Chapter 38: Chapter 37: Game On The Horizon [01]

37: Game On The Horizon [01]

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Kunar Province, Afghanistan.

The fuscous-brown desert could kill anyone. It was the most desolate and lonesome environment you could ever find yourself in. The monotony of this parched wilderness was difficult to explain. It was a crucible of death, a bone-dry basin of vastness and death.

Scrawling sounds would fill the air of this flat and barren land at night. In the day, screaming hawks would fly overhead as usual. Basted and blazed by the sun. Tongues swollen from the lack of water.

The immensity of this place could only be burned into your brain, the only visual relief in this brown hot place being the spiny cactus slowly losing its greenery and merging with the fuscous color of everything else, or the cholla bush that would jump from one place to another in the hot wind of this deadly desert.

Food was a scarcity, and water a luxury.

In this exact place, during the apex of the day, in the shimmering hot rays of the sun, and the wavy heat emanating from the ground, the song “Black in Black” by AC/DC boomed as a convoy drove through.

The convoy consisted of the US military. It moved like a snake through the sand. The Humvees fitted with miniguns.

In a gunless armored car between the pack of cars, sat soldiers and one certain individual. Wearing an expensive black designer suit, expensive Ray-Bans-looking glasses, and a pair of, guess what, expensive shoes, sat a man who appeared like any other rich second-generation.

But there was, however, a difference between this particular man and the typical rich second-generation bastards. This one, was not a failure. He was definitely a bastard though.

“I feel like you’re driving me to a court-martial,” said the man, Tony Stark, quirking his lips playfully in the quiet interior of this soldiers-packed Humvee. “This is crazy. What did I do? I feel like you’re going to pull over and snuff me.”

Seeing that his magic had yet to work and that the soldiers were quiet, Tony Stark continued.

“What, you’re not allowed to talk? Hey, Forrest!”

“We can talk, sir.” The soldier in the passenger seat said.

“Oh, I see.” Tony nodded. “So, It’s personal?”

The woman who was driving the vehicle shook her head, “No, you intimidate them.”

Tony gasped, “Good God, you’re a woman. I honestly… I couldn’t have called that. I mean, I’d apologize, but isn’t that what we’re going for here? I thought of you as a soldier first.” Tony put his foot in his mouth, clarifying, jokingly of course.

“I’m an airman.” The woman corrected.

“Well,” Tony looked her up and down. “You’re a woman, so airwoman?”

The woman shot him a look over her shoulder.

“Well, you have, actually, excellent bone structure, there. I'm kind of having a hard time not looking at you now. Is that weird?” As Tony worked his magic, the soldiers in the vehicle laughed while some just chuckled. “Come on, it’s okay, laugh.”

“Sir, I have a question to ask.” A soldier asked.

“Yes, please.”

“Is it true you went 12 for 12 with last year's Maxim cover models?”

“That is an excellent question. Yes and no. March and I had a scheduling conflict, but fortunately, the Christmas cover was twins. Anything else?”

The soldier sitting right next to Tony Stark raised his hand.

“You’re kidding me with that hand up, right?” Tony asked jokingly.

The soldier, Jimmy, shook his head and asked.

“Is it cool if I take a picture with you?”

“Yes. It’s very cool.” Tony said like it was the coolest thing ever as Jimmy pulled out a camera and handed it over to the soldier in the front seat. “Though, I don’t want to see this on your MySpace page.” Tony joked as Jimmy put up a peace sign for the photo.

“Please, no gang sign.” Jimmy was going to bring his hand down when Tony said. “No, throw it up. I’m just kidding.”

Tony put a peace sign (✌) as he continued, “Yeah, peace. I love peace. I’d be out of a job with peace.”

“Come on. Hurry up.” Jimmy said to the soldier in the front seat. “Just click it. Don’t change any settings. Just click it.”

As the picture was about to be taken, something hit the vehicle in front of them, and in a single longest moment, the car blew up in front of Tony. Tony paled, hearing gunshots and such hitting the side of their vehicle.

“What's going on?” he asked, hoping that someone would answer him.

“Contact left!”

The driver, the ‘airwoman’, stepped out of the car to go into combat, only to be shot down.

Another soldier went out, shouting, “Jimmy! Stay with Stark!”

“Stay down!” Jimmy yelled, pushing Stark down.

“Y-yeah,” Tony Stark would admit, he was fucking panicking right now. What the fuck was happening?!

Meanwhile, the soldier who was sitting in the front seat got out of the car but was shot too.

Jimmy gritted his teeth, looking at Stark for a single moment before cursing under his breath and rushing out of the car as well.

“Son of a bitch!” he shouted.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Give me a gun!” Tony yelled, afraid to be left alone without any means of protecting himself.

“Stay here!” Jimmy ordered, and turned back around, ready to shoot. But before he could even get a chance, bullets were rained down on him too. The remaining bullets pierced the vehicle Tony was in, Jimmy’s blood gushing through some of them.

Tony struggled his way out of the vehicle, breathing heavily. He couldn’t hear a thing but a piercing high-frequency gnawing at his ears constantly. His other senses were dulled too. Tony stumbled falling down in midst of this chaos before quickly getting up and running behind a rock as some of his hearing came back. He pulled out his phone with his trembling hand to contact anyone and call for help.

