The men inspected the entire garage for a good hour, some places of the house but they didn't go too far, they asked where the object was to which he said he didn't know as he hadn't been there.

They suspected it fell through the window due to the movement and the impact, and he was thankful for that.

It was as they were making their way to the exit, that one of them asked something he didn't want to hear.

"Mr Stark, you were talking about a vibrator..."

"..."

"Two vibrators..." Another one said, as if this was a detail that couldn't be ignored, past the previous shock and disbelief, there was now a smirk on his disgusting face.

"It is one of my inventions." He said first but not explaining everything in one go, aware that Jarvis was recording everything.

"..." There was a brief silence.

"An invention for what?" Another one asked, precisely what he desired, now there is a conversation and one of their voices are recorded.

"For massages, I was testing it, do you want to test it?~"

"Absolutely not, sir... I thought it was for something else."

"Something like what? what were you thinking about, officer Carlston? something perverted?"

"..."

"Our investigation is over, there might be a team closing the perimeter for the last few weeks, we deduce the extraterrestrial object fell into the sea, in order to extract it the entire area has to be closed down, you have two days to temporarily moved from your house, we will get the order from the government of Los Angeles, Mr Stark. I hope you understand, this shall remain secret." Words were never said faster in any of their lives.

"And it will remain a secret, get me the order and I will be away for as long as you need, officer, until then, I have to fix my mansion because I guess you're not paying for it."

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

"We're not... thanks for your time, Mr Stark... G-Good luck with your invention, I hope it sells."

'Those bastards are still mocking me, but it matters not... now if they leak something I can also leak the entire conversation, saved...' He sighed in relief and went back inside his mansion with one place in mind, but before that happened, several individuals were bound to realise that something occurred in his mansion.

**

**

He was merely halfway through the dining room when he received a call.

"Tony, are you okay!?" It was his ex-secretary, pepper, now CEO of Stark Industries.

"Yes, I am, Pepper. Thank you for your corner, it was just some rock and I wasn't really there, there is nothing to worry about." He explained, serving himself some wine since he needed it.

"But of all places, it had to fall on your house!"

"That's how my luck is, and... how is your CEO job going on." He deviated the subject, not wanting anything to lead to a conversation involving a possible alien, whose steps -by the way- he was hearing right now.

"Well you did leave a lot of paperwork for me, it is all sorted out now but I'm kind of, angry."

"I knew you could solve it, I KNEW IT!"

"Don't say it so confidently!"

"You see I was drunk and I needed someone to sort out all that paperwork."

"Tony..." She said with dejection, if that was really the reason she was ascended as CEO, she'd be extremely disappointed.

"That and me trusting you, pep... that's why you're the new CEO, I know the company will do well in your hands." Fortunately, he knew how a woman's mind worked.

"Leave it to me...! please stay safe, let's go out sometime when I am free..."

She hung up and as Tony sat down in the living room with both hands on his head, he heard some rustling only to see the lady struggling to walk his way with the sheets covering her body.

She looked stunning even now, covered in that improvised silk.

"Are you... okay?" She asked him instead, making him take her for a rather tactful one.

"I am, thank you... do you want to talk now?" He stood up, rubbing his forehead, it had been a hectic day.

The lady nodded, not one to talk much and she allowed herself to be led by him onto the couch in front of his, he sat down in front of her afterwards.

It was time for a conversation between a renowned genius and Alien life.

But before he could even begin, yet another call barraged his futuristic phone.

*RING!*

"Natalie..." It was his ever-so-confident new bombshell secretary, Natalie Rushman.

As he attended to the phone, the blonde tilted her head to the side, aware that during this junction she shouldn't be talking, she waited for him to finish and clutched the sheet tighter against her body.

"Boss, are you okay? I saw the news." The woman said a little hectic.

"What news..." He felt a bad premonition.

"Something about a meteor crashing on your house, the FBI and also..."

"Hmn?"

"Tony, the officers said something about two vibrators and it is all over the news..." Natalie's voice felt... broken, there was disgust in there too.

"..." He had to refrain from throwing the phone and scaring the beauty in front of him.

'This is perfect... just perfect. Not only do they come fast when it is convenient for them, they also open their mouth so fast as well.' He was positive the damned Carlston hadn't yet placed his disgraceful but on the car's driver seat when CNN and BBC and all those bastards were already putting headlines about him smiling with two vibrators, one in each hand.

'What kind of world are we living in? could it be... they knew about the vibrators even before I did?!' He thought in disbelief.

His contorting gaze did nothing but further confuse the alien in front of him, she merely wondered what he was thinking, and she better not knew.

"I will send you something, Natalie, get it to the media outlets to counter that fake statement." Jarvis sent the other part of the recording about the 'massage'.

"So the news... is it fake?" His secretary asked, hopefully.

"Absolutely fake."

"I believe you." She said and hung up, awaiting the file.

'No, Natalie... I know you don't.'