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Thunder and Black Wings 39
🕑 Added 2025-07-22 04:48:23 +0000 UTCChapter 39:
– Blake –
I dropped onto the cleanest couch I could find in Tony's messy living room, wrinkling my nose at the weird stains and sticky spots left behind from last night's wild party.
They definitely needed a cleaning crew to come by sometime soon. Also, how was Happy still passed out? He was nearby snoring his ass off looking like he was not waking up anytime soon. Tony seemed to find the state of his driver amusing.
Jean Grey sat down next to me, her leg touching mine gently. Her long red hair brushed softly against my shoulder as she leaned closer, giving me a small, friendly smile.
Emma Frost quickly sat on my other side, crossing her legs carefully. She stared at me with a confident look, her shiny blonde hair gently brushing against my arm and making me feel slightly nervous.
"You had us worried, Blake," Jean murmured, her fingertips grazing my hand, the softness of her touch almost too much.
"Worried? More like fucking frantic," Emma interjected sharply, arching a perfect eyebrow. "Don’t ever pull that disappearing shit again...."
Tony Stark lounged in a battered leather armchair across from us. My mother Shuri perched beside him.
"Honestly, Ms Frost," Tony drawled, "I didn't think the world's youngest billionaire and her smoking-hot redhead friend would grace my humble shithole with their esteemed presence. You missed one hell of a fucked-up night. You both should have come earlier."
Shuri laughed loudly and playfully swatted Tony’s chest. "Behave yourself, Tony. No hitting on my son's girlfriends," she scolded.
"Relax, Shuri, I wasn’t hitting on them," He said honestly, "I just thought another billionaire at the party might've spiced things up a bit." His eyes suddenly narrowed. Leaning forward, he blurted out bluntly, "Hey, Emma, is it true? Did you really off your old man like all the rumors among the upper elites suggested? I was pretty curious about that before getting kidnapped by terrorists."
Shuri slapped Tony's shoulder playfully. "Tony! That is not how you speak to a lovely young woman," she scolded him. "Even if she did commit some light patricide..."
"Light...?" I mouthed my mother's words.
She nodded shamelessly at me. "Maybe you should take notes from this lovely blonde young woman, son."
I coughed at that, deciding to pretend she wasn't blatantly asking me to kill my old man Baraqiel. He might be a piece of trash from our standpoints, but I didn't want to kill him for it.
Emma didn’t flinch at any of our words. Instead, she leaned in closer against me, pressing her shoulder firmly into mine. She smelled really nice...
"Oh, I definitely killed him," she stated boldly, her lips curving into a cold smile. "And I'd fucking do it again."
Tony blinked in surprise, a low whistle escaping his lips as he tilted his head thoughtfully. "Shit, Frost. Why'd you bump the bastard off? Not that I blame you. My old man was a grade-A asshole too."
Emma’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her tone harsh and dripping with venom. "Because that piece of shit planned to sell me off into sexual slavery at his revolting Hellfire Club," she spat furiously, her nails digging into my arm in her anger. "And that would've been after he murdered my brother just because he was gay."
I took a deep breath, feeling nervous about what I was going to ask. I'd been thinking about this for months, ever since I got stuck in that strange ninja world. Leaning forward slightly, I looked first at Jean and then at Emma, meeting their eyes carefully. "Are you two really from the future?" I asked, trying to sound calm but still feeling shaky inside.
Tony laughed out loud, rolling his eyes. "Time travel? Come on, Blake, that's just crazy," he said, waving his hand like the idea was ridiculous.
Emma and Jean completely ignored Tony's sarcastic laughter, turning their attention fully on me. Emma shifted even closer, her shoulder pressing firmly against mine. I felt her smooth hand sliding onto my thigh, her touch bold and possessive. Her icy blue eyes stared deeply into mine, sending a jolt straight down my spine. Jean wasn't far behind, she leaned in, her red hair brushing lightly across my face, tickling my cheek. Her soft fingers intertwined gently with mine, a touch that felt both calming and intense.
"Yes we are. We've missed you so damn much, Blake," Jean whispered, her voice shaky with strong emotion.
Emma smirked slightly, squeezing my thigh in a way that left no doubt about her feelings. "You might never remember what we've been through, but trust me, we'll always be here for you," she added.
I swallowed hard, my face growing warmer as the intensity from both women made me shift uncomfortably. The looks of genuine love and raw desire they gave me were something I'd only ever seen from Tsunade and Shizune.
Even though these two girls were practically strangers to me, they clearly knew me far better than I'd imagined.