Just then, however, with a resounding thud he’d never forget in his lifetime, a bomb landed right next to him. Tony paled as looked over, then, he saw what was written on it.

Stark Industries.

Tony tried to get up and get away from the bomb—his creation. But, as if to laugh at him, time wasn’t on his side and with a thundering boom, the bomb exploded, forcing him to fly through the air and smash against the ground, hard.

Tony’s eyes were almost bulging out, his senses were dull again, and something wet was trickling down his ear—which constantly rang in a high frequency. A jolt of pain erupted from his chest, reverberating through his whole body just after as it got registered by his brain.

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Tony breathed in heavily, and the pain increase. He pulled down his shirt, which was dyed in red—his blood. The blood made a small pool on the scorching desert as Tony went in and out of consciousness a few times before his vision darkened.

As said at the start…

The fuscous-brown desert could kill anyone…

And kill it did…

Many people…

But one particular billionaire would survive, emerging as someone who’d be remembered for the coming thousands of years, carving his name in the annals of history.

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It was the last day of Peter’s suspension. He and May were sitting on the sofa in the living room, kissing and playing with each other while the T.V. was running in the background.

May hungrily devoured Peter’s lips as her tongue roamed inside while she teased his rock-hard cock which was pocking through his clothes with her glistening pussy—which was also inside her clothes.

“Oh, Peter…” she whispered as Peter threw her under him and felt her breasts, ending the kiss on the lips as he moved down and planted a kiss on her neck—which already had a hickey on it.

Peter rubbed his knee in her crotch as May moaned slightly, arching before chuckling as she kissed him again.

“Why don’t we get naked agai-” May was going to suggest when something caught Peter’s interest on T.V.

“Breaking news!” the ads running were replaced by a beautiful hot woman who looked a bit shaken. “Tony Stark is missing! It is thought he’s been dead or kidnapped. On his recent trip to Afghanistan, the genius playboy hosted a demonstration of the new Stark Industries’ Jericho missile which was designed for the United States Air Force…”

“What the f…” Peter muttered and pushed May away slightly.

On the T.V., Tony Stark’s image was being shown with the headline. As he saw all this, Peter frowned heavily.

‘[Iron Man], already?’

Peter’s frown deepened.

If Tony was in Afghanistan, that meant only one thing. He was kidnapped and brought to that cave where he would make his first-ever Iron-Man suit. Mark 1.

The origin of the iconic, and one of the best-written characters.

‘Shit.’

Peter cursed.

This just threw some of the things he’d been preparing for out of the window. He knew that Stark Industries' stock would rapidly fall when Tony got eventually kidnapped. And if it was going to be around his predicted time, then Peter would already have had money at that point and he could buy the stock.

Easy money when the stock eventually rose again.

But this unexpected shift in the time—which he’d been suspecting since he met She-Hulk for the first time, but had ignored for the sake of his mental health—would make him lose money.

Fuck.

His plan was to release the game and use the money he’d earn from it to buy Tony’s stock, but now that wasn’t possible as his game wasn’t finished. Not yet. And Peter didn’t really have any money on hand to buy anything.

But he still might be able to profit from this….

‘How long was Tony kidnaped again?’

He thought, trying to remember for how long he’d been kidnapped.

If his memory was serving him right, then Tony would be in that cave for a few months at the least. Peter really needed to earn some money before that if he wanted something from the big pie known as Tony’s stock—which was plummeting as he pondered over this shit.

“What happened, Peter?” May asked as she looked behind her at the T.V.

She frowned as she saw Stark’s image plastered there.

“I don’t like this man,” she said, her nose scrunched a bit.

Peter snapped out of his mind and slapped May on her ass.

“May…” he whispered against her ears. “I’m in a bad mood, and I’m gonna use you to vent.”

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[Task Complete! Give Cunnilingus; Get Fellatio; Vaginal sex; Anal sex; and Hardcore!]

[+800 SP]

[29,000/20,000 SP]

Peter sighed in contentment, throwing May down on the couch as his cock slipped out of her pussy, cum dripping out of it as she landed down with a moan.

He stood up, slapped her already red ass, and walked into his room naked. After cleaning up, he sat on his chair and booted up his pc. He’s going to have to complete the game soon.

If the 'game'—canon plot of the MCU—was on the horizon and Tony was kidnapped. This meant opportunity.

Then, his game—Temple Run—needed to be on the horizon too if he wanted to benefit from this situation.

So, Peter worked on the game, finding any errors or bugs before he fixed them.

Peter had read multiple books on coding, game design, and other tech-related subjects in these two weeks. His Parker mind—mutated even more after his rebirth (Note: Chapter 10's rebirth)—worked wonders when it came to learning new things. And just because of that, Peter had managed to learn Magic, spells, coding, game-dev, and a lot of different stuff.

Magik, that girl, had helped him a lot, and Peter had started liking her somewhat. She was cute.

Anyways, after working on his game for a while, Peter made another build and installed it on his phone before opening the game.

As [Parker Industries] faded in, Peter remembered that he needed a logo for his yet-to-be-made company as well.

Anyways, Peter was ready to test his game for the last time tonight.

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