Tony and Remy Part 13
Tony and Remy 13
Tony waited in his lab, going slowly out of his mind. Steve Rogers waited with
him, doing pushups to relieve tension.
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Lunch came and went, largely untouched . Tony played “pepper” with a tennis ball against the wall. Throwing it harder and quicker as he stepped closer to the tile wall, stretching his reflexes, until he was four feet away and only just had space to whip his arm forward.
Finally, at 12:30 his phone beeped.
“A text…” he kept his voice flat even as he scurried to his desk to retrieve his smart phone.
“They picked Mark up in a van..” he read. “Heading east. Wont tell him where they are going.”
Tony flipped a switch under the table top and a monitor came to life on the wall. A road map of California and a flashing red dot. Both men studied the map.
“They’re not going to an airport. Where ever they are going is close enough to drive instead of fly.” Tony puzzled out aloud. “Any ideas.”
“Actually yes, a couple. Give me a few minutes…There! Look. “
The red dot made an abrupt right angle move north.
“ I know where they are headed.” Steve slapped his hand down on the table top for emphasis. “Fort Irwin. An isolated Army base out in the Mojave Desert. Exactly where I would have taken him. Even if he escaped he couldn’t go far before the heat cooked his brain. And you can see if a car approaches from miles away.”
Excited, Steve picked up his shield and moved to the door, “Come on Tony”
“Let me suit up. Give me thirty seconds.” Tony stepped onto the staging area and in twenty five seconds was clomping after Steve.
“You’re going to drive in your suit?” Steve asked.
“At least until we get close. We need to work out our strategy and then I’ll take off.”
The two men blew past Pepper at the lab door.
“We’ve found him!” Tony shouted, and they thundered down the hallway and out the doors into the bright daylight.
By two o’clock Remy was past begging. He threatened the tech viciously.
“Let me out of here or I will rip your lungs out through your asshole!”.he hissed.
“The whole fucking army won’t be able to save you! I will put my fist through your eye socket and yank your brains out.! Don’t turn away! Get these fucking straps off me now Norman! Norman! “
But the only sound that left his mouth was a harsh mumbling sound. Like he was shouting in his sleep.
There was a commotion in the hallway outside the door, barely discernible above the screams of the latest brutalized victim on screen. Norman paused with his notes, pen suspended above paper, and waited. Then the door swung open.
Out of the corner of his eye Remy saw Mark enter the room. His heart leapt. Tony must be here. No doubt reading the riot act to General Beck while a platoon of lawyers slapped down a foot high stack of cease and desist orders and warrants for Beck’s arrest and god knows what else.
“Shut that racket off,” Mark told the tech.
Norman typed a command into his tablet and the screen went dark. Remy nearly cheered but only a dry rasp came out of his mouth.
“I’ve got the memory drive.” Mark held up a silver object the size of a lighter. “ And a reader.”
Norman the tech was jubilant and slightly jealous. “How did you get that?”
“I gave myself a parting gift from Stark Industries when Tony gave me the boot.”
“You’re not working for him anymore?” Norman asked.
“Not since he found out I was working for Beck. Don’t worry about me, though, the General says he will take good care of me.” as he spoke he bent over Remy. Remy caught a flicker of concern in Mark’s eye, which he quickly blinked away.
“Where’s Tony?” Remy asked. What came out sounded more like the squeak of a chair being dragged across a linoleum floor.
“Jesus. Did you guys give him a stroke?” Mark looked up at the tech.
Norman waved his concerns away. “No. He’s fine, just the drugs affecting his speech.”
Mark whistled. “What drugs did this?”
Norman swelled with pride. “Its my own cocktail. The General was getting desperate and asked me to whip up something to ‘loosen his mind’ a little.” he joined Mark as he bent over Remy. “ Some sodium pentothal, amobarbital and six times the legal limit of seroquel.”
“Holy shit! How is he not in a coma?”
“Aha!” Norman held up his index finger for dramatic affect. “An entire gram of the purest cocaine Columbian narcos have to offer.”
Reflexively Mark grabbed Remy’s wrist to check his pulse. Norman noticed.
“That’s not necessary. I have him hooked up to six different monitoring devices. He’s perfectly fine.”
“Pulse rate 150. That’s hardly optimal.”
“Oh, his heart rate can stay at 150 all day long. We’ve had him to 200 without any damage.”
The men were distracted from their patient by a commotion outside on the blacktop.
Norman wandered to the window. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, guess what. Captain America is here.”
“Captain America?” Norman said with skepticism.
“Believe it. He pulled in right behind me.” he joined Norman at the window.
“ I think he wants to field test his new shield.”
They watched for a bit as a crowd of soldiers gathered around a humvee. Steve Rogers stood on the hood and was giving some sort of impromptu pep rally to the crowd of grinning and cheering troops around him.
