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Third person p.o.v. Tony somewhere in the desert

Tony wakes up in a cave, where a man who is around late 50's early 60's, is shaving in a small mirror. Trying to move, Tony see's that he's attached to car battery.

The man says,"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Following the wires from the car battery, he frantically pulls the bandages off his chest to find a circular metal device implanted there. 'Pepper is going to kill me' "What the hell did you do to me?!"

"What I did... What I did is to save your life. I removed all the shrapnel I could, but there's a lot left, and it's headed into your atrial septum." States the old man holding out a small jar. "Here want to see? I have a souvenir. Take a look. I've seen many wounds like that in my village. We call them the walking dead, because it takes about a week for the barbs to reach the vital organs."

Taking a deep breath Tony asks,"What is this?" 'Ok she's gonna get Apollo to heal me ...then kill me.'

"That is an electromagnet, hooked up to a car battery, and it's keeping the shrapnel from entering your heart." Looking around Tony notices a CCTV in the cave.

'That's right. We met once, you know, at a technical conference in Bern." The old guy laughed softly.

Confused Tony reply's,"I don't remember"

Shaking his head the old guy says,"No, you wouldn't. lf I had been that drunk, I wouldn't have been able to stand, much less give a lecture on integrated circuits."

"Where are we?" As if to answer his question a group of people appeared.

The old man stood saying,"Come on, stand up. Stand up! Just do as I do. Come on, put your hands up."

Standing Tony looks at their weapons,'Those are my guns. How did they get my guns?'

"Do you understand me? Do as I do." The old guy states. 'I really got to find out his name.' One the captors starts talking to Tony in a foreign language

The old guy translates, " He says, 'Welcome, Tony Stark, the most famous mass murderer in the history of America. He is honored. He wants you to build the missile. The Jericho missile that you demonstrated. This one."

'WHAT!?' "I refuse!", answered Tony in anger. The terrorist's repeatedly held Tony under water, then a sack is placed over his head and he's dragged out of the cave and into the sunlight where the hood is taken off. The old guy carries on translating as Tony looks at piles of weapons, all with the Stark Industries logo on them.

"He wants to know what you think." Tony looks in anger and states,"I think you got a lot of my weapons."

"He says they have everything you need to build the Jericho Missile. He wants you to make the list of materials. He says for you
to start working immediately, and when you're done, he will set you free." Sadness clear in his voice.

Shaking his head Tony says,"No, he won't."

"No, he won't." Agrees the old man.

Soon Tony and his new friend are sitting despondently back in the cave.

Looking at the cave's roof the man states,"I'm sure they're looking for you, Stark. But they will never find you in these mountains. Look, what you just saw, that is your legacy, Stark. Your life's work, in the hands of those murderers. Is that how you want to go out? Is this the last act of defiance of the great Tony Stark? Or are you going to do something about it?"

"Why should I do anything? They're going to kill me, you, either way. And if they don't, I'll probably be dead in a week.", defeat in his voice.

"Well, then, this is a very important week for you, isn't it? Umm." Sometime after he spoke the captors carrying weapons into the cell. Under Tony's direction they set up the building material.

"lf this is going to be my work station, I want it well-lit. I want these up. I need welding gear. I don't care if it's acetylene or propane. I need a soldering station. I need helmets. I'm gonna need goggles. I would like a smelting cup. I need two sets of precision tools."As their captors left Tony starts to disassemble the weapons.

"How many languages do you speak?", asked Tony 'If he knows Latin or Greek, we could speak without being understood.'

With a surprised look the man answers,"A lot. But apparently, not enough for this place. They speak Arabic, Urdu, Dari, Pashto, Mongolian, Farsi, Russian."

"Who are these people?" 'I'll wait to ask"

"They are your loyal customers, Sir. They call themselves the Ten Rings. You know, we might be more productive if you include me in the planning process."

shaking his head as he works,"Ya ha. We don't need this." throwing part of the weapon away while holds up a small item in a pair of pliers.

Confused the man asked,"What is that?"

"That's palladium, 0.15 grams. We need at least 1 .6, so why don't you go break down the other 11?" Doing just that the old guy carries hot melted metal across the room to tony. Tony's making a mold for the metal.

"Careful. Careful, we only get one shot at this.", warns Tony.

Chuckling the old man states,"Relax. I have steady hands. Why do you think you're still alive?"

Looking at the man Tony asks,"What do I call you?"

"My name is Yinsen.", smiles the newly dubbed Yinsen.

Thoughtful Tony repeats,"Yinsen. Nice to meet you."

Shaking hands,Yinsen laughs,"Nice to meet you, too."