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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐔, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀
TONY
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Tony was in a state perplexity. Sure, he was stoked about the fact that he had fought side-by-side with the love of his life and the coolest ninjas of all time who were tagged by contemporary seppuku but there were just too many things to consider. The way he thought of it made him want to all twenty things at once.
'Okay—Masque and supersonic ninjas. Nice.'
Time for a list. One, Madame Masque was on a mad-tear power quest for some spooky looking wands. Two, biohack ninjas with no connections whatsoever were after her and if there are any more - there would always be more - were after him and Elle. Three, Victor Von Doom with his cursed knavery thought that Tony and he were best friends now. Somehow, Doom topped the whole list because of the highest potential risks—his life, his suit and his marriage. Again, Elle being on the list's sublist raised the baseline consequence.
Victor was too good-looking. Period.
'Hey, JARVIS, what's the word on Doomsy?'
He walked around the reconstructed crime scene from the last night, stepping over the laid down holograph of a ninja undergone hara-kiri. The visor of one of the attackers was down and he inspected the molten down skin for the longest of time. The skull was starting to look weird, he almost had to belch.
'I would have told you if it had come up, sir.'
'I just like asking,' he piqued. Kneeling, he virtually snipped out a piece of the scene, specifically the sword portion, and carried it between his hands for further inspection.
'That is definitely Southeast Asia crime syndicate,' he mused, spotting the small engraving of the dragon-like symbol on the holster of the sword. He pushed it aside, scouring for more shreds of evidence along the sidelines. This went on for about another two hours—even picked out organic gum on one of the ninjas—until he sighed.
Sometimes, he wanted to just stop. Give up and move on. How hard would that be? Pretty hard according to Oxford scholars who struggled hard for a raise. Maybe arrest this vengeance bullshit and call it quits while he focused on growing to be a better father for Margo. That and learning to cook because one day, one of the Starks was going to get food-poisoning and he was going to be found guilty.