Shuri smoothly slid off Tony's lap, her hips swaying deliberately as she stood up. She fixed Emma and Jean with a motherly yet teasing look. "Girls, I admire your boldness when it comes to my son, really," she said, placing a hand on her hip and smirking slightly, "but you're practically smothering the poor boy. He needs time to think, and he just got two girlfriends, maybe three, I'm not sure if he can handle five at the moment..."
Tony chuckled crudely, shaking his head. "Hell, five would be a crazy number even for me..."
“F—Five?” Jean stuttered.
"We know about Pepper Potts, but what do you mean two others...?" Emma asked before turning to stare at me blankly.
Jean looked like she really wanted to ask again, but Shuri spoke up and stopped her from asking.
"How about you ladies follow me to the kitchen? We need a private chat about your...future plans," she emphasized the word "future" with playful sarcasm.
Jean and Emma exchanged glances, clearly unhappy about leaving me behind with unanswered questions. Jean gently squeezed my hand one last time, her lips forming a small pout.
Emma’s eyes lingered on me. "We'll definitely finish this conversation later, Blake..." Both women stood reluctantly, their fingers brushing my shoulders as they followed Shuri to the kitchen.
Tony and I watched silently as they walked away, the room suddenly feeling quieter and a lot emptier.
Tony finally broke the silence by stretching lazily, his joints popping loudly in the quiet room. He stood up with a smirk, tugging at the wrinkled front of his expensive shirt and giving me a mischievous look. "Hey, Blake, wanna check out some seriously cool shit while your mom scares the fuck out of your weird 'time-traveling girlfriends'?" he asked, rolling his eyes dramatically at the mention of time travel, clearly still convinced it was complete bullshit.
I pushed myself up off the couch, stretching my arms above my head to relieve the stiffness from sitting too long between the girls. I raised an eyebrow at Tony, feigning mild curiosity. "Sure, Tony. What sort of cool shit are we talking about?" I asked, knowing full well Tony's definition of cool could range anywhere from advanced technology to something utterly insane.
He chuckled and slapped my back harder than necessary, making me stumble forward slightly. "Just follow me, kid. You're gonna love this," he said confidently, turning sharply on his heel and striding towards the hallway with exaggerated swagger.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the smirk tugging at my lips as I followed Tony down the hall.
Tony led me into a private elevator that opened with a smooth whoosh, something straight out of a billionaire's wet dream. Honestly, it wasn't even shocking Tony had one of these. He pressed the basement button, grinning like an arrogant bastard as the elevator smoothly descended.
The doors slid open with a quiet hiss, and I stepped out, nearly tripping over my own feet as my jaw dropped. Spread out before me, illuminated by bright overhead lights, was an insane collection of the most ridiculously expensive cars I'd ever seen. Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and other shiny, polished classics that seemed too good to even breathe near.
Should I even get closer? Memories of living as a broke-ass kid in New York suddenly hit me hard. I hesitated, my fingers hovering just inches from the flawless paint job of a cherry-red Bugatti.
Tony stepped up beside me, clapping my shoulder firmly, making me jump slightly. "Go ahead, Blake," he said casually, leaning against a metallic silver Porsche. "Touch them, drive them, hell, crash them if you want. We're going to be family soon anyway, right?"
I paused, swallowing hard as I slowly ran my hand through my messy black hair, the reality of what Tony was implying finally hitting me fully. Turning to face him, I locked eyes with his smug, confident expression. "Are you seriously serious about my mom?" I asked.
Tony turned my own words back on me. "Oh, you're one to talk, Blake," he said bluntly, raising an eyebrow as his lips twisted into a knowing smirk. "Tell me, are you seriously into Pepper? Because if memory serves, you spent last night balls deep in my secretary, didn't you?"
My face immediately felt hot, the blush burning across my cheeks and neck as I stared awkwardly at the polished floor. "Honestly, Tony, I don't fucking know," I admitted, shifting my weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. The memory of last night flashed through my mind vividly, Pepper's moans and her nails scraping down my back still fresh enough to make my pulse quicken.
Tony chuckled deeply, clearly amused at my embarrassment. He stepped forward, gripping my shoulder firmly and shaking me lightly as if to emphasize his next words. "Relax, kid. That's completely fine," he assured me, his tone more sincere than I'd ever heard from him. His grip softened slightly, and his eyes narrowed seriously as he continued, "But let me tell you this—I'm damn serious about your mom. Shuri means everything to me. Especially after she saved me from those months of hell, like a beautiful angel of death. They called me the merchant of death, you know, doesn't that make her and I perfect for each other."
