There was a knock on the door. Daniel sighed; it was not the right time. Standing up, he walked over to the door and opened it. Standing just inside the door was Norman Osborn, the founder of OsCorp and currently a member of the board of executives at Stark Industries after the billionaire bought OsCorp less than a year ago.

"Mr. Rand," Osborn growled, walking into the room. Daniel rolled his eyes; it was impossible for him to ignore the might of Osborn.

"We have a situation," Osborn continued. "OsCorp needs more funding for our glider project."

"Norman," Daniel interrupted, "I thought I made it clear that if Stark bought your company I would not continue to fund that project. Rand International is a recreational company, we make jet-skis and skateboards. The glider you designed was military."

"We took away military applications," Osborn spat.

"But then Stark bought OsCorp," Daniel reminded. "Ask him for the funding. We'll give you everything we own concerning the project back as soon as possible. I'll sign a contract for it if necessary. Kind of like the one you signed when we started this whole thing."

Norman Osborn stepped closer to Daniel. The height difference was immense, with Osborn towering about Daniel Rand by a good foot. "I do not suggest you making enemies here, Rand," Osborn warned. "I've got powerful friends."

"You mean like the ones who destroyed Stark's house?" Daniel asked. Osborn opened his mouth to speak, but Rand cut him off, "I won't tell anyone unless they ask. But you're not as clever as you seem to think you are. Now please, go away. You'll get your toys soon."

Angrily, Osborn walked out, slamming the door behind him. Daniel sighed. He frowned and went into his room to put on his pajamas. As he laid down, he wondered what might happen to him tonight.

She ran across the field, jumping and ducking and side-stepping and doing everything she could to not fall. As she ran, she heard the shouting behind her.

"Get back here you wench!" one of the men screamed before firing off a couple of rounds.

Smiling, she kept running as the bullets just missed her. Daniel frowned; he hated when she was being chased like this.

"Hello again, old friend," she said to him. "I've been waiting for you to fall asleep."

Daniel smiled. "Do you need some help?"

"That'd be nice."

Slowly, Daniel moved back towards the men chasing her. They wore the black outfits, used the OsCorp-patented rifles, and one of them Daniel recognized as one of Norman's personal favorites, a man named Jenkins.

With a ferocious might, Daniel threw all three men backwards onto their backs. Then, he wrecked their guns before he knocked them all out and went back to the woman.

"Thanks again, Iron Fist," she remarked with a smile. "When will I ever see you in person? I get tired of running at night, waiting for you to come rescue me."

Daniel shrugged. "I don't know. I'm working on getting you here, but Osborn wants you badly. He came over today."

"Did he?" she asked.

"Don't worry," Daniel responded. "I made sure that I didn't say anything about you. But I did use that information about Stark's house that you mentioned. He seemed upset by it, which is proof enough of its validity."

She frowned. "Have you thought of talking to this Anthony Stark?"

"About what?"

"Well, perhaps he has ideas. Perhaps he can help us figure out what's going on with this prophecy or perhaps he doesn't know who attacked him. I do believe it is the kindest thing to do."

Daniel thought about that for a bit. "Maybe. For now, I'll just try my best to keep Osborn at bay."

"Which has been loads of help, actually," she said. "Also, has there been any news on Piotr?"

"I can't seem to find any sort of information about him whatsoever," Daniel admitted. "But I've got my men on it nonetheless."

"Thank you, Iron Fist," she replied, with a smile. "I cannot wait to see you in person."

"Let's hope you'll be as impressed as you are when I'm in my dream stage," Daniel muttered.

"I can't imagine I won't be," she said. Then she flicked her hand and a bright pink circle appeared with bustling city inside of it. "Good night, Iron Fist. I will talk to you tomorrow night."