Iron Woman - (Fem Iron man X Pepper)

Chapter 38 - Trevor

After getting my supplies, I sneak up to the location seeing many guards.

I slowly make my way up the stairs, swinging my wire and yanking a guard down. I shoot a nail gun and punch the man, turning over and shocking a guy with my make-shift taser.

I kneel down and roll a small ornament, a guard picks it up and it explodes. I shoot my nail gun again and drop an ornament bomb in a small pond where a guard fell, walking away as it explodes.

I enter the house to see a woman asleep on a table. I put on my glove and walk over to a man, placing it in his head and electrocuting him. I then grab his gun and look over at the woman, she laughs...clearly on drugs as I walk into another room.

I cautiously walk inside to see a bed, I sneak over and throw back the blanket, revealing two girls. I look over as a toilet flushes, "Shhh!" I point at the girls as I hide behind the headboard.

"Well, I wouldn't go in there for 20 minutes. Now, which one of you is Vanessa?" A man asks.

"That's me."

"Ah! Nessie. Did you know that fortune cookies aren't even Chinese?" I look out in confusion as I see the mandarin...with a different accent....acting weird.

"There's some girl over here."

"They're made by Americans, based on a Japanese recipe." He says.

"Hey!" I yell, pointing the gun at him.

The guy raises his hands. "Bloody hell. Bloody hell."

"Don't move." I growl.

"I'm not moving. You want something? Take it. Although the guns are all fake because those wankers wouldn't trust me with the real ones."

"What?" I ask.

"Hey, do you fancy either of the birds?"

"Heard enough. You're not him. The Mandarin, the real guy. Where? Where's the Mandarin? Where is he?" I yell.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. He's here. He's here, but he's not here. He's here, but he's not here."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"It's complicated. Hey, it's complicated."

"It is?" I ask angrily.

"It's complicated."

"Uncomplicate it. Ladies, out. Get out of the bed. Get into the bathroom." I point. "Sit." I nod, turning to lock the bathroom door. I look back to see the man crawling. I then shoot by his hand.

"My name is Trevor. Trevor Slattery." He sits in the chair.

"What are you? What are you, a decoy? You're a double, right?" I ask.

"What, you mean like an understudy? No, absolutely not." He says in disgust. I point my gun at his face. "Don't hurt the face! I'm an actor."

"You got a minute to live. Fill it with words." I nod.

"It's just a role. The Mandarin, see, it's not real."

"Then how did you get here, Trevor?" I ask.

"Um. Well, I, um, had a little problem with, um, substances. And I ended up, um, doing things, no two ways about it, in the street, that a man shouldn't do."

"Next?" I ask.

"Then, they approached me about the role, and they knew about the drugs."

"What did they say? They'd get you off them?" I ask.

"They said they'd give me more. They gave me things. They gave me this palace. They gave me plastic surgery. They gave me things." He starts to snore.

"Did you just nod off? Hey." I kick him.

"No, and a lovely speedboat. And the thing was, he needed someone to take credit for some accidental explosions." He Mimics an explosion.

"He? Killian?" I ask.

"Killian."

"He created you?" I ask.

"He created me."

"Custom-made terror threat." I roll my eyes.

"Yes. Yes. His think tank thinked it up. The pathology of a serial killer. The manipulation of Western iconography. Ready for another lesson? Blah, blah, blah. No. Of course, it was my performance that brought the Mandarin to life." He gets two beers as I sit.

"Your performance? Where people died?" I ask angrily.

"No, they didn't. Look around you. The costumes, green screen. Honestly, I wasn't on location for half this stuff. And when I was, it was movie magic, love."

I stand, "I'm sorry, but I got a best friend who's in a coma and he might not wake up. So you're gonna have to answer for that. You're still going down, pal. You under..." I quickly turn as I sense someone behind me, Savin grabs my hand and hits my head.

Knocking me out.