Marvel: President Stark

All noise started to die down at that instant. Since Tony had already taken the official oath the previous day, he found no reason to wait. He had already signed and issued orders.

"Today, I announce the completion of the deployment of Iron Guardians! Yep, every state now has ten of these big guys cruising around the clock, stopping theft, fires, saving lives, and taking down gun crime before a single trigger's even pulled. The stats are in—a thirty percent drop in homicides, a fifty percent drop in burglary and theft, and a whopping eighty percent decrease in fire-related fatalities. Numbers don't lie, folks. Turns out, having a metal giant on your side is a pretty solid strategy."

Of course, the people cheered. He waited a little and continued.

"And here's the new deal, folks: Internet, power, food, and water—they're basic rights. If it's not a hurricane, earthquake, or alien invasion, there's zero excuse to withhold them from anyone in America. And speaking of aliens—Nasa's switching gears. Not just space exploration anymore; we're talking space defense, and with a few like-minded allies at that." Tony made a more serious expression then.

"All the deals made in the last twenty years by the Presidents, Senators, Reps, Governors, and bureaucrats will be reviewed. All accounts, and every penny earned by every Rep, Senator, Governor, Vice President, President, Secretaries, Directors, Generals, and bureaucrats will be reviewed and researched—any corruption, backhanded deals, and anti-consumer lobbying will be dealt with legally and publicly."

Not many cheered at that point. Not because they disliked it, but because it was too much. Tony was making an enemy out of every single politician or person of power. Investigating past 20-year records in such depth—wouldn't there be thousands of people involved?

"American highways and railways are getting a serious makeover, thanks to a public-private partnership—think less potholes, more go. And I'll be taking a hard look at every global conflict we're tangled up in, from Afghanistan to the Middle East. What did we actually gain? What did we lose? What's the Department of Defense been up to? It's all going public, folks. In three months, IRS reforms are going live, so you can track your tax dollars without a PhD. Also, tax haven nations will be taken care of."

At that, Tony looked towards the camera that was projecting his face on all screens.

"Listen, pay the taxes your companies owe. You got rich here, got to call yourself a billionaire here—don't dodge the check now. Think of it as a little thank-you note to Uncle Sam." It was an advice as well as a threat. But finally, he was on the last segment.

"But here's the real talk: if even one American is dying of hunger or poverty, we've got no business playing world police, handing out aid, or entering wars—if we can't fix our own backyard, we're only looking for our slow decline. So, the American Food Security Program will be implemented as an extension of Food Stamps—these are my day one decisions."

At last, he raised his right arm, and at his order, the Iron Guardians started to take off behind him one after another.

Tony spoke the last few words.

"I gotta move, got a Senate chamber full of old fogies I gotta entertain. But get used to this for the next four years—from today till the end of my term, no Sundays, no holidays, no vacations. I don't care about the next election. These four years are all I want, and I'll damn well prove what can be achieved in 1 single term—God bless you and God bless America!"

Shhhhh~

Finally, Tony took off, blasting the ground with a gust of hot air. Although he was meant to go to the Senate Chamber, he still chose to do a flyby first for dramatic camera shots.

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The leather creaked softly as Tony settled into the President's chair. His Iron Man suit stood right behind him, to the right in front of the tall window. He was alone at the moment, having just arrived after finishing the speech at the Senate.

Walls adorned with a few paintings. Busts of previous presidents on the sides, atop tables. The weight of the room's history was significant, even if he didn't care. He had been in that room plenty of times before, but this was different as he now wielded the power too.

The deep, rich hues of the carpet and curtains seemed to calm him, liking the airiness. While the polished desk before him gleamed under the soft light. He leaned back and glanced at the two couches perpendicular to his desk in the middle of the room, both facing each other with a coffee table in the middle.

Of course, his thoughts had already drifted towards the unspoken. Good enough to meet and greet in… every possible way.

Knock! Knock!

"Mr. President, the legal team is here." Darcy Lewis, in that fantastic black, knee-length office skirt, black stockings, shirt, and blazer opened the door and informed him before allowing the pre-planned guests to enter.

Should I inaugurate the office with her? Tony pondered how to make use of the comfortable couches and that table that day. It'd be a shame to not do it on the first day, after all.

"Send them in." Tony remained seated behind the desk. Five chairs were already placed in front of his table for the first-day face-to-face meetings with his core cabinet.

At Darcy's gesture, five figures entered the office. Three men and two women, but only one woman was young, and he already knew her. But he had no idea that she worked for Stark Industries.

"So, what can't I say from now on?" He got straight to the point since he already knew all of them.

"Mr. President, you can't talk about Stark Industries in a way that suggests that you're giving preferential treatment to the company. You can't say 'Stark Industries will build the best roads' as that'll be a conflict of interest. If the company ends up winning the bid later, it'll be under constant scrutiny. Also, we'd appreciate it if you cut back on cursing in public," the senior lawyer advised.

Tony shrugged, "Next?"

"You can't avoid the rules anymore. If you want to do anything that affects the country or the people, you have to go through the proper channels. Iron Guardians are your private property, sure, but if you want them to be a recognized police support force, you'll need clearance," the second lawyer added. "But we'll help you with that process."

Tony felt bored by all that and rested his chin on one palm, elbow on the table. "What else?"

"We hope that you can inform us before making a decision that may get challenged in court. Being an Independent, they'll try to find any narrow gap in our defense to get to you."

"Don't worry about it," Tony said, leaning back with a smirk, his eyes scanning the young woman. "When I said I had eighty percent of the Senate and the House on my side, I didn't mean I couldn't convince a few more. I just didn't think they were worth the effort. The remaining twenty percent? Yeah, they're the real winners—corrupt, criminal, bought and paid for. Don't worry, they'll be stepping down soon enough."

The team of five looked at each other, unaware that Tony was doing that.

"How will you be handling the legal side?"

"Isn't that why you're on my payroll?" Tony quipped, raising an eyebrow. "In the name of public interest, Stark Industries will graciously hunt down these bad apples. We'll hound them, ruin their lives, and make sure they can't even find a penny in their couch cushions," Tony ordered, revealing a bit of his ruthless side. "Guess you'll need to expand the team for this one."

The five nodded at each other and stood up.

"Then we'll start working right away, Mr. President."

As the team started to leave, Tony called out to the young woman.

"Ms. Walters?"

The brown-haired woman turned around and paused in her steps. She smiled at Tony, giving him a nod. "If you're wondering, yeah, it's me—'Princess Fiona'."

"I can see why even your green form tickles me in good ways," Tony shamelessly complimented her in the strangest way. "Since when did you start working at Stark Industries?"

"After I had a small accident at my last workplace. Turns out, not all buildings have floors strong enough to hold seven hundred pounds," Jennifer replied and approached Tony's table. "I never got a chance to say it, Mr. Stark–I mean Mr. President."

"Tony is enough."

"Mr. Stark." She stuck to a little less, but still a formal one. "Thank you for helping Bruce. He told me you helped him control the insanity. He's doing much better now."

"Mr. Walters, I don't accept thanks unless it's over dinner."

Jennifer pursed her lips, eyes sizing up the man in front of her. She gave a small nod and turned around to leave, an alluring sway in her hips present. "I'll ask Ms. Lewis for your schedule. I think I can afford a dinner with the President."

Tony watched her leave, her gray, long skirt so tight around her hips that each of the soft cheeks gave off a round shape. Nice view... gotta take a better look someday.

"By the way." Jennifer stopped near the door and looked back, twisting her waist, keeping some of her round ass in view. "Call me Jen."

I guess, I'll be tasting more than just dinner.

"Alright, Jen."

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