“I’m not paying you two to gawk out the window.”
The two men spun around to see General Beck standing in the door way.
“We’ve got precious little time left and I have some DOD friendly congressmen waiting in the observation room. Get that memory in him.”
“Which one?” Norman asked.
“The one Mark just brought. And piggy back one of ours onto it, I need something to show these guys to keep funding for next year.”
He spun around and left without waiting for an answer.
“Ok. How does this thing work.” Norman took the memory drive out of Mark’s hand.
“Let me show you.” For the next five minutes the two men set up the reader, ran some wires and connected the video feed from the reader to the big screen. A squawk came over the intercom…
“Any time gentlemen….”
“Here. Toss me those electrodes. I’ll attach them on this side.” Mark said to Norman, who happily flipped two wires across Remy’s chest. Mark grabbed them, and as he worked, he loosened the strap on Remy’s left hand, not taking it off, but just nudging the buckle out of it’s seat. Norman, working feverishly on the other side, never noticed.
“Done.” said Mark, and stepped back.
“Me too. Now what?”
“Just hit ‘play’” said Mark. He stepped back three steps more. Norman looked at the reader and found the ‘play’ button. He pressed it and the screen came to life again, and this time so did Remy.
A woman, someone he knew, her name was…Beth… that’s it, was nervous, frightened. They were in a small office, crowded with a desk and a couple of chairs. Trapped. A man and woman in uniform were interrogating them.
It was a shame. They were almost free. The taste of regret filled Remy’s mouth. He smiled at the male guard. Joked. All of this was some misunderstanding. But the male guard never smiled back and the female guard uncovered a gaping wound on Beth’s leg. Somehow this was the worst thing that could have happened. He was sure of it. His heart began to pound violently, although he was ever so careful not to betray a flicker of anxiety to the guard.
On the monitor, the pulse rate rose from 150 to 165 then 180. Norman was fascinated. He beamed at Mark.
“It’s working.“ then to the closed circuit camera over the door, he spoke loudly.
“It is working. We are getting actual body changes. Heart rate, perspiration, blood pressure, breathing quick and shallow. It is going in General.”
Mark was pressed back against the wall now, watching closely. He could see that Remy was balling and unballing his fists. His forearms were working against the restraints, testing them. On the screen now four more men entered the office, filling it with their bulk. Mark was fascinated as the expression on Remy’s face, as he lay in the dentist chair, mirrored the expression on the TV Remy, who was just at this moment smiling at the group of burly guards as though he found the whole thing most amusing.
From the monitoring equipment he could hear the increasingly frenetic beat of his heart.
“Wow, look Mark, his skin temp is up to 101.” Norman shared this information with an astonished smile.
“You don’t want to do that.” Remy said from his chair, mimicking the dialogue from the screen. A guard pulled a scanner from his pocket and held it up to Remy. It beeped and flashed red “past due”
“Everyone’s got to be a fucking hero.” Remy said as the guard pulled his pistol. He yanked his left arm out of the opened restraint and reached across his body to unbuckle his right arm.
Norman was confused for a split second, too caught up in the recording of data and watching Remy knock the pistol out of the guards hand and then spin to punch another guard. By the time onscreen Remy had pulled a plaque off the wall and bashed a guard over the head with it, real life Remy was free of the chair. He spun and as he turned electrodes began to pop off of his sweaty skin. The monitors began to go silent.
Norman turned to the raging man.
“Wait a minute , Remy. Sit back down.” Norman held his clip board like a shield before his chest. Remy snatched it out of his hands and cracked it into two pieces across his face. Then he stepped forward, his face twisted in rage and threw Norman against the wall and pinned him there with a hand around his throat.
The door crashed open and half a dozen army personnel burst in. Remy side kicked the first man to enter, driving him back into the man behind him. Mark dove under a desk by the window.
Remy could no longer see Beth, but he heard her cries as she fought. This was it for them. If they didn’t make it out, they would be dead in minutes. His hand still on Norman, he swung him around like a rag doll and flung him in the direction of the next attacker. Stepping in behind him he yanked the soldier’s gun out of his holster and hammered the back of his head with his own gun butt.
An arm wrapped around his neck., instinctively Remy bent over and flipped the off balance attacker over his shoulder and laid him out on his back. Stepping hard on his chest he moved on to the next man standing who had brought his pistol out and was shouting at Remy to stand down. Remy brought his new found gun up and shot the man in the shoulder, spinning him around, and kicking his gun clear as the man fell.
He couldn’t see Beth in the room.. But he heard her voice shouting in the hallway outside,
He ran past the two men struggling to rise from the floor and bashed one in the head on the way, kicking the other in the ribs, and then he was racing down the hallway, chasing the sound of Beth’s voice calling his name.
