Lunar Eclipse

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Iron Man franchise and I am not making any money from this either.

Author's Note: I am very sorry that it's so long since I updated this story. A loss in the family made it almost impossible for me to write for far too long. I do promise, however, that my readers won't have to wait another year for an update. On the other hand, this chapter has sex! Please R & R and read my Author's note at the end of this chapter. Let me know what you think!

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The diminutive CEO whistled in appreciation as he inspected the rows of mechanical robot suits that lined his company's R&D department's factory floor. His own intel informed him that Stark possessed two mechanical suits, both of which went on to thoroughly trash his own mansion, causing hundreds of thousands in damage, not to mention replacing every one of the windshields of his guests' expensive and imported automobiles. He would have given anything to see that in person; but the videos on YouTube gave a good indication of the damage caused by a drunken, out-of-control Tony Stark.

"Goddamn," murmured Hammer. "You've given me dozens…dozens more than I'd hoped for! This is amazing work."

Ivan Vanko was not impressed by Hammer's enthusiasm. It is my work that would dazzle the masses, not yours, he thought. But you will take all the credit and all the glory while I am entombed here in steel and concrete.

As he'd hoped for, Vanko watched as Hammer trotted down the rows of dozens of the silent dormant sentinels and did not pay attention to the far side of the room. He knew he was going to be visited today and had taken care to hide his real masterpiece—two five meter long arc reactors, designed to be used as whips for his own use. The ones he'd used in Monaco to knock Tony Stark on his pompous ass for several glorious minutes, were like electrified skipping ropes compared to these.

However, as usual, Justin Hammer's pleasant demeanour towards the well-being of others did not last long.

"How long has it been since the company slut has deigned to grace you with her presence? Two weeks? Three?" Hammer mocked the former convict. From the corner of his eye, Hammer had been watching Ivan soldering two components together and smirked when he saw the Russian's hand twitch in response to his words.

"Isn't that just like a woman, though? You give her what she wants-news of her daughter and a six figure bank balance and she doesn't even thank you? No call, no letter, no email? How do you say 'ungrateful little bitch' in Russian, Ivan?"

He knew, better than anyone else at Hammer Industries, why Kate had not shown up but he didn't care in the least that Kate had had to endure the loss of two family members in quick succession...and being the sadistic dipshit that he was, Justin Hammer kept that information to himself when it would have salved the wounded pride of his many doctorate-earning guest.

"She played you, man! And once you gave her what she wanted, she dumped you like a hot potato. Christ! You may be many things, Ivan, but stupid is definitely not one of them. But even smart men like us were fooled by Kate, especially when she made our eyes roll back in our heads as we came in one of her pleasurable orifices, am I right?"

Hammer backed away when Ivan suddenly stood up. It didn't take a PhD in rocket science to see that the Commie was pissed. It would be wise to retreat.

Ivan stared down his much smaller jailer in silence, though the staunchest part of his soul that sympathized and sided with Kate and her treatment by this repugnant little twerp, was hurt. Hammer's words, cruel as they were, left plenty room for doubt of the sincerity of her affections. Why hadn't Kate at least emailed him? Was Hammer right for once? Did she only use him to get the information about her daughter when no one else would and once he did, she dumped him?

When the CEO finally left him alone, Ivan drank what was left in the vodka bottle and reached for the other. He recalled how much hope he had at seeing Kate again, especially the night he came back from Hammer's office. He'd washed and shaved himself carefully, sure that she would be waiting for him in his living quarters. That night, the hours had passed and when he finally drifted to sleep, it was with the hope that the reason she remained absent was because of the lateness of the hour.

He fully expected to see her the next day, lifting his eyes hopefully every time he heard footsteps coming towards him only to discover it was yet another one of Hammer's lackeys. He had done this every day for a week then stopped. And when Kate still had not shown up, he stopped.

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Ivan wasn't sure what it was that made him look up from his work. Some quality in the air changed, letting him know that he was no longer alone.

"Dropping in to say hello?"

"I just wanted to say thank you…,"Kate said, edging her way forward.

"As you Westerners would say, too little too late," Ivan snarled. "Two weeks too late. Why did you not say this then?"

"I couldn't-."

"Why not? Phones in your country stop working two weeks ago? Saw nothing on CNN about this," A small part of his mind rebuked him for being so brusque, but his pride had been hurt.

