Ultimate Iron Man

[Wednesday Evening – Natasha's Apartment]

Tony pulled up outside a modest apartment complex. He looked at the address again, smirking to himself. This was his first time visiting Natasha's place, and from the looks of it, she lived in a surprisingly low-profile spot. Smart. It fit her cover perfectly.

Stepping out of his sleek Audi R8, he adjusted his jacket and walked toward the entrance, hands in his pockets. The building was simple, clean, and well-maintained, but nothing flashy. Definitely not what you'd expect from a world-class spy. But that was the point, wasn't it?

He reached her door and rang the bell twice.

A moment later, Natasha opened it, leaning casually against the frame. She wore a loose off-shoulder sweater and fitted black leggings—effortlessly alluring, but casual enough to seem unintentional. She smiled, tilting her head slightly.

"Right on time. Color me impressed," she said.

Tony smirked. "Punctuality is my middle name."

"I thought it was 'Trouble'," she teased, stepping aside to let him in.

Tony glanced around as he entered. The apartment was small but well-decorated... minimalistic yet warm. A few books were stacked on a corner table, a simple gray couch, and a kitchen that looked barely used. No personal photos, no real sign of attachment. It was a temporary home, just like she was a temporary employee in his restaurant.

"You know," he said, looking around, "I expected more… flair. Maybe a punching bag in the corner. Some throwing knives hidden in the furniture."

Natasha smirked. "You checked under the couch already?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Should I?"

She chuckled and walked toward the kitchen. "Drink?"

"That depends. Are you actually offering, or is this a trick question?"

"Relax, Boss," she said over her shoulder. "No poison. Just beer." She grabbed two cold bottles from the fridge, popping the caps effortlessly before handing him one.

Tony took it, eyeing her playfully. "No wine? No fancy vodka?"

"Not tonight." She clinked her bottle against his. "To a peaceful dinner."

Tony smirked. "We both know it won't be peaceful."

They each took a sip. What Tony didn't know, or at least what Natasha thought he didn't know, was that she had laced his beer with a carefully measured cocktail: a mild truth serum and a subtle aphrodisiac. Nothing too obvious. Just enough to lower his guard, loosen his tongue, and… increase certain impulses. 

She had played this game before, but never against Tony Stark.

He was her target, her mission. He wasted enough of her time. And she wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away.

Tony, on the other hand, already knew.

His nanites had detected the tampering before he even took a sip, but he played along. The drugs won't even affect him at all and he had expected Natasha to try something like this. After all, their entire dynamic had been built on layers of deception. But tonight, he planned to end their little cat-and-mouse game.

"So," Natasha said, settling onto the couch, curling her legs beneath her. "You've been busy lately."

Tony took another sip, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, you know me. Always something to build, something to fix."

"Mm. And that something wouldn't happen to involve certain… experiments, would it?" She ran a finger along the rim of her bottle, watching him closely.

Tony chuckled. "Oh, Nat, if you wanted to know what I was working on, you could've just asked."

"And you'd tell me?"

"Depends. What's in it for me?" He smirked.

She smiled, shifting closer, her green eyes meeting his with playful challenge. "Well, that depends on what you want, doesn't it?"

Tony swirled the beer bottle in his hand, his smirk deepening. "Dangerous question, Romanoff. What if I say something you're not ready for?"

Natasha leaned in slightly, tilting her head with a smirk of her own. "Try me."

Oh, he was tempted. But he wasn't going to let her control the pace of this game. He glanced down at his beer, pretending to be lost in thought. "Well," he said, taking another slow sip, "I suppose I could use some motivation. Something worth spilling my darkest secrets over."

Natasha arched an eyebrow, playing along. "Like what?"

Tony exhaled, setting the bottle down on the table between them. Then, he leaned forward, closing the space between them just enough to make her pulse quicken. "A kiss. From you. Right here, right now. And then you can ask me any one question you want, and I'll answer honestly. No tricks, no games."

'The drugs are working,' Natasha tilted her head, giving him a look of amused disbelief. "Really? You want me to kiss you?"

"You offered," he replied, looking at her expectantly.

