The Woman Out of Reality (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

⍟ Chapter 7 ⍟

You guys are at the mansion. You and Tony jumped the wall. "Wow, you're stronger than I thought." Tony chuckled. You and Tony fought the guards down. You both stole some of their guns and magazines.  You guys made it into the house. You smelt drugs. You guys saw a woman on the ping pong table. You grabbed a paddle. You guys came up behind someone you knocked him out with said paddle. 

You guys pointed your guns at a woman who was so high she made a gun with her hands. She then smiled and made two guns while moving them in a circle. You guys ignored her. You guys came up on double doors. You kicked it down. It was a bedroom. You both pointed your guns at the bed. Two very attractive women emerged from the covers in lingerie. You both then heard a toilet flushing. You guys hid behind a Folding shoji screen.  

"Well, I wouldn't go in there for 20 minutes." He laughs "Now, which one of you is Vanessa?" You hear one of the girls say "That's me." The Mandarin says "Ah! Nessie. Did you know that fortune cookies aren't even Chinese?" You knew that "There are some people over here." she said. He didn't listen "They're made by Americans, based on a Japanese recipe." You and Tony looked at each other. You guys nodded and both raised your guns and yelled "Hey" 

"Bloody hell. Bloody hell." was all he had to say. "Don't move," Tony warned him. He is not good at this intimidating stuff. He went and got out three beers. You and Tony declined. He took all three and responded "I'm not moving. Do you guys want something? Take it. Although the guns are all fake because those wankers wouldn't trust me with the real ones." You and Tony looked at each other confused. You guys made your way to the recliner " What?" you said darkly. "Hey, do you guys fancy either of the birds?" 

Tony then said "Heard enough. You're not him. The Mandarin, the real guy. Where? Where's the Mandarin? Where is he?" Tony commanded him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. He's here. He's here, but he's not here. He's here, but he's not here." He said. "What do you mean?" you asked him. "It's complicated. Hey, it's complicated." He said not taking this seriously. "It is?" Tony asked him. "It's complicated." You then got out your gun again 

"Uncomplicate it. Ladies, out. Get out of bed. Get into the bathroom. Sit" You told the girls and told the man what to do. He was crawling on the floor to do something. You shoot inches away from his head.  He crawled to his recliner. What an idiot. You both held him and gunpoint. "My name is Trevor. Trevor Slattery," he said in fear. You guys put your guns down. "What are you? What are you, a decoy? You're a double, right?" Tony asked. 

"What, you mean like an understudy? No, absolutely not." You put your gun up again "Don't hurt the face! I'm an actor like you. Big fan." You then said "No longer an actor. I kill people for a living now. Honored. However, you got a minute to live. Fill it with words." He sighed "It's just a role. "The Mandarin," see, it's not real." Tony put his gun up "Then how did you get here, Trevor?" He took a sip from his beer "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." 

You then told him "Next" He said "Then, they approached me about the role, and they knew about the drugs." Tony interrogated a bit more "What did they say? They'd get you off them?" Trevor shook his head "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 said as he was drifting off. You squinted "Did you just nod off? Hey." You kicked him awake. "No, and a lovely speedboat. And the thing was, he needed someone to take credit for some accidental explosions," he said imitating an explosion."

 Tony put down his gun and exhaled ""He"? Killian?" Trever smiled "Killian." You then said "He created you?" He nodded "He created me." Tony rolled his eyes "Custom-made terror threat." Trevor answered "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." You then pressed on "Your performance? Where people died?" He shook his head "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, loves." You and Tony held him at gun-point. Tony said "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..." Then everything went black.