He twitched violently when he felt Kate's small hand on his arm. He wanted to slap it away, to grab her by the shoulders, shake her until her head snapped back, and yell in her face to leave him alone but he could not. The more dangerous part of his nature wanted to throw her on the ground and take her by force, using his body to hurt her, to make her feel the same level of pain that he'd endured since he'd seen her last….but he couldn't do that either. The temptation of hurting her was too close to the surface of his mind when he drank like this. He shook his head vigorously to remove those all too tempting thoughts from his head and get his brain working properly again.

"There was a death…two deaths in my family. My nephew died because the driver of another car was texting. When he heard the news, my father had a stroke at home when we were alone. I called 911 but before they arrived, he died in my arms," Kate said, her voice barely above a whisper in the cavernous room.

"Tell me," Ivan replied, his tone was not a request. Perhaps it was his own recent loss that made him ask that question, he would never know.

The description of her father's last moments echoed all too well the same scene that he had gone through with his own parent. The helplessness and the suddenness of someone's passing…there was no time to prepare. Or say everything you should have in the time that was left. No, Ivan knew better than anyone that when someone you love is at their life's end, all you can do is weep.

Carefully, he put the soldering iron away; his work was done and since his hands could not stop their shaking, it would be wise if it were put out of reach. He turned the chair around and looked at Kate for the first time.

Ivan had to bite his lip from exclaiming aloud in dismay when he saw how thin Kate had become during her absence. He guessed that she had lost at least seven or eight kilograms and because of her small stature, that much weight loss was definitely noticeable.

Ivan immediately saw that she was not moving with her usual grace; it looked like she was walking on the balls of her feet. With a sick feeling in his stomach, Ivan knew the reason why. Her last client must have beat the soles of her feet with a rod of some kind. Or worse, burned them with a cigarette. He had gone through both the same thing during his imprisonment. It had taken him weeks to be able to walk normally again.

His arms went around her and groaned when he felt the bones of her frame were a lot closer to the surface than the last time he had held her.

"Make love to me, Ivan, "Kate whispered.

Ivan looked into her eyes and saw a passion as fiery as his own. He wanted her, god knew how much, but men like him had hurt her so many times, especially when they were aroused as much as he was now…

He shook his head. To preserve his sanity and his companion's well-being, Ivan drew away from Kate. "Why do you ask me this?" he said gruffly.

"Because I want you as much as you want me, you can't deny that," Kate said, her voice barely a whisper.

"You aren't well, you are still healing…"

"That precisely why I want you, Ivan. I know you will never hurt me and I need that."

This conversation had gone far enough. "What you need is to rest and recover; you do not need me to touch you." He hadn't realized until Kate widened her eyes that his tone had been sharper than he intended.

Despite the warning, Kate continued. "He didn't...we never had sex. I'm mostly bruised on the outside, not the inside." Her face turned red from a deep blush and this reinforced Ivan's original opinion of her-while her body had been for sale at the whim of the lecherous CEO of Hammer Industries to sell to the highest bidder, Kate Brady was still a modest woman. No whore he'd ever heard of blushed.

He never called her on her lie; he'd seen the paragraph in the medical file that described in detail the extent of her anal rape.

"So you won't even consider it?" she asked and wasn't surprised to hear a blunt "Nyet." She knew she could never repay him fully for what he had given her but there was something she could do.

"There's a lunar eclipse tonight. Would you like to see it?" Seeing the look on the former physicist's face, she knew she had guessed his situation correctly. Because of security reasons and the fact that Hammer trusted no one, Ivan hadn't been allowed outside. He had been imprisoned and entombed in concrete, glass, and steel. Since he arrived in Queens, never once during all that time had he breathed fresh air.

When he had been incarcerated in Russia, exposure to the outdoors had been limited to one hour a day. It wasn't much, but Ivan savored every minute. The exercise yard was paved but here and there, a tuft of grass or a lone, hardy flower poked its way through the cracks of the aging concrete. However, on American soil, any outdoor exposure was unequivocally forbidden…and sampling anything forbidden made the experience so much the sweeter.

"Do you know what means for me to be outside again?" Ivan asked.

Kate nodded in understanding. She had had to remain indoors until she healed; her bruises were such that she could not have gone out in public without side-glances and questions from her immediate neighbours. What sane young woman would wear long pants and long sleeves in mid-July in the heat and humidity that New York and its environs was famous for? Even though her body craved the physical activity of inline skating on a daily basis, she was forced to stay inside.