Mark crawled out from under the table, and pulled out his cell phone.
“He’s loose,” he said in a quiet voice, slid the phone back in his pocket, and then moved to help the injured.
Remy stopped at a fire exit to the blacktop. He took the time to look outside and noticed a growing clump of men following a humvee to the shooting range. It seemed a jubilant parade was in process, drawing all attention to it. No one was on the perimeter that he could see. Beth’s voice had gotten so far away he could only hear it as a whisper. The sound of boot heels running down the corridor behind him made him push the door open and run out. Turning to the left he ran behind some buildings until clear of humans, and then ran for the fence.
Before he could place one hand on the fence, a blur of red dipped down out of the sky, and one and a half seconds later he was over the fence, and over the ground flying low and fast.
“Tony!” he shouted, “I have to go back and get Beth.”
“We will, but first we have to get you safe.”
Ten miles from the base a small cluster of hills and boulders rose from the desert floor. Not mountains, not even foot hills, but a geological anomaly from the ancient past. Native Americans had made use of these hills and the shelter provided to escape the desert heat.
This is where Tony circled once and set down. Near the top of one hill, he found a cluster of sofa sized boulders that formed an alcove. Pulling Remy behind him, he ducked into this shelter and flung himself down, ripping his helmet off as soon as he sat.
“Tony!” Remy exclaimed. “Beth. She’s back there. I have to get her.”
Tony held Remy by the hand and yanked him to the ground beside him. Looking into his bodyguard’s eyes, he saw pupils the size of saucers.
Remy was drugged out of his gourd.
“This could be a challenge.” Tony said to himself.
Remy leapt back to his feet.
“You have to take me back Tony. They will kill her. She may be dead already.” hysteria was rising in Remy’s voice.
“Oh God.” Tony rubbed his temples with the finger tips of both hands.
“Come on!” Remy was scrambling back out into broad daylight. Tony heard the sound of helicopters. He levered himself back up and ran after Remy, catching him and hauling him back to the rocks just as a Blackhawk flew over low.
Remy struggled like a wildcat. Tony pinned him by laying across his body. The heaviness of the Iron Man suit drove all the air out of Remy’s lungs. And when the younger man had to stop struggling for lack of oxygen, Tony climbed off and sat back, watching him.
Doggedly Remy moved to stand. Tony slid his legs around and knocked him off his feet.
“Remy, Remy listen.” Remy could only hear the cries of Beth and the soldiers.
Exhaling mightily, Tony straddled Remy. Not an easy thing to do in a suit of armor. Ripping his gloves off, Tony pinned Remy’s arms out to the side and brought his face down to his friends’. He stared him in the eyes. And then finally he kissed him.
This seemed to bring Remy back, a little. He kissed Tony back.
“Better. Now listen…. Beth is unharmed. Beck wont dare do anything to her, he needs her as bait to get you back. Got it?”
Remy bit his bottom lip and nodded.
“Also, Captain America is on the job. Remember Steve? From the lab? He will get her out of there and bring her back to SI.”
Tony could see Remy fight to digest this information in his drugged state.
“We have to wait until dark to fly back to SI . If we fly in the day time, we will be seen, and the Army will simply come to SI and grab you both. Do You Understand?”
Remy nodded.
“Good.” Tony said, and kissed Remy again.
When he sat up and removed his hands from Remy’s arms, Remy reached for him and found the trigger mechanism on the side that folded the suit section up. In a few seconds, Tony was in his A-frame, his blue arc reactor glowing from under the ribbed material.
Remy explored Tony’s chest with his hands, tracing pectorals and ribs, abs and obliques, until Tony was the one feeling light headed. He moaned softly and Remy’s eyes shown a little brighter.
Remy pulled Tony’s head back down and kissed him again. It was a desperate action. Tony could feel it- like the first time in his private room off the study. Remy was using him, his mouth and body to anchor his reeling mind to some state of reality.
Remy could feel his sanity creeping back to him. He could also feel himself growing hard, pressing into the smooth metal of the bottom half of the suit.
As if reading his mind, Tony staggered to his feet and deftly removed the bottom half, boots and all.
Tony hurried. Already, just for the few seconds he was physically disconnected from Remy, he could hear his friends breath become ragged and quick.
Remy’s mind was flying back across the desert to that last memory forced back into his brain. To Beth crying, to them fighting for not just themselves but each other. For another second to think and feel and be, to defy the ignoble end of being disemboweled and discarded like an empty wrapper. Like he had done to so many others. If he could save Beth. If only he could just save Her. Then it was an atonement of sorts….
“Hey!” Tony was standing over him. Remy felt his racing heart slow. Tony with his solid confidence. Tony with his dark shining eyes, the slight twist of the corner of his lip, always a split second from a wise crack. Tony who always knew what to do. His world. His up and down. His gravity.
