Y/N is watching another TV footage from The Mandarin.
The Mandarin: 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 knock-off, The Chinese Theater. 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; your graduation.
As Happy lies in hospital critically injured, Tony and Y/N sit in his room when a nurse walks in to check on Happy.
Tony: Hi.
Happy's Nurse: Oh.
Y/N looks at the TV.
Y/N: Uh...mind leaving that on?
Happy's Nurse: Sure.
Tony rises from his seat.
Tony: Sunday night's PBS 'Downtown Abbey'. That's his show, he thinks it's elegant.
He pauses for a moment.
Tony: 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.
Tony and Y/N turn to leave and as outside multiple news reporters are all waiting for the two outside the hospital.
Hospital News Reporter: We're awaiting the arrival of Tony Stark and his adopted son Y/N Stark. We're hoping he'll give us the reaction... their reaction to the latest attack.
Tony and Y/N walk out and all the reporters swarm toward them.
Hospital News Reporter: Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark! Our sources are telling us that this is another Mandarin attack. Anything else you can tell us?
Tony ignores the questions and walks toward his car.
Y/N: No comment.
Pushy Tabloid Reporter: Hey, Mr. Stark! When is somebody gonna kill this guy? Just sayin'.
Tony and Y/N pause and turn to face the reporter.
Tony: 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 this is my son, Y/N Stark and we're not afraid of you. We know you're a coward, so we've decided...
He removes his sunglasses and stares into the phone's camera.
Tony: ...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 us. And on the off-chance you're a man, here's our home address: 10-8-80, Malibu Point, 9-0-2-6-5. I'll leave the door unlocked.
Y/N looks at the reporter.
Y/N: That's what you wanted, right?
He takes the phone and throws it against a wall.
Y/N: Bill me, pal.
Tony and Y/N get in their car and drive off. As Tony and Y/N are working in their lab JARVIS speaks.
JARVIS: 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.
Y/N starts looking at all the data gathered.
Y/N: Okay, what do we got here? 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.
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The Neglected Stark (Male Reader)
FanfictionY/N was abused most of his life and made the decision to run away when he was young. He was then found and adopted by Tony Stark. How will this change his life?
