I'm glad Pepper dropped me off at our favorite story, my phone starts to ring "Tony?" I ask.
"Get to the hospital now."
"What?"
"The Chinese Theater blew up last night, Happy was a victim. Hospital. Now."
"On my way!" I put the phone away and begin running there, it was only two blocks away and when I got there news reporters were going crazy.
Miss Stark this, Miss Stark that! "I'm sorry I have to get through." It was like fighting my way though quicksand and the pay off was awful. Happy was critically injured.
"Sunday night's PBS 'Downtown 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." says Tony, he stands and sees me. We both look to Happy before taking each others hands walking out.
And all the news reporters are all waiting for us outside the hospital as we try to get to the car! All the reporters swarm toward us. We ignore the questions and walks towards the car "Hey, Starks! When is somebody gonna kill this guy? Just sayin'." says one.
Oh he's dead, I will kill myself. Me and Tony turn to face the reporter "Is that what you want? Here's a little Holiday greeting we've been wanting to send to the Mandarin. I just didn't know how to phrase it until now. Our names are Tony and Illisha Stark and we're not afraid of you. I know you're a coward, so I've decided that you just died, pal." threaten Tony.
"We're 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 us." I state out of pure hate and anger "And on the off-chance you're a man, here's our home address: 10-8-80, Malibu Point, 9-0-2-6-5." says Tony.
I walk around to the other side of the car opening the door looking at the camera "We'll leave the door unlocked. That's what you wanted, right?" I ask, Tony takes the phone and throws it at a wall.
The two of us get in the car and drive home.
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Me and Tony were in the lab using the holograms to get files for the Mandarin "I've compiled a Mandarin database for you, sir. Drawn from S.H.I.E.L.D., F.B.I., and C.I.A. intercepts. Initiating virtual crime scene reconstruction." says J.A.R.V.I.S.
We start looking at all the data gathered "Okay, what do we got here?" ask Tony, I take a look "His 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 theater." I say.
Tony pushes the virtual information down to close, I expand my arms and J.A.R.V.I.S. build a virtual crime scene reconstruction "The heat from the blast was in excess of 3000 degrees Celsius. Any subjects within 12.5 yards were vaporized instantly." says J.A.R.V.I.S.
"No bomb parts found in a three mile radius of the Chinese theater." I say looking at Tony, he thinks for a second, I look to him real quick "How do my eyes look?" He looks closer "There doing the cross between gray and blue, mostly gray."
"Hey it means your holograms getting better, maybe one day you could trick me." The two of us look to the virtual version of Happy, in the virtual reconstruction Happy is pointing his finger at some dog tags "When is a bomb not a bomb?" I ask.
Tony picks up the virtual image of the dog tags to investigate them further "When is a bomb not a bomb?" he ask as he picks up the virtual image of the dog tags to investigate them further "Any military victims?" I ask J.A.R.V.I.S.
"Not according to public records, miss."
Me and Tony climb up onto a generator over looking the lab "Bring up the thermogenic signatures again, factor in three thousand degrees." says Tony, a picture of the USA pops up with specific thermal signals all over the country.
"The oracle cloud has completed analysis. Accessing satellites and plotting the last twelve months of thermogenic occurrence now."
"We need to narrow this down." says Tony, I look from him to the map "Take away everywhere that there's been a Mandarin attack." I say. Some of them disappear, the ones that remained had fairly low heat signatures expect for one, an attack in Rose Hill, Tennessee "What? J you sure that's not Mandarin?"
"It predates any known Mandarin attack. The incident was the use of a bomb to assist a suicide." says J.A.R.V.I.S. No way that was just a bomb.
"Bring her around." says Tony, the hologram floats up to us showing us all the information of the event.
"The heat signature is remarkably similar. Three thousand degrees Celsius."
I hold up the hologram of the military records "That's two military guys. Ever been to Tennessee, Jarvis?" ask Tony.
"Creating flight plans for Tennessee."
Me and Tony jump off the generator. He goes to his work table with his suit on it and I held over to a glass tube, pressing a couple buttons the tube spins to reveal my suit.
We prepare to leave, but just then the door bell rings, Tony and I look to each other "Who could that be?"
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Opening My Past
FanfictionHow do you tell your best bro, the guy who took you in, considers you his sister that you sill miss the guy who almost destroyed New York. Do I still have nightmares and panic attacks over it, yes. So then, what dose a girl with strange secretes do...