I felt a weight lift slightly from my chest at his earnest expression. Tony Stark wasn't exactly a perfect dude, but seeing how genuine he was about my mother made me feel relieved. I swallowed thickly, nodding slowly as I realized there were far worse people my mom could have chosen.
"Alright, Blake, that was a hell of a talk, but now it's time to celebrate by doing something stupid as fuck," he declared enthusiastically, gesturing expansively towards the array of luxury cars. "How about we see how many traffic laws we can break? Wanna race each other? Hell, you pick—Ferrari or Bugatti?"
I paused, staring at the Bugatti, its cherry-red paint gleaming seductively under the bright lights. I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, admitting quietly, "Tony, I've never even driven a car before."
Tony laughed loudly, waving me off dismissively. "Please, kid, you have those badass ninja reflexes, you'll figure this shit out in no time," he reassured me. "And if you don't---I can pay to fix anything you break. Just don't hit any people or anything..."
...The Bugatti was practically begging me to get behind its wheel. Shrugging off my nervousness, I stepped forward running my fingers along the hood. "Fuck it," I finally said, grinning back at Tony. "I want the Bugatti..."
– Shuri –
Back in the kitchen, Shuri leaned casually against the granite countertop. She was in full ninja mom mode.
Jean fidgeted anxiously, twisting strands of her bright red hair around her slender fingers, clearly uncomfortable under Shuri’s penetrating gaze. Emma stood straighter, arms crossed defensively beneath her ample chest, chin lifted stubbornly despite the slight flush creeping up her pale neck.
"Listen carefully," Shuri said calmly, her tone measured but firm. "I don’t give a damn what sort of disasters or tragedies you say will happen in the future. Right here and now is what matters. We don't need to know."
Emma tried to interrupt, frustration evident in her narrowed blue eyes. "But Shuri, there are some really fucking terrible things—"
Shuri raised one elegant hand sharply, silencing Emma immediately. "Save it. I already told you, whatever happens, we face it as it comes, not worry about some future that might never happen."
Jean opened her mouth to protest again, but Shuri's firm stare stopped her. The younger woman's mouth snapped shut with a faint click, eyes wide with uncertainty.
"Look," Shuri continued, softening slightly. "You're obviously both devoted to Blake, and that's wonderful. But my son needs room to breathe and think without you smothering him. You two might be from the future, but right now, we're in the present. Take a step back and give him some space. He has only known the two of you both a little over a week in person."
Emma narrowed her icy blue eyes, arms still crossed tightly under her chest, emphasizing her curves as she shot a glare at Shuri. "How exactly do you expect us to do that?" she demanded sharply, her voice filled with frustration.
Jean nodded vigorously, shifting nervously on her feet. "Yeah, we just got here, Shuri," she said softly. "We love Blake. You can't just tell us to leave like that!"
Shuri sighed heavily, her shoulders dropping slightly as she leaned her weight against the counter, tapping her long fingernails on the granite thoughtfully. "Listen, I understand how you both feel. I appreciate the lengths you've gone to for my son," she replied carefully, her voice firm but gentle. "But Blake has a lot on his plate right now. He’s still adjusting to finally having a family again. He's dealing with Tony's bullshit, figuring out things with Pepper, and soon we'll find Akeno. That's going to be a lot for him to handle."
Emma let out a frustrated breath, shaking her head sharply, her blonde hair moving aggressively around her shoulders. "You think we’re too much for him to handle? We're here because we love him enough to risk everything," she snapped, her tone harsh and defensive.
Shuri met Emma's fierce stare evenly, her expression calm but firm. "Yes, I believe you. But I also believe that Blake can't juggle two powerful mutant girlfriends from the future along with everything else right now," she explained bluntly, her eyes not wavering.
Jean's shoulders slumped slightly in defeat, her expression softening into sadness. "We don't want to overwhelm him," she admitted quietly, biting her lower lip nervously.
"Exactly," Shuri nodded gently, stepping forward to place reassuring hands on each girl's shoulder. "Go back to New York for now. Give Blake space to deal with what's happening here. Trust me, if your love is as strong as you say, it won't change just because you're a few states away."
Emma hesitated, clearly unhappy but reluctantly understanding. Jean gave her a pleading look, and after a long pause, Emma finally sighed, nodding slowly. "Fine," she muttered reluctantly, clearly unhappy but accepting Shuri's suggestion.
