Toni Stark Wants A Wife

"I want a wife," Toni Stark said simply. "I need someone to cook, to clean, to help me out in the lab, help me...well, relieve some urges."

Moonstone, floating in the anti-gravity field, kept her poker face on. She took in the disheveled appearance of the woman, the fluffy slippers, the bags under her eyes, the thin limbs, and the armored breastplate. Not exactly dating material, much less fuckable. Still...

"Deal," Karla said. "I know an agency, I can set you up..."

"I'm not asking for a mail-order whore," Toni said with a frown. "I need somebody...special. Intelligent. Strong. Beautiful. Someone who understands this life. A super."

Karla licked her lips. She was afraid of something like that.

"Fine. I know some single women in the community. I can use my powers to...facilitate an introduction. It's not mind control, you understand. But I can get you a date, make them amenable. You'll still need to rely on your own charisma...a little. Romance them. But I can help with that."

"I'm sure you can," Toni said. "I've got an idea of who I want. We'll talk about that later. Anyway, let's see what we're dealing with in regards to Doom's tech."

The field that Karla was in shifted. She seemed to slide through the air. It wasn't like flying; she was utterly powerless, rotating softly in the anti-gravity. Toni slipped on a pair of red-and-gold gauntlets with glowing palms and guided her head into a kind of horizontal tube.

It hummed to life. Moonstone froze, instantly paralyzed.

"Time-synch field," Toni muttered. "Just in case Doom left any little surprises in there."

For long minutes, Karla floated there. Unable to move. Unable even to breathe, although it seemed like she didn't need to. She could hear Toni mutter under her breath about "gravitational lenses" and "elegant directional protocols." There were moments when Moonstone's forehead grew white hot, when her eyes glowed on her own. She felt the alien gemstone at her core pulse, and bits and pieces of tech around the room crashed.

At one point, Toni leaned over her and fed in probes through Moonstone's ears and nostrils. Close enough that she could smell the other woman. The accumulated grime of one too many showers missed, of cheap whiskey and some sort of engine grease. It should have been foul. Yet it reminded Karla of the smell of a mechanic, someone not afraid to get their hands dirty. An honest, earthy smell. Then the probes punched through bone, and the wet copper taste of blood filled her mouth. She had the disturbing sensation of something crawling along the inside of her skull.

The alternate Iron Man's mutterings became less technical. Moonstone felt her cheeks flushed as Toni commented on her "nice tits," and "I always liked blondes." The gauntleted hands ran over her body, and the low-level repulsors seemed to massage Moonstone's muscles. One hand hovered a little too long over Moonstone's crotch, and if she could have, Karla would have bit her lip as she felt the warm flush in her pussy grow and spread as her clit was softly buffeted. Toni mumbled something about "nice and responsive."

Until, at last, the paralysis effect ended. The antigravity field ceased. Moonstone felt herself floating under her own power.

"Doom was clever," Toni said. "The implants did a lot more than he told you. They can help to direct your powers, yes; but they can also activate and deactivate them remotely. There's even a kill switch. He could make your body compress itself into a gravitational singularity. Incredibly clever. I've managed to disable his external controls, added a few little improvements. You should no longer feel that vibration in your skull when you use the implants."

Moonstone sat up. She didn't feel any different...and she gnawed on that thought, immediately suspicious.

"You're wondering if I'm lying. Trying to trick you," Toni said, hands on her hips. "Just to get my wife."

"The thought crossed my mind," Karla admitted. "How do I know you did anything?"

Toni smiled.

"Go ahead. Use your powers. See if you can tell the difference."