Draculas first flight in a Plane.

Tony Stark

Before he could react in any way to the image he saw on the monitor, the door opened and Nikki came in.

"Mr. Stark? What are you still doing here?"

"Uh..." stammered Tony, frantically thinking about what he had forgotten this time while deactivating the monitor so as not to frighten her.

"The Avengers have gathered upstairs! They're just waiting for you! Looks like Mr. Pym got beat up pretty bad. I suggest you forget everything else for now and make yourself available upstairs!" she said very firmly, walking over to the closet and holding out a suit to him. "Also, I remind you that Ms. Potts will be back in town tomorrow. I must say that I am very proud that you have remained loyal to her. Therefore, I will not inform her about your lapse! But you "must" concentrate on your work for now and block out everything else!" she said while Tony hastily threw on his suit.

There was little that could really focus his mind for any length of time. The fact that one of his friends had been hurt was clearly one of them. He was so fixated that he didn't even have an eye for the beauty of Nikki. He stormed out of the room and ran upstairs as fast as he could. Nikki was right. He had to concentrate fully on Pym now.

Quietly and silently, there was still a voice trying to remind him of the image on the monitor, but as soon as he entered the control center, that voice had completely faded away. Tony might be a genius, but his mind worked very specifically.

But for him to forget such an image so easily, such an **** turn in his physical well-being, was unusual even for him.

As he walked toward the table of his friends, the shadow of a woman was seen standing on the opposite skyscraper. With an amused giggle, the woman turned away and nodded in satisfaction. Apparently, everything was going just as she had imagined. The knowledge of the transformation would soon have left Tony's mind. It was better for the grand plan if the werewolf curse raged unnoticed in his body a little longer.

Meanwhile, in Paris.

Pepper was standing on the balcony in a nightgown, shivering badly. It was just above freezing and yet she didn't dare leave the balcony. The sun had just set and she was waiting for Dracula. He had simply disappeared and yet she hoped that he would return. After all, he had said that he would need her services. Pepper was aware that she wasn't acting like herself, but she just blamed all these strange thoughts on the vampire's powerful presence.

"Are you waiting for me?" she suddenly heard Dracula's voice beside her. Startled, she pulled to the side and stared at the man next to her. Out of nowhere, he had simply appeared on the balcony and was smiling. Immediately her knees went weak and she couldn't make a sound.

"You... how do you do that?" she finally asked as he pointed to the door.

"Let's go inside. You must be cold." He smiled politely and Pepper gratefully accepted the offer. As soon as they were inside, Dracula closed the door and smiled at her. "I see you've been waiting for me?" he finally smiled as he sat down. "I would like to talk to you about some things."

"You're welcome, Count." She nodded, trying to pull herself together.

"What do you think will happen now? That I will give you the gift of eternal life for your service?"

Pepper swallowed hard at this question. Since she had met him, this question had been very present in her mind and she had thought about it a lot. Still, such a direct question was apt to throw her off a bit.

"To be honest, Count, this is not necessarily an aspired goal of mine. At least not yet. I would like to spend a little time with you first to distinguish reality from fiction. If I may be honest. I don't think the transformation of me would be of much service to you." She said, trembling a little, but the trembling disappeared as he began to smile.

"A wise answer. Especially considering your beauty. Many women in previous ages would have been lured by the temptation of eternal beauty and youth, but not you." Nodding with satisfaction, he smiled.

"And what does that mean now?" she dared to ask.

"It means that you will help me find my way in this new and strange world. You will from now on act only in my interest. You will subordinate everything else to me from now on!" he said calmly and matter-of-factly, smiling at her.

"Count... with all due respect... we don't live in the 11th century anymore. It's not that I don't want to help you, but I am married and have responsibilities in my husband's company." She said but Dracula just smiled.

"Forgive me, but that was neither a request nor a polite phrase. I have tasted your blood, the first time to satisfy my hunger, the second time to gain your knowledge. I gladly confess that I have by no means understood everything, but fate has led you to my path and I have seen that it has always been your desire to serve me!" he said calmly and yet his voice sounded incredibly powerful at the moment. "You WILL serve me. And deep inside you have known for a long time that you WANT to serve me. You dream that I will **** you, that you will experience my power in your own body. But that will not happen. I will not break your will; I will not rewrite your mind. And yet you will serve from now on."