Through a maze of doors and endless halls, Kate arrived at their destination. She opened the door and gestured for Vanko to follow. The slight summer breeze ruffled his hair. Without realizing it, he had closed his eyes and breathed deeply, to the centre of his being. Temporary though this taste of freedom was, Ivan savoured every moment.

The eclipse was already halfway completed by the time Kate had led her companion to the best viewing location that she could find, one that was unobstructed by air conditioning units and vents that dotted the concrete roof of Hammer Industries. Even though they were not far from the Queensboro Bridge, the level of light pollution was still low enough for a good view, but the dense low-hanging clouds and faint rumble of thunder warned of the rain to come.

As Kate surreptitiously watched as Ivan looked upon the moon as it was slowly consumed by the earth's shadow, she realized how she could truly repay Ivan Antonovich Vanko for what he had done for her. During their first encounter, she had promised him oral sex, even if he seemed to have forgotten; enraptured as he was by one of nature's second most captivating lunar events, aside from a total eclipse of the sun. And no matter what else she was, whether it be a hired whore or a capable transcriptionist, Kate Brady was a woman of her word.

Because Ivan was engaged watching the moon disappear, he was not immediately aware that Kate had moved so that she was kneeling in front of him, her small hands busy unzipping his fly and reaching inside his pants. Before he could say a word or formulate a coherent thought, his cock was buried in Kate's scorching, eager little mouth.

A guttural growl escaped his throat when he realized that his lover had easily taken his entire rigid length deep into herself. Unable to stop himself, Ivan buried his hands in her hair and shoved his hips forward so that his dick went further into her mouth. Through his fingers that were wrapped around her head in an iron grip, Ivan could tell that she wasn't pulling back; she was welcoming each deep thrust as much as he enjoyed giving it. It was both punishment and pleasure.

When the crimson moon reached its fullest umbra, Ivan reached his peak and cried out his pleasure as his climax raced along every nerve, suffused every fibre of his being. His knees shook, threatening to collapse under his weight and he felt it when Kate gently pushed them back so he could remain upright.

Ivan hissed sharply when Kate applied gentle suction to gather the last drops of his hot seed. Even though his cock was now very sensitive, she accomplished this without causing him any discomfort. Almost reluctantly, Kate removed her mouth from his groin and gently put his now-flaccid dick back into his shorts before pulling up the zipper of his jeans.

When he was able to breathe again, Ivan became aware of the lingering heat and humidity of a July evening, the air cooling the rivulets of sweat that poured down his face and neck, pooling at the base of his spine. It wasn't until he relaxed his grip on Kate's head and felt the stiffness in his fingers that he'd realized how tightly his hold on her head had actually been.

He drew Kate to her feet and in the darkness, he rested his cheek against hers and heard Kate catch her breath at his tender ministrations. His own breath hitched in his throat when his lips met hers. Despite having the most intense orgasm of his life less than ten minutes ago, he felt his dick twitch as his nether region tingled with renewed passion.

Kate could feel the Russian's response in his groin and reluctantly drew her mouth away from his. "Please…" Her whispered plea for intimacy with the brawny convict was the final straw that shattered the walls of his resistance, and his refusal he gave in his room was forgotten. With the miniscule amount of self-control he possessed, he asked Kate a question.

"Yes, I'm sure," Kate whispered in the near-darkness and raised her hand to caress the scarred and tattooed cheek of the man who held her in his arms. "I need you and I know you feel the same towards me."

Ivan paused, giving her one last chance to refuse; his lips so close to her mouth that he could smell the cinnamon of her long-discarded gum fill his senses. Ivan crushed his lips hard against Kate's. He growled when he felt her mouth open to receive him, matching his urgency with a fire of her own.

Mindful of her wounded feet, Ivan hitched Kate up so that her legs were around his waist. Seeing a low, wide vent nearby that would suit the purpose he had in mind, Ivan walked over to it and with great gentleness, lay his companion down upon it. Despite her protestations that her last client hadn't had sex with her, Ivan knew the truth; few men would not top off a night of violence without fucking the woman that he had bought and paid for. Anal rape especially was a violation of both the body and the mind and what better way for a man to prove he possessed dominance and control with a woman?

No, he had another act in mind for Kate.