"I did." Natasha looked into his eyes, studying his face with a small smile.

His expression was playful, confident, yet soft. It was an unusual mix—one that made her pulse race. 'How does he do that?' she thought, unable to look away. 'Is it the serum?' She bit her lip, her gaze falling to his mouth.

She felt his breath against her skin, his lips barely grazing hers, teasing her, tempting her. She closed her eyes, leaning in slightly.

For a moment, nothing happened. Tony remained perfectly still, his eyes fixed on her. And then, she pressed her lips against his, gently at first, and then more forcefully as the tension broke. Her kiss was soft but passionate, and Tony felt his desire stirring inside him, begging him to take her in his arms and make her his.

But he held back. Instead, he pushed his nanites out, letting them spread across Natasha's lips and enter her body through her pores. He sent the microscopic robots through her mouth, into her bloodstream, spreading throughout her system. Now, there was nowhere she could hide from him.

Tony knew she would try to use some kind of drug to get him to talk. It was her modus operandi, and he had expected it. But he hadn't counted on this kind of reaction.

As their lips parted, Natasha couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at him with an expression of surprise and desire that made his heart beat faster.

"Why are you so good at kissing?" She couldn't help but blurt out.

Tony smirked. "Good? You are my first kiss."

Natasha chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No, that's not possible. No way I'm your first."

"It's true," Tony said, smiling. "You're the first woman I've ever kissed."

Natasha looked at him with wide eyes. "How is that even possible? You're, like, a billionaire! Women must be throwing themselves at you every day."

"I have more important things to focus on," he replied. "Besides, I never really saw the point in all that nonsense. You know, the whole hookup culture thing."

"Yeah, right. You are just cooped up in that lab of yours. I'm pretty sure if you get out more often then you would find plenty of willing women." Natasha replied.

Tony shrugged. "Is that so? Is the woman before me saying she's willing?"

Natasha smiled. "That depends on what you're asking."

Tony leaned forward, placing his hand on her cheek. He traced a finger along her jaw, bringing his lips close to hers. "I want you, Natasha."

Her breath caught in her throat as his words sent a shiver down her spine. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. Her mind was racing, but she forced herself to calm down. 'Get a hold of yourself, Romanoff,' she thought. 'This is what he wants. He's trying to throw you off balance. He's good. Even with that dosage, he's holding on pretty good.'

"Only if you tell me what you do? You can't expect a lady to go out with a man without knowing a little about him." she purred, brushing her lips against his.

Tony's hand slid behind her head, pulling her closer. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. He could feel the warmth of her skin through her sweater as his fingers trailed up her back.

"Tell me, Natasha, what is the one thing you want? The one thing you wish to have but can't? The one thing that makes your heart ache when you think about it?"

Natasha hesitated, her eyes searching his. She knew she shouldn't answer, but she couldn't help herself. "To be free."

"There's something more. I can see it in your eyes. You want to be free, but there's something else. Something you want even more than freedom. Something that keeps you awake at night and makes your heart ache when you think about it." Tony said as he continued to caress her face.

Natasha's breath hitched in her throat, her lips parting slightly as she gazed into his eyes. She couldn't look away from him, and she knew he was right. There was something else. Something she had wanted for so long but never thought she could have. The experiments, training, and harsh discipline she endured in the Red Room flashed before her eyes. The constant drugs and experiments, the cold, sterile lab, and the painful needles piercing her skin, making her body burn with pain and fever. She remembered the nights spent curled up on the floor of her cell, shivering and alone. She remembered the fear and helplessness.

She remembered the darkness that swallowed her up and never let go.

She remembered it all. She remembered everything.

She remembered she could never become a mother after she went through the Red Room's SSS program.

"I want to become a mother... Have a life filled with freedom, laughter, and love. I want to touch those little hands, feel them curl around my finger, hold them close to me..." she breathed out, unable to stop herself. Her voice was barely a whisper as she confessed her deepest desire. 'What's going on? I... I can't lie...?!'

Well, when Tony pushed the nanites into her body, he made sure to send the extracted truth serum into her body. Now, all she could do was tell him the truth.

"What's stopping you then?" He asked.

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