<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2.teen.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/persia-20090308-jake-prince-of-persia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>George Irons<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Natasha's apartment<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3:00pm, May 19th 2016<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>X-23 (m), Natasha, Spider-Girl, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather Jacket (http://www.vansonleathers.com/events/week_at_vanson/TBIR_03.gif), Black T-shirt, Jeans (https://www.nrsworld.com/prodimages/1368-DEFAULT-l.jpg), Boots (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41DK8D4DSWL.jpg)<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>George stood just outside the door to wait until it opened. If no one showed up in a minute or two, he'll simply leave. He at least showed up, it is no skin off his nose if no one was there. Though it would not be long before another approached. George glanced over his shoulder, and saw a ravishingly beautiful Blonde stride up to the door, and lean against the door frame on the opposite side of the door way as him. George couldn't help but let his eyes rove over Gwen, starting at her legs, and slowly working his way up. He'll have to admit that East coast girls are just as beautiful was west coast girls. Though as he got to her face, he had to take a stab at her age. She appeared to be about 10 years younger than him. A disappointed sigh slipped inaudibly from his lips as any flirtatious thoughts were quickly banished from his mind. Hell, he'll be hitting 30 next month. He raised an eye brow as this young girl quipped about "Gentleman Callers" at strange times. George didn't really know how to respond to that, so he only shrugged, "I suppose." He replied simply, before returning to waiting to see if anyone would answer the door.<br/><br/>The Red head woman from before would finally show up with that strange Feral woman over her shoulder. Though Natasha was incorrect in assuming that the Reason why George was not burning right now was cause he trusted her enough to show her his "Secret Identity". No, it was from a far more practical stand point. It simply wouldn't do to have a 6' tall flaming skeleton standing just outside your door. Even in New York such a sight would gain a bit of attention. Something that George preferred not to garner at any point. Besides, even if she ran his face through any data gathering software, computers have a tendency to melt immediately afterwards. The woman would thank them both for coming, and opened the door for them. Telling them that they had to restrain X-23 before she can come around again. Hopefully find away to calm her down.<br/><br/>George was the last one to enter the building. He looked up, and down the road to look for any tails before entering and closing the door behind him. As they passed through the lobby, The four were gathering quite a bit of attention from those loitering in the Apartment lobby. Course, if you're a beautiful red head carrying an unconscious girl over your shoulder, It is obvious you'll garner some kind of attention. George didn't say anything as they all piled into the Elevator. George moving to the opposite corner as the other two girls to give them as much space as possible. Though the moment the doors closed, George's eye twitched as the most annoying elevator music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FsoIfkNQYEg) in recorded history began to be piped into the car's speakers. What Sadist came up with the idea of trapping people in a tiny car, and then forcefully rape their ears with such horrendous music!? The Rider will have to pay that particular asshole a visit at some point.<br/><br/>The Hellish torture would continue until the elevator reached the desired floor. A groan of relief would slip between clenched teeth as George waited for the two women to vacate the car before he stepped off, and followed behind. Normally, an average man would have taken the opportunity to rather enjoy the view that was presented to him by three very beautiful women as they walked, or was carried. However, George was focused not upon them, but the hall way just beyond them. He learned long time ago that it was only a waste of time to try and pursue any semblance of a romantic, or even intimate relationship with others cause of what he was. So there was no point even entertaining such thoughts.<br/><br/>When they reached Natasha's apartment, George entered and looked around. it was surprisingly nice. Much nicer than what a vagabond like him normally slept in. Ratty roach motels, or even back alleys, or open deserts. The woman introduced herself as Natasha Romanov. "George. George Irons." George replied simply as the blonde girl also introduced herself as "Gwen Stacy". Whether that was her real name or not, that didn't matter. George helped Natasha secure the unconscious woman in her panic room, though George had a feeling that waking up in there was not going to calm the woman down any. However, it wasn't his place to say anything, nor was he going to volunteer information.<br/><br/>Once the girl was secured, Natasha turned her attention back to her two visitors. She told them that the other two people that were at the scene would hopefully show up soon, but in the mean time, she reveal a monitor to the panic room behind a fancy painting. Natasha explained that they had to find a way to help the young girl. George simply leaned against the wall, and watched as the girl woke up, and true to his suspicions began to panic when she found herself locked away in a large box. Screaming, and clawing at the floors, and ceiling.