"I see you fell for it. Would you like to meet my top agent?" The suit was half in shreds. He was hurt an exhausted. All Tony Stark could do was glare defiantly as his head was pulled back. The Mandarin gestured and the "Top Agent" he mentioned walked into the room. With a slight gesture, the hood was withdrawn and Tony saw the bright blue eyes of
"Phil?" The man didn't seem completely aware (Brainwashing? Mind control? A cybernetic virus?) But the man across from him was unmistakably Phil Coulson.
"Good evening, Mister Stark." Coulson said in crisp tones. "I trust you have been enjoying the hospitality?" Stark just gaped as his mind tried to wrap his brain around this.
"You were dead." He finally said. "I went to your funeral. It was open casket. Steve made dog tags especially for you so you could be buried with them and he signed and buried the cards. We all carried your casket. You were buried in my family plot. What are you doing here? "
"I brought him back." The Mandarin replied. "He's been so useful, once I...persuaded him." The Mandarin half smiled then started to leave the room. "Coulson, fight Stark."
"Yes sir." Coulson took up a stance.
"No." Stark replied. "No, I won't fight him."
"I'm disappointed in you. He's the one who kidnapped your dear Pepper." The Mandarin sneered.
"Well, Pepper did think her abductor was holding back. This explains it."
"And giving me the directions on how to blow up your house."
"I can rebuild."
"And you for killing people for so much less. How many lives have you taken?"
"Too many, but not his! Not again!" Stark reeled back as Coulson punched him. " I refuse."
"Well, I'll let the survivor out. Now, will it be the man who lives with death? Or the man who escaped it?"