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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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((Wrote this out just for you Gothicpug))
Ivan stood in the shattered doorway looking like a daemon conjured from some great abyss. His dark hair fell to his shoulders. The whiteness that was streaked through it seemed all the brighter in this moment. His eyes shined with a dark light that Sylvia had no words for.
He swarmed forward, surging upon both men like a wave. Sylvia watched him move. He was beautiful. His steps were a controlled calm, like the angry quiet of the eye of the storm. There was no pause. He did not hesitate. He grabbed the brunette man by the throat and threw him back. The room shook as his back slammed against the wall. Ivan breathed in deep, his nostrils flaring like an angry bulls, his neck flushing with anger.
The blond lunged at Ivan with the knife. Sylvia did not see what it was Ivan did with the mans hand…but she heard a loud popping followed by a harsh crack. The blond screamed and suddenly the knife was sticking out of his chest. Sylvia watched the wild spray of red pour from the long haired blonds breast. The blond tried to take the knife out but Ivan grabbed the handle and gave it a savage twist slamming it upwards till Sylvia could hear the grating of metal on bone.
The brunette, coming back from his daze of being thrown across the room, grabbed Ivan’s hand….and Ivan grabbed his chin and the back of his head wrenching it to the side at up at the most awkward angle. The brunette let out a soft sigh and was suddenly…dead.
“Oh my god,” Sylvia whispered, unable to move.
“Grab things,” Ivan ordered. “We go.”
“Where are we going?” Sylvia asked rummaging around for her clothing.
“Russia.”
Sylvia paused, all her previous thoughts about letting Ivan go came rushing back. “Ivan…I…I don’t know…I just…”
“Clothes,” Ivan commanded. “Talk later.”
In an attempt to put on her clothes and tell him that it would be easier for him if he left her behind Sylvia succeeded in doing neither. She spoke in shaken half sentences as she put her pants on backwards. “Ivan I can’t…..I mean if I stayed here…..and you went….It would be better…”
Ivan grabbed her arm with blood streaked fingers. “You would leave me now?”
“I don’t want to it’s just that…”
“You say ‘easier’,” He growled, “You mean simple…I do not want simple. I want you.” He tore her pants down pushed her back on the bed so that he could slide them on right. “We go.”
So much for telling him what was best for him.
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Sylvia was sitting on a plane. Ivan was next to her. He had been quiet since they boarded. According to the papers he had given her, her name was Sylvia Grusov, and she was married to one Ivan Grusov…and she was a new citizen of her husband's country. She was traveling back to Russia with him and his mother. Sylvia had been told, quite shortly, that the woman was an immigrant who wished to go back home in the later hours of her life but had no money to get there. She was happy to act like Ivan’s mother on the way there.
Oh boy.
Outside Ivan had a small truck, with luggage tucked in the back. He hauled one suitcase inside the main cab and told her “Dress. We go to airport.”
Sylvia wasn’t entirely sure she was enjoying being bossed around. However Ivan had become…cold. In a few moments he had pulled away and wrapped a cold anger around himself that Sylvia could feel. His hands were tight on the wheel as she managed to change in the side bucket seat. He did not even look at her when she disrobed.
It hurt.
She slid into a pair of well fitted jeans and a clingy green shirt. He had been kind enough to outfit her with a brush as well so she could fix her hair. She reached out and touched his hand…he did not react. She used her dirty scrubs shirt to clean the blood from his hand as best as possible.
“I…I’m sorry.”
He didn’t respond.
He hadn’t responded at the airport or anyone of the twenty places they’d had to go while there to go overseas.
She could not take it anymore. Ivan’s ‘mother’ was snoring away in her seat next to theirs so Sylvia took the moment to talk with him.
“Are you mad at me?” Sylvia asked 2 hours into the ten hour flight. Squished together in coach she could not just let him soldier on stoically.
He paused for a moment. He turned and set those dark eyes on her. “Nyet.”
“What is it then, Damnit?” She whispered to him. “What did I do?”
He gripped her hand suddenly. His fingers linked with hers as if she were drowning and he was trying to keep her aloft. He turned suddenly and nuzzled close in a way that might have seemed romantic to others around them but Sylvia knew better, “Scared me. I did not want you hurt.”
She paused and thought about it for a moment. He must have been scared. He probably heard what was going on outside and then he had to see it. See her fighting to get out of the hands of the men who had come after him. He thought it was his fault. And he thought she wanted to leave because of what she had seen him do.
“Oh Ivan…” She whispered and wrapped her arms suddenly around his neck. An awkward move due to the layout of seats on a plane. “Please, let me explain…”
“You don’t want to leave me?”
“No…god no…Ivan…” She shook her head and tucked his face into her shoulder. “Ivan…I love you…”
He sighed out slowly as if he had been holding his breath for a very long time. He shook. She hadn’t expected that.
He held her for a moment longer. “We talk later.” He pulled away, but this time his fingers remained linked up with hers.
“I do have one question.”
He tilted his head, lifting his brow at her. “Mm?”
She held up her passport, pointing to one spot in particular. “Wife?”
He just smiled. Ivan’s ‘mother’ continued to snore.
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“Sir,” Jarvis called out, “You have an incoming call from New York State Penitentiary.”
Tony Stark raised his brows, “Well, that’s new.”
“Indeed sir. Shall I answer?”
“Put it through, Jarvis.”
There was a moment of silence before a voice came crackling over the line. “Anthony…I keep waiting for you to call but it never happens.”
“Hammer, didn’t know they let the crazies have calls.”
“I’ve been a very good boy.”
Tony ignored how crazy that was. “So, to what do we owe the pleasure?”
“Just thought I’d let you know, our mutual friend is no longer in the country. He and his lady have gone and….snuck away.”
Tony started calling up the flights to Russia which Jarvis had been keeping track of all couples flying in and out. He hit a button on the screen silencing his side of the phone call. “Jarvis, how did this get past us?”
Justin continued ranting on his side of the phone. Tony was ignoring him. It was best to deal with Hammer that way.
“Unknown sir, I have been keeping track of all couples and single men and women coming in and out of Russia.”
“What about families Jarvis?”
“Those were not within my parameters, Sir.”
“Let’s rethink that.”
“Right away sir.”
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