<div class="floatleft">(http://www.briggsphoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/liv-tyler-wallpapers.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth 'Betty' Ross<br/><strong>Title:</strong> <em>Soon-to-be</em> Director of Communications of SHIELD<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere over the United States<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 4:00 pm Thursday<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Iron Man</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The brunette crossed and uncrossed her legs, only partially uncomfortable on this flight. The private jet was powering across the States, carrying her to SHIELD to become the newest Director of Communications. The old position was recently emptied since Maria Hill had taken on the head honcho job. She had not been paying much attention to anything outside her school work, her exams still fresh in her mind. To be offered this job meant Maria Hill was either foolish or up to something. Considering what she knew intimately about her father's cunning and dominant personality- she suspected being 'up to something' was highly more likely.<br/><br/>Elizabeth glanced out the window, watching the land below and the clouds that laced across her vision. She pulled out her Ipad to distract herself, pressing an earbud into the delicate channel of her ear. Her music crooned to life, her blue eyes fixed on the images and diagrams she began to fiddle with. There was definitely something to said about her intelligence as she pieced together whatever was glowing across the screen. However much time passed between the puzzles, she eventually looked up- glancing out the window again.<br/><br/>She thought of him with a heart-stopping lurch, realizing how little she had had time to do so until now. Bruce Banner, her on again off again sweetie had disappeared for a while. He was a slippery fish when you were actually looking but he liked to show up without much notice. She scrubbed her face, and tried to focus again. It seemed impossible then, since now the whether to's or why for's were bouncing around in her head. Bruce was inflicted with Gamma Radiation, which lead him to have was she had fondly dubbed, 'Going Shrek.' It was a little more around the bush so to speak and no one really questioned after that.<br/><br/>Missing him was hard sometimes, but she had to come to terms with it. Her 'loving' relationships were few and far between lately. Her father had never been anything but a guardian since her mother had passed on... And losing Bruce again was disappointing. She may have to take matters into her own hands at some point. Perhaps this job could help her. The curve of her lips turned smug, thoughtful and downright evil. Personal gain to find Bruce... Perhaps. Mollified in the thought, she settled into her chair. No more waiting for her Knight in Shining Armor... Perhaps it was time to make sure she wasn't the damsel in distress.<br/><br/>Maybe?