Hawkeye'sSister 2. (Sequel to Hawkeye's Sister, A Tony Stark FanFiction)

Chapter 5: Bill Me.

Tony's Point of View.

"True story about fortune cookies.They look Chinese.They sound Chinese. But they're actually an American invention. Which is why they're hollow, full of lies and leave a bad taste in the mouth. My disciples just destroyed another cheap American knockoff. The Chinese Theatre. Mr President, I know this must be getting frustrating. But this season of terror is drawing to a close. And don't worry, the big one is coming." The Mandarin spoke. "Your graduation."

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I was now currently sat in Happy's hospital room. Once Nat and I heard the news about Happy being in that explosion I came down here as soon as possible. He was one of my closest friends and I would be devastated if I lost him. I quietly watched at the nurse checked the machine which were hooked up to Happy before grabbing the TV remote.

"Hi." I said.

"Oh!" She gasped before chuckling.

"Do you mind leaving that on?" I asked.

"Sure." She smiled, placing the remote down.

"Sunday nights. PBS. Downton Abbey.That's his show. He thinks it's elegant. One more thing. Make sure everyone wears their badges. He's a stickler for that sort of thing. Plus, my guys won't let anyone in without them." I explained before leaving the room.

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I left the hospital to be bombarded with a hoard of news reporters. They were throwing questions at me as I pushed through the swarm of bodies, trying to get to my car.

"Mr Stark, hi there. Our sources are telling us that all signs are pointing to another Mandarin attack. Anything else you can tell us?" One reporter asked.

"Hey, Mr Stark. When is somebody gonna kill this guy?" A male reporter yelled. I glared up at him. "I'm just saying." He added. I looked around at the crowd as cameras clicked..

"Is that what you want? Here's a little holiday greeting I've been wanting to send to the Mandarin. I just didn't know how to phrase it until now. My name is Tony Stark and I'm not afraid of you." I began. "I know you're a coward. So I've decided that you just died, pal. I'm gonna come get the body.There's no politics here. It's just good old-fashioned revenge.There's no Pentagon, it's just you and me. And on the off chance you're a man, here's my home address.10880 Malibu Point. 90265. I'll leave the door unlocked." I finished. "That's what you wanted, right?" I asked the guy. He nodded before I grabbed his camera phone and threw it, watching as it smashed against the wall and fell to the ground in pieces. "Bill me." I snapped before jumping in my car and leaving. I knew Natalya wasn't going to be happy about this.

Natalya's Point of View.

My jaw dropped as I watched Tony give away our home address on the news. My hands balled into fist and a swarm of fear over took me. He just gave our address to a group of terrorists. The stupid idiot! As if on cue Tony walked through the door.

"Now, I know...."

"Are you insane?!" I snapped before he could finish.

"Nat just calm...."

"No! Do not tell me to calm down after what you just did! We have to leave, we've gotta get out of this house for a while." I said, frantically.

"No, Natalya we don't have to go anywhere, we're gonna be fine." Tony sighed.

"Fine?! You just gave our address to one of the most dangerous terrorist groups I have ever seen and you think we are going to be fine. Christ, Tony, you are in way over your head right now." I snapped, before walking over to the stairs.

"Wait, where are you going?" Tony asked.

"To pack, we are leaving right now Tony, I don't care what you say, we are getting out of this house, right now!" I yelled.

"No, Nat." Tony said. I scoffed before turning and heading up stairs. I entered our room and sat on the bed. I knew Tony had gone too far this time but I didn't know whether I should listen to him right now. He could be an Idiot sometimes.

Tony's Point Of View.

I was now sat in the garage doing some research on the recent Mandarin attacks.

"I've compiled a Mandarin database for you, sir,drawn from S.H.I.E.L.D., FBl and CIA intercepts. Initiating virtual crime scene reconstruction." Jarvis explained, bringing the file up on my computer screen. I grabbed the file in a cubic hologram before turning and pushing it out into the middle of the room, creating the destroyed theatre, and the files of any recent bombings.

"Okay. What have we got here? The name is an ancient Chinese war mantle meaning "adviser to the king." South American insurgency tactics.Talks like a Baptist preacher.There's lots of pageantry going on here. Lots of theatre. Close." I said, cosing the files.

"The heat from the blast was in excess of 3,000 degrees Celsius. Any subjects within 12.5 yards were vaporized instantly." Jarvis explained, bringing up a hologram of the people.

"No bomb parts found in a three-mileradius of the Chinese Theatre?" I asked.

"No, sir." Jarvis said. I sighed before looking down at the newly created hologram of Happy.

"Talk to me, Happy." I said. I watched as the hologram traced where Happy was looking and pointing at the time of the explosion. Like he was trying to tell me something. I following his gaze to find two dog tags. I lifted the hologram of the tags up. "When is a bomb not a bomb?" I asked as I looked closer at the tags. "Any military victims?" I asked Jarvis.

"Not according to public record, sir." Jarvis said.

"Bring up the thermogenic signatures again. Factor in 3,000 degrees." I said, climbing up on a metal box and sitting on it.

"The Oracle cloud has completed analysis. Accessing satellitesand plotting the last 12 months of thermogenic occurrences now." Jarvis explained.

"Take away every where that there's been a Mandarin attack." I said. The systems buzzed, as some files were taken away. I looked at the remaining files. "Nope." I sighed as I looked at them. "That. Are you sure that's not one of his?" I asked, pointing at the last file.

"It predates any known Mandarin attack.The incident was the use of a bomb to assist a suicide." Jarvis explained.

"Bring her around." I said. The file flew in front of me.

"The heat signatureis remarkably similar. 3,000 degree Celsius." Jarvis said. The file opened revealing picture of family.

"That's two military guys." I sighed. "Ever been to Tennessee, Jarvis?" I asked.

"Creating a flight plan for Tennessee." Jarvis said.

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