With agonizing slowness, Ivan peeled off Kate's tee shirt and unhooked her brassiere. His mouth trailed light nips down her neck, unaware that he growled at the taste of her skin and sweat. He filled his hands with the warm heaviness of her breasts as Kate writhed beneath him, desperate to feel his mouth on her nipples.

Obeying her silent command, he teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth, making her gasp and arch her back.

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Pleasantly engaged as he was, Ivan heard, as Kate most certainly did not, the opening of the roof's fire door. Living in a Soviet prison for as long as he did, it behooved any inmate unfortunate to be housed there to develop a keen sense of hearing for sometimes having a full belly meant being alert enough and fast enough to catch one of the many rats that overran that hellhole. As revolting as eating the rodents were, it was still food.

The former convict relaxed when he heard the door close again. It also reminded him that their time together tonight was short. Despite the fact that his groin was filled with lust, hardening his dick until it threatened to split his zipper, Ivan knew that his own pleasure had to be postponed. He smiled to himself as he stroked Kate's pussy through her panties; the wetness liberally coated his thick fingers with the consistency of warm, liquid honey. It wouldn't be long until she climaxed, that was certain.

He went to his knees before her, her legs parting of their own accord. With his thumbs, Ivan parted the swollen lips of her pussy. Ivan salivated at the thought of savouring her most intimate juices again.

Her fingernails clawed at his back as his tongue and lips suckled her clit, bringing Kate closer to the brink of madness…

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A silent alarm at the desk of the head of security at Hammer Industries. The lone man on duty at this time of night was not surprised. Despite the no-smoking policy on company property, it was common for the daytime employees to sneak a smoke on the roof. That was the only part of Hammer Industries that had no surveillance and that was probably why there tended to be so many infringements. Of course, there tended to be more weed than cigarettes consumed on the roof at any given time of day, but that was to be expected. Working for Justin Hammer wasn't easy, as the diminutive CEO was an asshole to everyone, no matter what their job title. From the vice president on down, he belittled them all and if they were a woman, he went out of his way to sneer at them and call them names behind their backs.

However, the opening of the fire door was not common after business hours but was something that still had to be investigated.

Former Secret Service agent Brad Jones scanned through the sign-in sheet of people who were in the complex and sighed to himself when he only saw Kate Brady's name. A petite woman who was far too good to be working for a company like Hammer's and he knew the kind of jobs she was forced to do. A classy little lady, he thought, no matter how bad her day was, she always has a smile for me and makes the time to say hello. During her absence, he'd grown to miss their brief conversations as their paths crossed at the beginning of the night shift; she leaving her job and he arriving at his. He remembered when she signed in a little while ago, how painful it was for her to walk and felt a surge of anger towards anyone who dared to treat a kind-hearted, soft-spoken woman like her so badly.

Aside from the physical and psychological scars her undoubtedly now possessed, the death of a nephew in a motorcycle accident only seemed to exacerbate her father's weak heart and only two days after the young man's funeral, he passed as well. The losses of two dear family members in such close succession only added to her already overburdened shoulders.

With her asthma being as bad as it was, it was highly unlikely that she was smoking a joint on the roof tonight.

With his knee throbbing uncomfortably because of the oncoming storm, it meant the twenty-minute walk to the roof was going to be painful. Getting up when it hurt this bad was a bit difficult at times, it certainly interrupted the monotony of having to stare at security cameras all night. More importantly, however, moving around meant getting away from the drawer that held the tempting bottle of alcohol. Just as it was common for day shift staff to smoke joints on the roof, it was equally common for a guard from the night shift to stash liquid contraband in the desk. Tonight, it was a bottle of Jack Daniels but next week, it would be something else. The drawer was never left empty for long.

Trying not to focus on the release from stress that the amber liquid would undoubtedly bring him, Brad focused wistfully on his former employment in the Service. While it was never boring, it had taken a toll on his marriage, causing it to end up in divorce. However, a stray bullet had ended his career there. Anyway, he thought, bringing himself back to the present and the matter at hand, the money he was certainly better at Hammer's company.

Training and instinct made him holster his sidearm and take a flashlight from under the desk before heading out.

As a precaution, he turned off the lights to the entranceway so that when he opened the door further, it would not cast his shadow immediately outside the door, betraying his presence. He knew exactly how to open the stubborn fire door so that it wouldn't squeak and waited a moment before proceeding outside. There were few security lights on the roof but by now he had his night eyes and could navigate around without the aid of a flashlight.

