern for him and he had to kiss her. Just to see how she tasted. He had felt that soft body press against him and it had taken everything not to drag her on top of him. He smiled at the thought of it. Already he knew how she would have responded to that. She’d worry and fret and tell him he needed rest.
But Ivan wasn’t good at taking no for an answer. He wanted his hands on those round pin-up hips. He wanted to watch her ride him. He wanted her to sweat and cry out for him. No, because of him.
Ivan felt his length stir with the thought of it. He glanced at the door. It was closed and he smiled. He closed his eyes and snaked one hand downwards to relieve himself. He remembered how her lips felt on his. She hadn’t been sure at first but then…then those soft lips had gone wild on his. She kissed like a hungry woman.
Images filled his mind of sweet round Sylvia laid out on a dirty bed, arms reaching out for him, begging him for more. He stroked harder now imagining her mouth wrapped around him. Fretful little Sylvia pleasing him with that same mouth she used to tell him to shut up and take his pills. His hand became a blur on his shaft and he wished that it was hers.
“Sylvia…” he groaned as he felt the heat build.
In his mind Sylvia was laying out before him, legs spread so he could see all that sweet pinkness of her. She would be soft…wet…hot.
“Sylvia. Trahni menya.” He grunted once more before he spilled.
He was reaching to one side to grab a few of the tissues that were kept in a little box next to the bed when the door opened and Sylvia stepped in.
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Sylvia paused. Ivan was laying there on the bed. His hospital gown pulled up revealing…everything. Ivan was half rolled on one side. She could see lines of definition framing his hips making a sharp U around a six pack of hard muscle. The U lead her eyes downward to a patch of curling dark hair. Then she saw him.
His member was thick and laying across one thigh, still half hard. She saw the tattoos went…everywhere. She wondered for a split second what was going on then she saw a small milky white pool across his hand as well as his thigh.
“Oh dear,” Sylvia said her eyes going wide, comprehension dawning on her. She couldn’t blame him. He was male and he had been in bed…all alone for a while. According the all of her classes it was a normal and natural thing but dear god he looked good. Screw Playgirl and it’s picture perfect men who always seemed so hairless and clean. Pornography geared towards women never seemed to show ejaculation. it was deemed too raunchy and risqué for girls. Screw that, Sylvia thought, it was sexy.
“Staring,” Ivan said after a long moment.
Sylvia dragged her eyes upwards. When she got to his face he was smiling. He seemed incredibly unashamed. He had not bothered to clean up or cover up. That just made him seem…better somehow.
“I’m sorry…I…Uhh,” Sylvia floundered.
“No sorry,” he said finally reaching down to clean himself up. Without rushing he cleaned up his…uhh…mess and pulled the hospital gown back into place. “Everything alright?”
“Umm…no…no it’s not.” Sylvia suddenly remembered why she had come in here in the first place. “I need you to be honest with me.”
Sylvia stepped into the hospital room, shutting the door firmly behind her.
“I make no promise.”
Sylvia glared and him and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Ivan, why is Tony Stark calling about you?”
Whatever he thought she was going to say it wasn’t that. His smile was gone in an instant and his face became emotionless; blank as a piece of paper. “When call?”
“About five minutes ago.”
Ivan cursed under his breath and began pulling off the sticky tabs and flinging them away. Before she could stop him he slid the IV out of his arms and sat up.
“Ivan! Stop! You can't...stop this you can’t…what’s going on?”
“I leave,” Ivan said turning away from her.
“Ivan…please.”
Maybe she sounded pathetic enough that he turned and faced her.
“Prastee Meeynya,” he said stepping around the bed towards her. “I go…”
Sylvia wanted to shout something…anything…but Christ she had only known him two weeks. What was she supposed to say. “Ivan…” She whispered. “Please…”
“Where are clothes?”
“You didn’t have on much when you came in…but they are in the closet,” she said pointing to a small gray cupboard.
He moved away from her and opened the little gray door pulling out a pair of tattered jeans and a messed up white tank.
“Sir…you can’t go in there.”
Sylvia froze in place hearing the sound of Rita’s voice carrying down the hall. She sounded upset. Sylvia had a sudden sinking feeling in her chest.
“Ivan,” she whispered. “Hurry.”
“I’ll only be a minute.” Tony Stark’s voice carried as well. He sounded as confident in person as he seemed on television. Sylvia locked the door and looked around the room. She heard the handle jiggle. “Excuse me…could uhh…someone get a key here? You know what…don’t worry about it…I got it.”
Sylvia began to panic. She looked around the room for something…anything. Part of her mind screamed at her. Why was she trying to help someone Iron Man was coming after?
The door lock snapped open and in stormed Tony Stark. Sylvia was half surprised that he wasn’t in his Iron Man suit.
“Ivan…so it is you.” Tony said without seeming surprised. “I was wondering what happened to you.”
Ivan had his back to Tony, His shirt was on and his pants up. Sylvia heard the metallic sound of a zipper being fixed into place.
“Hello, Tony,” Ivan said, seemingly uninterested.
“You know…it’s funny. This is twice now I thought you were dead. And both times you weren’t.”
“Should I apologize?
“No…no. The nice thing to do would be to stay dead. Otherwise you’re just a disappointment.”
“You plan to talk me to death?” Ivan asked with a dark chuckle.
“No…No. You see I called the police on my way over. They should be here…oh…there they are.”
Sylvia heard the sound of sirens approaching. She bit her lip and did the only thing she could do. She grabbed an empty bedpan, stepping in front of the door and hit Tony Stark across the face with it. Everything that happened after that was a blur. Ivan grabbed her arm and yanked her into the hallway.
“What’s going on?” Rita called out.
“Rita….do you trust me?” Sylvia asked.
“Yeah…”
“Then stall the police.”
“Sylvia…”
“Please. Just…do it.”
“Alright hun…take the emergency elevator…”
Sylvia nodded. “Thank you, Rita.”
Ivan and Sylvia made a mad dash for the large gurney sized elevator towards the back of the building.
*Translations-
Trahni menya- fuck me (technically shag me, but same idea)
Prastee Meeynya- Forgive me
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