Chapter 67. The Hand’s Signal, Madame Viper?
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OsCorp Tower – Executive Office.
The doors opened without a knock.
Tony Stark walked in like he owned the building, trailed by an ever-tense Happy Hogan, eyes constantly scanning the room as if expecting a bomb to go off.
At the far end of the office, Nolan stood by the window, the Captain America shield propped against the wall beside him.
"Well," Nolan said with a faint smile. "The great Tony Stark. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Tony didn't answer at first. His gaze went to the shield.
"That... looks like something a friend of mine lost."
Nolan glanced over at it, amused. "I found it. If you're interested, Mr. Stark, I might be willing to sell it. After a little study, of course."
Tony didn't rise to the bait.
"I'm not here for souvenirs," he said. "I'm here to ask you—personally—to drop your suit against Steve Rogers."