Remy took a deep breath and expelled it sharply. Then he smiled at Tony and said:
“Don’t just stand there. Fuck me, for christsake.”
Tony laughed. As he sank to his knees he listed the reasons that they should not be engaging in this dangerous activity.
“Might I remind you, we are ten miles from an Army base, still on their property to be honest. And an all out manhunt by air and ground is under way.”
Remy took his hands and pulled Tony onto himself. The solid weight held him down, prevented him from floating into madness.
“And furthermore, we are in a desert. We have no drinking water….”
Remy kissed him, mouth open and desperately drawing solace from Tony’s inexhaustible self assurance.
Breaking away, Tony continued:
“And there is nothing but sand out here.”
Remy rolled them both over until he was astride Tony. He didn’t mind Tony’s prattle. It filled his head, it chased away all other things. Let him talk.
Remy urgently unbuckled Tony’s pants. Unzipping them, he opened them up enough to get to the blue silk of Tony’s boxers.
“Oh, I see, I am the one to get sand in uncomfortable places…” Tony kvetched good naturedly.
Remy pulled free Tony’s cock and every so lightly put the tip between his teeth.
“Good lord!” Tony raised his head up to look down at a grinning Remy, his teeth holding his cock like a tiger holds her cubs. Overwhelmed, Tony flung his head back, better not to see such things. He might not be able to….
“Ohhhhh…” Remy had swallowed his cock, which now lived in the moist cave of his mouth and was growing, expanding to fill Remy’s mouth and …..
“Ahhhh…” Remy was sucking on him. He grew even harder. His hips threatened to raise up and choke Remy with his cock. He placed his right hand behind his head like a pillow and his left lightly on the Army issue buzz cut Remy was sporting these days.
“Oh jeeeezuus….” Remy was sliding his mouth up and down on him now, pausing at the top to spend an extra second on the sensitive tip, exposing it to cooling air, before tucking it back into his mouth for another trip to the velvet of his pallet. Tony groaned.
With each plunge he wondered… “How can I….” “How will I…..”
There was the clank of buckle. Remy was managing to undo his own pants, one handed.
“clever bastard.” Tony thought, “pulling himself off at the same time.”
“There.” Remy raised up, a thin string of saliva still trailing from his mouth to Tony’s shining wet cock.
“There?” Tony asked. He hadn’t finished yet, surely Remy understood this. Then he realized Remy was shucking his pants off, and even more alarming was straddling him again.
“Wait…wait…Remy. I don’t have anything…Ididn’timaginewewould…”
“It’s good enough, Tony.” Remy said, and he pushed himself down onto Tony.
All the air was driven out of Tony’s lungs. It was so tight as to be painful, and yet the electric jolt that shot from his cock up his spine and made him see stars…made the hairs on his head stand up…made him feel his fingertips were on fire…was worth the pain. And then somehow he was in all the way, and it was exquisite.
He heard Remy’s shuddering breath and opened his eyes. Remy was white with the pain, but color was creeping back into his cheeks. His mouth hung slack and Tony could see Remy was in his own universe at that moment. Remy rolled his hips forward and back, allowing some slip, some release, and then his eyes opened up sleepily and he was looking back at Tony. He smiled. Tony felt his chest explode with some kind of crazy emotion.
“There. See.” Remy said, and then… “come on. Do I have to do all the work.”
Tony felt all humanity slip away, slide off of him like an ill fitting shirt. Tony the animal, Tony the predator, rose up and took control. Remy laughed as he felt the change.
And then there were no more words.
Their eyes stayed locked on each other. Tony needed to see he was making a mark, needed to see the spark of pain and pleasure that shot across Remy’s face. Remy needed to see the certainty of Tony’s desire, the raw emotion of want, and the temporary flash of satisfaction with each thrust.
Tony had both hands on Remy’s hips now, holding him where he wanted, impaling him. Remy braced himself on Tony’s forearms, pushing back and down. The sounds of groans and curses filled the shelter. Remy was driving Tony to go faster, Tony complied. In seconds there was a cry and then a shout.
When Tony came back to himself, he was on his side, facing Remy, who was also on his side. The pull on his cock told him they were still connected. As he disengaged himself, Remy’s eyes opened. His pupils were no longer dilated. He was back. Happy to see his old Remy, Tony kissed him softly.
“Well,” Remy licked his dry lips. “We have no water, but I’ve got smokes.” he pulled out his pack of Marlboro Reds, now slightly crushed in spite of the box.
Tony took the package and threw it out of the cave. He pulled Remy closer and tucked him under his arm.
“We have some time to kill til dark.” he said, “we should get some rest.” and he was dozing in ten seconds. Remy laid his head on his chest and got his first peaceful sleep since Beck had tossed him into that van.