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"See, I really appreciate this actually." The scotch it good, the company is interesting and he's got a gun training on the back of his head. It makes him smile because Tony Stark isn't always in his right mind. Danger is a turn on. It means he's not bored and likely not alone. Both of these things are the utter bane of his existence.

He smiles at the shorter but equally impressively dressed man. Irish. Snarky. He gets that it's pretty rare to get a meeting like this.

"The invitation, I mean." By invitation, he really means kidnapping. Oh well. "But you know I can't do what you want. Stark Industries is out of the weapon's biz."

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"Biblical?" Moran frowns lightly as he sits on the hood of the car. He know Tony can hear what they're talking about and that just makes it better in the long run. "Did you bring his suit? Are we dressing him up like an angel? I don't want to play Sodom and Gomorrah with him right now though. He's not my type."

No, really, he isn't. Moran'll fuck a lot of things but he draws the line at ungodly facial hair and too many muscles.

Tony bangs the top of the trunk twice and Sebastian grins up at Jim. He might not know the play but he's sure he's going to like it.

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Jim didn't say anything cause he didn't want to ruin the surprise for Tony. So he simply leaned back and stretched out his arms in a mock cross. He wanted to be a modern day Jesus then fine, he fed the poor and dazzled them with magic tricks, it was time to suffer. It seemed very fitting for a man like Stark.

"In the centre of the disaster zone. As his world goes crashing down, he'll be able to watch."

And do absolutely nothing. He knew those damn heroes would be there in seconds when the bomb went off, they could see their dear friend in the middle of chaos and know exactly who it was intended for. It was perfect. Then, of course, as soon as they got to Tony... he was going to let Moran handle it from there.

What? He could offer people false hope. "It'll be happening in five minutes, we don't want to be delayed."

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"You're really sure?"

Moran sits glumly by the window, frowning as the helicopter takes off to put them a safe but still snipeable distance away. Tony Stark gets smaller and smaller, left on the roof of a building Jim has already determined will not be in any blast range.

"They can save him." But they won't. The Avengers will have their hands full and only one other of them could fly.

Jim kept track of when the alien was on Earth but intel suggested he might not be. Sebastian shoves an earpiece into his left ear and stands, ready to disembark as well when they hover closer to the ground.

"If you're sure Jim..."

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"They might. Who knows? That's the exciting part. Are they as good as I'm told or are they as useless as everyone else? Who knows?" Jim took a seat back and relaxed, watching Tony as he got smaller and it was harder to see his pain. Jim didn't care what happened to Tony now, he was more focused on the best part of the plan.

The bombing was what he was focused on now, the countdown was getting closer and he couldn't wait. When they got further enough away and Tony had chance to get used to how he was stuck, trapped in a mock cross position with the help of two daggers, he sent off a text to all his bombers.

Ten seconds exactly, he wanted detonation. He had timed it to go off in a circle, it should surround Stark entirely and detonate in the pattern of morse code SOS.

Like the Avengers could miss that one.

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It was a nightmare. The pain wasn't anything to really worry about right now. He was breathing in debris and smoke. Everything was singed and burning. He could hear people screaming-- Well maybe not, he was too far up. But he could imagine it.

The snap crackle pop was nothing like the cereal. It didn't hurt this badly to enjoy little grains of puffed rice.

Tony already knew that the Avengers were mobilized by the aircraft slowly shifting downwards. Cap, Barton, Widow-- Banner would be too far away to get here in time. Thor likely would not know about it until it was too late.

He could only hope his team would right this.

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Jim waited patiently for every bomb to detonate before he reached out and pressed a hand to Morans shoulder to calm him from jumping right into it. He knew what his companion wanted to do but sadly, he couldn't allow it. Tony was fun, he was smart and he reminded him a little of a lost enemy. If he wasn't on the side of the angels, he might of been interested in him but now, he was up to a little mystery here.

"Death is too easy but let's leave this all up to fate, yes? Shoot to hurt but not to kill. He'll either be saved from bleeding out or his friends will abandon him to save the day. Either way, they'll know we've been here and I won't know what happens till I check the news tomorrow."

This was all a little game to him and he was having fun, why end it? They knew he was a threat now.

Not that they didn't but a constant reminder was always good. He sat back and pulled out his phone, he had been hacking into Shield for the past hour and that file they had on him clearly need updating. And that was exactly what he was doing. When the men pulled up his file later, they'd see a full report on the kidnapping of Tony Stark, the explosions in New York and, of course, a little message from the man himself.

The eye patch doesn't suit you, Fury. Looks like a bad Bond villain. All my love to the council and please, no revenge acts? I'd hate to see something worse happen xxx

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"I better at least get some fucking head out of this," Moran said as he lined up the shot and sent a bullet straight through Tony's shoulder.

Just as the craft turned, the sky opened up and the Thunderer raged down through the clouds, making Sebastian snort. No fair. Tony Stark, it seemed, was going to live after all.

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