Chapter 177: Mandarin

Chapter 177: Mandarin

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[Ten Rings Bomb TLC Chinese Theatre?]

"Huh? Isn't that in the city?" Peter muttered as he came to a realization. 'Is it time for Iron Man 3 already?'

"Peter?" MJ asks as she stops alongside him. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm?" Peter looked up and showed her the article on his phone "There was a bombing last night."

"That's horrible..." MJ says as she reads how many people were injured and killed in the incident. "We should have been there."

Hearing her say that, Peter knew that he had to put a stop to that line of thinking right away, as it wasn't healthy.

"Come here." Peter pulls her aside and out of hearing range of the surrounding students.

"What?" MJ asks in confusion.

"Listen, we can't stop every bad thing in the world or even this city from happening." Peter says as he sees a conflicted look appear on MJ's face.

"We can try..." MJ counters.

"Yes, but never feel guilty about incidents like this. We can't always be in the right place at the right time, ready to stop whatever catastrophe or crime that's ever going to happen. It's not possible." Peter explains.

"I wasn't feeling guilty..." MJ lies through her teeth.

"Yes, you were." Peter says and before she could argue further, the bell rang signaling everyone to get to their classes.

"Let's just go to class..." MJ says as she storms off.

As the hallway emptied, Peter took out his phone and hit a button.

"Jarvis, get me everything you can on the bombing that took place this morning." Peter orders.

"Yes, sir."

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"Some people call me a terrorist, I consider myself a teacher. America, are you ready for another lesson?" Peter watched a video of a bearded and balding white man in an ornate robe giving a speech on his phone.

[Insert picture of the Fake Mandarin here]

"In 1864 in Sand Creek Colorado the U.S. military waited until the friendly Cheyenne braves all went hunting, waited to attack and slaughter their families that were left behind, and claim their land. Thirty-nine hours ago the Ali Al Salem Air Base in Kuwait was attacked." Looking into the camera for a brief moment, the Mandarin paused before continuing.

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Spending over an hour going over the information and footage provided by Jarvis, Peter found some interesting information that would probably be overlooked by any law enforcement officials performing an investigation on the incident.

First, the bombing happened last night for a reason.

The CEO of a competitor to AIM was attending an event with his family in the theater, which shows a clear motive for this to happen.

"I'm sure that If I look close enough, a lot of these recent Mandarin attacks will show a clear motive like this..." Peter thought out loud as he played a video on his laptop.

A grainy video from a surveillance camera across the street showed the front side entrance of the theater. Seconds into the video playing, the windows and doors of the building broke open in a fiery explosion.

Rewinding before the explosion took place, Peter zoomed in on a certain window, where the silhouette of a man appeared. Putting the video into slow motion and pressing play, Peter watched as the man in the window began to glow, lighting up the window before the inevitable explosion destroyed the place.

'Yep, that's definitely an Extremis explosion.' Peter thought as he hit a button on his phone.

"Yes, sir?" Jarvis asks.

"I need you to compile similar information about every recent Mandarin attack. As long as the Mandarin took credit for it, I want to know everything. We can expand to other incidents afterward." Peter orders.

"On it, sir."

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That night, while Jarvis worked hard to get Peter what he asked for, another Mandarin video was released, where he dramatically took credit for the bombing in New York.

As the video ended, Peter's phone started going off.

*ring ring ring...*

"Yo." Peter answered as he lay in bed with MJ sleeping soundly beside him.

"So what's going on with the Mandarin? Fury is getting calls from the President, asking for help with the Ten Rings. They don't seem to have any leads." Tony's voice sounds through the phone.

"As I'm sure you know, Jarvis is compiling information for me. Once I have everything, I'll call a meeting and we'll take care of it." Peter replies easily.

"You know something, don't you?" Tony asks as he could sense that Peter was holding something back.

"Yeah, but I need more information to be sure." Peter said as MJ shifts in her sleep and uses his shoulder as a pillow.

"Come on, tell me..." Tony whined like a child as he started complaining about keeping secrets.

'So annoying...' Peter looked between his beautiful girlfriend and his phone before making the right decision and simply hanging up.

Putting his phone on mute, Peter curled up in bed with MJ in his arms. His phone constantly lit up with missed calls as he drifted off to sleep.

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