To his right, he sensed that there were two people, their silhouettes barely defined in the darkness. After pausing a moment to listen, he heard voices; a man's heavily accented one and a woman's, whom he recognized as Kate's. His face flushed with embarrassment when he realized that he was eavesdropping on a couple making love.

He did not know why he lingered at the door listening to them. He flushed to the very tips of his ears when he heard the unmistakable sound of a woman having an orgasm, and if the length of her moans were any indication, a damn long one. It was none of his business. As quickly and quietly as he could, he left.

However, it wasn't until he closed the door and headed back down the stairs, that Brad Jones realized the depth of his feelings for Kate Brady. His mind dared to hope of a relationship between them but common sense ruled that as extremely unlikely. There was no way she could ever love me, he thought. I'm older than she is by a good fifteen years at least. His heart was still somewhat fractured after the demand of his wife for a divorce eighteen months previously, but he couldn't really blame her for leaving him; alcoholism and marriage never went well with each other. Jones' dependency on booze to deal with the stresses at work wasn't unique among his colleagues in that respect; in fact, it was par for the course.

The road back to sobriety had been hell, but Jones had had a good sponsor at AA. Now that he was clean and sober again, he felt it was time to have a relationship with a woman. For a long time, he'd had his eye on Kate but now with the arrival of the Russian, it seemed that she was out of his reach, possibly for good.

Even if he couldn't have her for himself, the least he could do was erase any record of the silent alarm that was automatically logged into the computer the moment the door had been opened. No one ever needed to know what he heard and saw, least of all Kate herself. Her midnight activities on the roof would be known to only three people: himself, Kate, and the fortunate man who shared her most intimate favours.

His thoughts were still on Kate while making his rounds an hour later. He stopped dead in his tracks as he came upon the surreptitious object of his heart's desire as she and the Russian turned a corner, all three almost colliding.

Without realizing he was doing it, Jones glanced over Kate to see if she had been hurt. At a glance, he took in her tousled hair and disheveled clothing and briefly scanned her body to see if her partner had left any fresh bruises. He saw that the couple had been caught in the downpour as Kate's tee shirt was plastered to her body, her erect nipples straining against her brassiere. His face flushed.

"How was it?" he asked with a slight smile. After he realized what he had just said could be misconstrued as referring to her tryst with the Russian physicist, he hurried to add: "the eclipse, I mean. With all the light pollution around here, I wasn't sure if there would be a good view tonight, what with the rain coming on." It was a clumsy attempt to cover his blunder and he knew it.

Standing to the side of Kate and her co-worker, Ivan's gaze flashed from one to the other as each took part in some innocuous small talk about amateur astronomy until the uncomfortable moment passed. The other man gave Kate a warm smile in response to something she said. It was a gesture that gave Ivan a moment's pause. Whoever this fellow was, it was obvious he cared for Kate although he tried hard not to show it. Whether the feeling was mutual was uncertain as of yet, but for reasons unknown even to himself and in full view of the security man, Ivan slid his brawny arm around Kate's waist and drew her close, his hand resting possessively on her hip.

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"Why would Hammer hire a cripple to be security?" Ivan couldn't help asking as he and Kate returned to his living quarters. After they both had sat down, the Russian poured them both a generous drink from the ever-present bottle of vodka that was on the kitchen table.

"He's not a cripple! Before coming here, he worked for the Secret Service."

"You mean one of those men who protect your President?" Ivan asked.

"He was attached to a security detail but not to the White House. I think some other senior official and foreign leaders when they visit the U.S," his companion answered.

"He seems to be how you would say, very overqualified. Why is he here?"

"During one of his nights off, he tried to stop a robbery at a 7-11 but got shot in the knee. He ended up killing the guy in self-defense, but his knee was never the same."

"Is he married?"

"I think he was," Kate frowned as she tried to remember the scuttlebutt she'd heard around the office regarding Jones. "But his wife left him because of his drinking."

"Nothing wrong with drinking, I do it all the time," Ivan said, raising and downing his glass of vodka.

"Sometimes you have to know when to stop," she said. Kate pushed her drink aside and was troubled when Ivan immediately took it.

"He is not a big man," Ivan said.

"He's taller than you are."

"Da, but I am stronger. He is, how you say, scrawny. And old."

