Because Felicia was resting at home, Harry spent his morning fully occupied with company business.
By the time it was nearly one o'clock, he finally finished reviewing the last of the documents. He turned toward the glass wall behind his desk, gazing down at the city below. The sunlight spilled in, and he stretched lazily, a relaxed smile forming on his face.
"It's all over at last."
He picked up his coat and car keys, ready to head out for lunch.
As he descended to the lobby, he noticed someone waiting on a nearby sofa — Phil Coulson, looking rather weary and frustrated.
"What's wrong, Agent Coulson?" Harry asked casually, twirling his car keys in his hand as he approached.
"Mr. Osborn, you finally showed up." Coulson's face lit up in relief. "Your company's appointment policy is too strict. I couldn't get through without prior scheduling. I've been waiting here forever."
Harry smiled politely and shook his hand. "Ah, my apologies. Felicia usually handles these meetings, but she's out today. Sorry to have kept you waiting so long."
Of course, his words were more courtesy than truth. Felicia's absence wasn't the reason — their meeting had been set for the afternoon anyway — but a little diplomacy never hurt.
"So," Coulson asked, "should we check the goods first?"
"Let's eat first," Harry said, rubbing his stomach with a grin.
Coulson hesitated, then gave a small laugh and nodded.
Before long, they were sitting across from each other at a quiet restaurant table.
Perhaps because Harry had fully accepted his new identity, he now took visible pleasure in savoring steak and fine red wine — no longer burdened by pretense or hesitation.
Finishing his meal, he took a sip of wine, then dabbed his mouth with a napkin.
"How is it, Agent Coulson?" Harry asked lightly.
Coulson nodded appreciatively. "Excellent. Very pure flavor."
Harry smiled. "Good. Now, let's go see the goods."
He stood, paid the bill, and led the way back to the car.
The so-called Warehouse No. 1 was one of Oscorp's secret facilities — hidden deep underground, similar in layout to Norman Osborn's old lab. Harry and Coulson descended in the private elevator, then walked through a long corridor until they reached a sealed chamber.
"The security setup here's a bit outdated," Harry remarked, eyeing the old palm-recognition panel beside the massive metal doors.
"You haven't been down here before, Mr. Osborn?" Coulson asked, curious.
"Dr. Carl said this place was abandoned long ago. This is my first time visiting," Harry replied.
He pressed his palm to the scanner.
Click, click, click—
With a faint hum, the heavy doors began to part, sliding open to reveal a surprisingly clean and organized space.
"Looks like Dr. Carl did some tidying up," Harry muttered. The warehouse wasn't cluttered as he'd expected — just a few covered items scattered around the open floor, white sheets draped neatly over each one.
"Take a look," Harry said, nodding toward a cluster of objects ahead.
Coulson stepped forward, lifted one of the white covers — and his eyes lit up.
"Oh, this is incredible," he murmured, running his hand along the polished metal surface of a flying skateboard.
Though the units provided to S.H.I.E.L.D. were only prototype models without any integrated weapons systems, the sheer performance of the hoverboards — capable of supersonic maneuvering — was enough to impress him. In terms of tactical value, they rivaled even Tony Stark's armor.
Of course, without proper armor protection, an ordinary person couldn't withstand the G-forces of flying at such speeds. But that wasn't Harry's concern. He was sure Nick Fury already had plans for that.
"Do you want me to handle the transport for you?" Harry asked casually, noticing that Coulson had come alone.
"Of course," Coulson said with a grin, clearly expecting as much.
Harry smirked, took a small remote from his pocket, and pressed a button.
The ten hoverboards on the ground suddenly lifted as four metal panels rose from the floor, enclosing them neatly before elevating like an industrial lift.
"Alright, Agent Coulson," Harry said, tossing the remote lightly in his palm. "Let's wait upstairs."
Coulson craned his neck to watch the platform rise, then followed Harry out through the corridor.
Back in the Oscorp lobby, Harry stopped in front of another elevator.
"Here?" Coulson asked uncertainly.
"Yes," Harry replied with an easy smile.
Ding—
"The goods have been loaded," he said, gesturing toward the open doors.
A large metal crate filled nearly the entire elevator, labeled boldly with OSCORP INDUSTRIES across its surface.
"Where should I have this delivered, Agent Coulson?" Harry asked.
"Our team will be here any minute," Coulson said, checking his watch.
Just then, a group of five men in black suits entered the lobby.
"Perfect timing," Harry said, glancing over his shoulder.
"Sir," the lead agent greeted Coulson formally before approaching the shipment.
Harry studied the group with mild interest. Despite his gaze, the trained agents remained impassive and professional — and Harry quickly lost interest.
"You can take it from here," he said, waving a hand before stepping into his private elevator.
Coulson sighed quietly, used to Harry's abruptness. "Alright, let's move it," he told the team.
The agents moved in unison, securing the crate and preparing it for transport.
Meanwhile, Harry was already back in his office, where Felicia was waiting on the sofa.
"Felicia? You're here? I thought you were resting," he said in surprise.
"The super-soldier serum…" Felicia began as she stood to meet him.
Harry smiled warmly and opened his arms to pull her into an embrace.
But what happened next was not at all what he expected.
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