The Mandarins' Minions Attack
Tony found himself tinkering away at his holographic table his AI Jarvis working in the background to trim down the design he had recently tried to come up with to stop the spread of the palladium poisoning that was spreading through his body.
He pulled his hands apart the hovering image zooming into a specific part of the new reactor he was toying with creating. Finding himself not doing anything despite his concentration on the reactor he exasperatedly stepped back and sat down on a spinning chair.
"I feel so weak... I've never felt this weak, even when I was kidnapped by those terrorists."
"That would be a part of your symptoms sir."
"Yes Jarvis, I know, I was complaining intentionally, I know that exact fact."
"Ah, I see sir, sorry for the intrusion."
Shaking his head Tony looked towards the theoretical reactor he was trying design despite not know what he could use to substitute the Palladium.
"I need some fresh air..."
He started to walk up the inner stairs that lead down into his research lab in his Malibu Mansion. He held onto the railings on the side of the stairs his legs not giving out yet but weakness starting to spread slowly, as if a disease.
"I have to figure this out, not just for me but for Pepper..."
He mumbled to himself as he reached the top of the stairs his various furnishings and household items gleaming slightly in the slowly lowering sunlight, the moon hovering in the sky just starting to become visible with the lack of sunlight.
Walking over to his bar he quickly grabbed some Winston Supreme Canadian, pouring some into a shot glass before knocking it back and placing the alcohol back into its spot in the bar. After placing it away he walked out onto his balcony trying to take in some of the breeze that frequented Malibu's beaches.
Standing there for a few minutes he started to hum a little tune his eyes scanning the vast ocean just beyond his abode. He stayed there for a few more moments before he turned around and started to head back inside to continue his work.
When he turned however there was a loud explosive noise billowing through the area, a fireball hitting the side of his mansion incinerating some of the exterior of the cement, turning it to slag.
'What in the fuck?'
He quickly sprinted into his home hoping to get to his research lab and to the new suit he had designed that he planned to take with him to Monaco. His pace was quick if a bit unsteady due to the lethargy growing throughout his limbs. Another explosion went off behind him smashing the glass windows that separated his living space and his balcony.
Hot molten glass shattered into the house, luckily missing him as he leapt behind his kitchen's marble counter. His ears rang as the intensity of sound coming from the explosions rocked the entire house making some of the glass, untouched by explosions, shatter into a heap on the floor.
"Jarvis! What is going? Also, activate the defence mechanisms!"
"Yes sir, I am activating them as we speak. It seems there are armed men with odd looking devices attempting to break into Sir's mansion."
"God damnit why does this shit always happen to me!? Ugh, call the police and contact Rhodey!"
His forehead had a pool of sweat trickling down it as he ducked behind the metal counter slowly inching towards the stairway that lead down into his research laboratory. Slowly he looked out from behind the counter, seeing no signs of enemies as he did so. Very quickly and with no hesitation he sprinted to the stair way and continued at the same pace down the stairway.
A few more explosions went off but the sounds were dulled by the extra layers of metal and security measures that had been implemented. Pressing his finger to the genetic lock the doors quickly opened and he was let inside, only to find that there were several people dressed in black and yellow uniforms holding strange looking weapons. They moved about the space as if they had just entered it and were looking for him.
'Shit, my luck is balls today...'
He saw where he had left the suitcase, it was laying currently right next to his bench where he had been working on the reactor. Looking straight at the suitcase and then at the men in the room his eyes slowly gained grit as he go somewhat lower to the ground, his leg tensing with the movement. Within moments he had prepared himself as he ran towards the stained glass door, it instantly opening as he did so, and dropped onto his ass in a sliding motion, his left hand reaching out for the suitcase.
It was at this moment that a man with ten rings, one ring on each finger, turned to look at him slowly raising his hands in his direction, the light gathering in his palms reflecting in Tony's eyes as he got closer and closer to his suitcase.
'Well, shit...'
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