The man attacking Tony was Dax, dressed in a blue-and-black combat suit.
He drew another knife and looked at the uninvited guests who had appeared behind him.
On either side stood Opera Mask Man and a man whose right fist had been replaced with a razor blade.
Their master sat in the chair used for The Mandarin's broadcasts as a metal ring flew over and slipped onto his right arm.
The man looked like an untamed king, watching Tony and Dax with calm composure.
Wenwu.
Three sides had converged.
The Manor was remarkably lively.
Dax looked at Wenwu, then at Tony, and demanded, "Who are you?"
"Good question. I was about to ask the same thing," Tony quipped as usual. "Who are you?"
The razor-handed man asked irritably, "I've got a better question. Who are you two?"
Opera Mask Man glanced at him with the sympathetic look reserved for the intellectually challenged.
Dax's gaze sharpened, a trace of guarded wariness in his eyes as he looked at Wenwu.
The man had disarmed him cleanly moments earlier. Though the surprise attack had played a part, Dax had still lost in strength despite the enhancement of his Super Spine.
"Tony Stark." Wenwu looked at Tony.
They were old acquaintances, really.
Though not the sort of acquaintances that brought back pleasant memories.
Tony had once been kidnapped by the Ten Rings, and Wenwu was the organization's true master.
By that logic, it would hardly be a stretch to say Wenwu had kidnapped Tony himself.
"You don't know me, but there's no need to be nervous." Wenwu had once ruled a dynasty and carried a king's bearing naturally. He smiled. "I have no interest in you or the Avengers."
"My target is him."
Wenwu pointed, and the other two followed his finger.
The Mandarin