Pepper swallowed hard when she heard his words. Unfortunately, she had to admit that he was absolutely right. Until now she had still hoped that she would find the inner strength to resist, but now it was clear to her that a man like Dracula would not need mystical powers to convert her. She had long since fallen for him and so she smiled. A small part of her was even glad that it was finally over, or had he already cast his spell on her. This thought alone made her fantasies go crazy as she looked at him.

"And... what do you want to do with me?" she asked.

"I wish to know your homeland. This place you call America. There shall be my new home. So, I need a ship that sails across the ocean or something like that. And there I need a place to rest."

"As you wish Count Dracula... If you wish we can leave immediately." She said and when Dracula rose, she nodded and let the carriage drive up. While Dracula was already used to it, he was fascinated by the strange device that stood in front of him when he got out. It was like a long tube of metal with flat surfaces on the side. Irritated, he climbed a small staircase behind Pepper and then took a seat in a luxuriously appointed room. Then he could feel the whole room moving. However, he wondered why such a large carriage was needed when the smaller one allowed him to travel quickly.

The feeling of movement suddenly changed and he had a strange feeling as if they were speeding up and a strange pressure pressed him into the chair. Confused, he looked at Pepper, but she didn't seem to see this as a cause for concern. Therefore, he relaxed a little, especially since the strange feeling quickly subsided. But as he looked out the window, he could see the city below from far above.

Pepper smirked when she saw Dracula hanging on the small window pane and looking out. His face was literally hanging on the window as the plane climbed higher and higher. Thanks to the design and the Repulsor engines, the interior was completely quiet. Except for the brief acceleration at takeoff, you could almost forget you were aboard an airplane.

"Please Count. Won't you sit down?" she smiled whereupon Dracula sat down again.

"A flying metal boxes!" he marveled as a stewardess entered the room and inquired if the two wanted a drink.

"This is an airplane. It's much faster than any ship. If you listen carefully, you'll hear it any second." Smiled she.

"Hear?" asked Dracula, confused, concentrating on his hearing. Then he heard it. It was like a distant thunder. A loud thump, but not a sound he had ever heard. "What was that?" he asked, irritated.

"That was the sound barrier we broke. Don't worry about it, Count. Everything is all right. Flying is the safest way to travel."

Only 15 minutes later, Dracula was again hanging at the window, staring out. Below him were the clouds, between them he could see the ocean. Above him, half the moon could be seen. Even he had never seen the world from this perspective. Nervously, he took his seat again and looked at Pepper.

"So... how...high are we again?" he asked uncertainly, a small bead of blood sweat running down his forehead. Pepper raised a brow and frowned. It almost looked like Dracula was scared.

"Right now, about 35000 feet.... uh... that's about 10km.... so 10000 meters." She smiled and saw Dracula's hands clawing into the leather of the chair.

"Ten... kilometers? HIGH! Above the ground! What happens when this device of the devil stops working its magic and stops flying?"

"Oh... mhm... so right now we're flying at Mach 5. If something went wrong then the plane would probably explode right away." She nodded calmly and sipped her wine.

"Explode? You mean... we're all going to die?" he gulped before asking. "What's a Mach?"

"Oh... it's the speed of sound. So, a little over 6000km per hour. So, we should be landing in New York in a little less than 45 minutes."

"6000km/h." stammered Dracula as he realized that this devil's box was faster than he was. He was trapped in this device he didn't understand and was at the mercy of forces he didn't understand or could control. If his heart was still beating, it would now be beating like mad. "Fear" when was the last time I felt fear?" it went through his head.

"Count, isn't this fast enough for you? We can fly a little faster if you like!" asked Pepper who could now clearly see the individual beads of blood on the vampire's forehead and had to grin as he shook his head.

"Then how about some kind of... distraction?" she smiled, grinning. "Sex always helped with my husband when he was nervous." Grinned she broadly