Kate disagreed but decided not to press the issue when Ivan's level of intoxication was becoming worrisome. Furthermore, she'd seen Brad working out in the company gym once or twice and he was definitely not scrawny. "He's not old; he's younger than you by quite a few years. Don't go picking a fight with him. I've seen him subdue guys here who thought that because he limps, he was some kind of weakling." Kate chuckled as she recounted how Brad pinned Justin Hammer himself to the floor during his job interview. The little prick had too much to drink, was spoiling for a fight, and didn't believe a man with a limp could be much of a threat. "After his ass was handed to him in less than ten seconds, Hammer hired him. It's just about the only intelligent thing he's ever done."

In Ivan's experience, no man would tell a woman so many details on his personal life his life unless... "He likes you," Ivan stated, realizing the obvious. He carefully watched Kate's face for any sign of a reaction.

"What makes you say that?"

"I saw how he looked at you." He shrugged, deciding to push some of her buttons and gauge her reaction. "I suppose like too many men in security, probably all brawn and no brains, like those two duraks who brought you to me."

"He would never hurt me like they did. Never! Furthermore, he may not have a doctorate in physics like you, but that doesn't mean he's not a good man. I know him, you don't," Kate said warmly, forgetting her earlier vow not to provoke her companion.

With her unexpected outburst, Ivan knew that his companion also felt something for the man they met in the hallway. The copious amount of vodka he'd consumed began to sour in his belly. For no reason, Vanko glanced at the rows of suits he'd constructed for Hammer. His work was wrapping up here and the time for his confrontation with the progeny of Howard Stark was approaching. Even the thought of seeing that bastard again filled him with anger.

As if she read his mind, Kate spoke, but her words were something that Ivan Vanko did not want to hear. "I know you're going up against him soon. But you don't have to, you know."

Despite the rage that surged within him at the mention of Tony Stark, Vanko whirled around to face Kate. "You know nothing about what he has done to my family. Nothing!"

"No, I don't. But I do know that your work for Hammer is just about complete. Let him show up Stark at the Exhibition. You don't have to stay here anymore. You can leave. We can leave." The words came out of Kate in a rush; as if she knew what she had to say had to be said quickly, before she lost her nerve. "We could go to Canada. I have enough money for both of us, because of you."

"Nyet," Vanko snarled. He later wondered if he spoke so forcefully was because he was sorely tempted by her offer. Yes, they could leave America and find somewhere else to live…he would be free, that was true. Despite his desire to be free again, there was another need within him that overrode that consideration. It had consumed his every thought, every waking moment from the time his father was laid in his grave—revenge.

That thought coupled with the fury that came from twenty-five years of injustice visited upon him because of the Stark family boiled up within Vanko. His family being sent back to Siberia in disgrace. His own incarceration. His father, one of the world's top scientists, spent his last days dying in a cold, filthy apartment not fit for pigs to live in.

He grabbed Kate by the arms. "Leave. Or I will hurt you."

She gasped from the suddenness of this reversal from the Ivan she had known to the one who stood before her now. His icy blue gaze never flickered or wavered when he uttered his warning. But in her naiveté, there was a part of her that assumed the man who had always treated her tenderly could not turn against her now.

"We could go to Russia and you'd be home again." As soon as the words left her mouth, Kate Brady realized she had said the wrong thing.

Something passed behind Vanko's eyes and frightened Kate to the core of her being. To prevent the situation from spiraling completely out of control, she knew she had to leave. Kate tried to remove her arm from Vanko's grasp. His grip was like iron and despite her frantic attempts to free herself, never yielded to her wishes.

"Let me go!"

Like any predator, the fear she now had of him was an aphrodisiac, rousing him more than he thought possible. His blood thundered through his body, making him feel more alive than he could remember. His mother's teachings on never harming a woman under any circumstances were long forgotten. All of the wrongs and suffering he endured would be perpetrated upon this woman.

"No. You had your chance to go."

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Author's Note: I watched Iron Man 2 twice recently and I realized that Ivan is capable of this kind of behavior. Think about it: he was sent to what in all likelihood was a brutal prison and despite being freed, that rage was still a part of him. It's probably not a natural part of his nature, but what he sees as the ultimate betrayal of his father by Howard Stark coupled with dealing Justin Hammer (who is a dick, let's be honest), Ivan Vanko reached his limit. And, unfortunately, I know all too well that some men do become sexually aroused because a woman is afraid. Under the wrong circumstances, any man can become a rapist.