Shuri eyed Emma and Jean with an amused smirk, openly running her gaze up and down their curves without any hint of shame. Her eyes lingered appreciatively on Emma’s full, round breasts, barely contained beneath her tight white top, and Jean’s toned figure, hugged perfectly by her form-fitting clothes. Shuri tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a playful grin.
"Listen, ladies," she began confidently, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Blake’s a young fallen angel with a sex drive strong enough to make even me blush. If you two really want to stay on his mind while you're away, here's a little secret—send him some explicit, naked pictures every single day. Trust me, he'll be thinking about you both constantly."
Emma raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. Jean blushed deeply, her cheeks matching her fiery red hair, but she smiled shyly at the bold suggestion.
Shuri chuckled softly, adjusting the neckline of her own low-cut top slightly to emphasize the impressive swell of her larger, perkier breasts. She noted smugly that while both girls were undeniably attractive, her curves were definitely superior!
Emma and Jean openly stared at Shuri’s larger, perkier breasts, their eyes narrowing slightly as they both pouted. Emma sighed irritably, her fingers briefly pressing into her own chest as she grumbled, "Annoying... I miss being as sexy as you, Shuri. We're both stuck back in our teenage bodies. Yes, we're still knockouts, but we both still have some growing to do."
Jean's cheeks flushed deeply, and she glanced away awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by the topic. "Yeah, I remember going up a whole cup size in my twenties..."
Shuri chuckled softly, openly cupping and squeezing her breasts through her low-cut top with a confident smirk. "Relax, you'll both grow into your curves again soon enough. Be grateful your bodies didn't regress even younger. Imagine being stuck even younger, having to endure puberty again...."
Shuri had to endure that and it sucked.
Both younger women shuddered visibly at the idea, Jean hugging herself tightly while Emma rolled her eyes dramatically.
Shuri cleared her throat, waving her hand dismissively. "But that's a story for another time. Do you two want to say goodbye to Blake before you head out?"
Jean shook her head slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she glanced towards the window with a distant look in her eyes. "We can't. I sensed Blake and Tony leaving the mansion a few minutes ago."
"They left?" Shuri asked, surprise briefly crossing her face before she shrugged nonchalantly, adjusting the neckline of her top again. "Well, I'm sure Blake's being responsible...mostly?"
– Blake –
I couldn't stop the wild-ass grin that spread across my face, my fingers gripping the Bugatti’s wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The engine growled under me, the whole damn car vibrating with power as I chased Tony’s bright red Ferrari down the open highway. Tony had been spot on—my enhanced reflexes made driving feel like child's play, even at insane speeds. The speedometer needle soared past 160.
Flashing red and blue lights flickered behind us, two pissed-off cop cars trying desperately to keep up. Tony zigzagged between lanes, flipping off the cops out the window as he floored it even harder in front of me on the road.
I laughed like a maniac, feeling untouchable and alive as hell!
I hit the gas even harder, the force slamming me back into the seat as I whipped past slow-moving cars. "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH US ALIVE COPPERS!" I shouted out the window and flipped them off as well!
– Pepper Potts –
Whenever Tony wasn't available, Pepper always filled the role of stand-in CEO. Maybe that wouldn't fly in any other large company, but Stark Industries and Pepper Potts were used to Tony's eccentricity.
Pepper sat comfortably in Tony's oversized leather chair, feeling the smooth material press against her sensitive back. Her legs were still shaky and weak from the intense, passionate night she'd spent tangled up with Blake. Every slight movement sent a fresh shiver down her spine, the memory of his strong hands gripping her hips, his mouth hot on her neck, still vivid enough to make her breathing hitch quietly.
Honestly, those lingering sensations were helping her stay calm and confident as the boardroom around her descended into total chaos.
"This is an absolute fucking disaster, Pepper!" shouted Jameson, his face flushed red with panic as he slammed his fist down onto the table. Papers scattered everywhere. "Tony's little stunt about no more weapons has tanked our goddamn stocks! Do you have any idea how fucked we are right now?"
Elizabeth rubbed her temples anxiously, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "We're bleeding money, Pepper. Investors are pulling out faster than rats from a sinking ship. We need damage control immediately."
"Listen closely," she began calmly, leaning forward and placing both hands firmly on the cool table. "Tony has made his decision. Stark Industries is done selling death, and you can either support this move or resign..."
