[Black shield and white tank] A line of sea and sky

"I didn't tell you to show your face," he put his hands down now, and Rumlow didn't stop him.He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged easily, "I'll make you an exquisite mask in the same color as my steel suit. Think about it, Brock, you can call me anytime for details ...we can talk in the office."

He pointed to the business card on the ground, gestured for a phone call, ignored the gun pointing at him, and turned to leave on his own.

After he took two or three steps, Rumlow picked up the business card from the ground.The exquisite paper was printed with beautiful fonts, spelling out a more glorious name.

—Tony Stark.

"Do you think I still need your business card?" Rumlow yelled at the man's back, stepped forward and handed the business card back to him, "Who doesn't know you."

After speaking, he tightened the hood a little, turned and walked into the depths of the alley.

"What time is it tomorrow?" Tony yelled into the alley. "I need to speak to the security first. You don't look like you're coming to work."

"Wake up," Rumlow muttered without looking back, "I'll talk about it when I wake up, and I'll go naturally when I wake up."

Rumlow's voice echoed in the alley, getting smaller and further away.

Tony stuffed the business card back into his pocket and walked toward another possibility.

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