"This is madness!" Jameson exploded again, his voice cracking in desperation. "You can't expect us to just follow along blindly—"
"Madness or not," Pepper interrupted sharply, staring him down coldly, "This is the path we're taking. Tony is committed, I'm committed, and that's final! Tony Stark is choosing a more responsible path now, and he's even keeping more responsible company. I think we should all support this decision."
Silence fell over the boardroom, the tension thick enough to taste.
The tense silence shattered abruptly as Pepper’s phone began buzzing insistently on the polished conference table, its vibration echoing loudly through the quiet room. She sighed softly, keeping her calm, professional demeanor firmly in place. "Excuse me," she said coolly, picking up the phone and holding it discreetly to her ear.
"Ms. Potts," came a weary voice on the other end, unmistakably tired and clearly irritated. "This is the Malibu Chief of Police. We have Tony Stark and his...adopted son, Blake, in custody. They were caught racing at extremely high speeds down the Pacific Coast Highway. Would you like to come bail them out?"
Pepper felt heat flood her cheeks, embarrassment mixing sharply with anger. She was silently thankful she hadn't placed the call on speaker, especially after her speech on responsibility. Her jaw tightened as she lowered her voice to a furious whisper. "Yes, I'll be there shortly," she hissed, ending the call abruptly.
Slowly, Pepper forced a composed smile onto her face, turning smoothly back towards the stunned board members. "We'll reconvene tomorrow morning," she announced calmly, her voice steady and firm. "I expect everyone to come back with cooler heads and practical solutions for the company. Right now, I have an important personal matter to handle with Mr. Stark."
With careful dignity, Pepper rose from Tony’s extravagant chair, smoothing down the front of her tailored suit as she exited the boardroom. As soon as the door closed behind her, her calm expression melted into a furious scowl.
She was definitely going to throttle Tony Stark and chew Blake out thoroughly for nearly humiliating her in front of the entire board. The reckless idiots were in for one hell of a lecture! And now she was going to need to destress again. Blake would definitely be spending tonight with her as well to help her out with that!
– Agent Coulson –
Agent Coulson leaned forward with genuine surprise, his eyes narrowing in disbelief at what the technician seated before the glowing computer screen had just reported. "You already found Akeno Himejima?" Coulson asked sharply.
They had only started the search a few hours ago, and he hadn't expected results this quickly.
The technician nodded enthusiastically, fingers dancing rapidly over the keyboard before a crystal-clear image popped up on the monitor. Coulson’s eyebrows shot up as he studied the girl closely. Her smooth skin, striking eyes, and curvaceous figure were an uncanny match to Shuri’s, the resemblance so strong it was startling. "Well, that’s definitely her," Coulson confirmed, carefully reading through the detailed information displayed on the screen. "Kuoh Academy in Japan, interesting," he muttered thoughtfully.
Coulson turned his head slightly, glancing at Natasha who stood just behind him, arms folded impatiently over her chest. Her expression was tight with irritation, clearly eager for action. "Do you want to take this to Blake Himejima, or should I handle it?" he asked, trying to hide his amused smirk.
Natasha scowled deeply, rolling her eyes as she sighed dramatically. "I'll handle it," she grumbled irritably. "Fury assigned ME to bring Blake closer to S.H.I.E.L.D., and I'm not about to screw this up."
"Of course not," Coulson responded dryly, his lips twitching into a slight smirk as he looked back to the technician. "Find Blake’s location for us. Is he still at Stark’s mansion?"
The technician quickly tapped keys again, then stared at the results, eyes wide and mouth open in shock. "Actually, sir," the technician stammered awkwardly, "both Blake Himejima and Tony Stark are currently in Malibu Jail. They were arrested by local police for racing at extremely high speeds down the PCH."
Coulson blinked slowly. “Huh?” Somehow, this was exactly the sort of thing he had come to expect from Tony Stark—even after the man was rescued. And it seemed Stark was already in the process of corrupting his enhanced son-in-law.
What a shocker... NOT!
Natasha grinned. "This is perfect," she announced smugly. "I’ll go bail Blake out myself and personally deliver this good news! I'm sure he'll be oh' so grateful to me he might end up spilling a few secrets of his! to me"
Coulson kind of doubted it, but figured it wouldn't hurt for her to try.
XXX
Whenever you watch the best police chases on youtube, they’re all in California for some reason. Also, Blake and Tony will be fine obviously. Everyone knows rich people never stay in jail… (insert crying emoji)
Comments
Michael Mounts
hell even the tank chase was in california
CornFlake
I asked that last chapter: Are they DXD Devils or Devils like in "Fallen Gamer"?
