<div class="floatleft">(http://www.papaya.pe/imagenes/noticias/2/230/cobie-smulders614-15369.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Maria Hill<br/><strong>Title:</strong> Director of S.H.E.I.L.D. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Private office<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 5:05 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Tony Stark </span></span><br/><hr/><br/><em>'He's a maniac, an absolutely autistic specimen with god complexes and a selective memory. How charming...My tongue grows bitter with disgust for him, now. But he's shaped so well, so demanding and sure of himself... Doubt; He is a complex individual, no doubt in that. A world without limitations, a radio wave, drifting away at it's own frequency. <br/><br/>I envy him. <br/><br/>His endless, expansive existence. He's been to every place on Earth and through a portal to another section of space. I've only been to Russia, and Northern China on leave. My arrow flies straight. I arrive where I am pointed. I follow command, and sociological ethics. <br/><br/>Doubt; If I strayed one day, he would be my only detour. He is controlled chaos, he is insane with the potency to poison a main artery. <br/><br/>He's infecting the bloodstream. He's rebuilding the world in his own image. <br/><br/>He's the anti-Christ.'<br/><br/></em>Maria was never a religious woman. And, her thoughts had come to her rapidly, as if they had been transmitted from somewhere else. In a way she found Mr. Stark to be beautiful, handsome, attractive even. But,<em>that</em>fact made her blood boil. She quivered and tensed-up the muscles in her back as he fired at her with intense flare in his fury: His comment on Fury's shoes, the repeated accusation of the play for Ms. Ross' loyalty, the jaded perception of his own manhood. These words swam around Maria like blood in the water. She knew that the gripping bite of sharks would come to pass in no time. She started to tremble, only slightly, could her twitching fingers be seen in the dim light.<br/><br/>It was fast, she was about to start screaming.<br/><br/>Tony's phone went up to his ear. With a dismissive tone, he brushed her off, effortlessly disregarding her underwear and her ignorance as if it was forgivable. The sting had been a nice cherry on top of his asshole pie, a-la-mod. He was sexist, rugged, and passionate. 'It makes me squirm/ It sickens me.' Maria had each thought at once. She couldn't help herself. His gravitational personality was winning her over. 'I'm his worst enemy,' she thought. Maria knew that she had planned on ruining him. One wrong move, and stacks of paper upon stacks of older paper; they would act as the points of twenty-three daggers.<br/><br/>Director Hill wanted to bite her lips. It was frustration that had isolated this reaction, her tiny scrap of lust was bundled away in the depth of her solar plexus.  He had called her a deity, it was eating her up inside. She hadn't taken it personally, she had just found him to be the ultimate hypocrite upon speaking.<strong>"Yeah, I'm the one with the god-complex. Sure."</strong>She spoke loudly to herself as he took his 'very-important' phone call. Shaking her head, Maria squared herself up and crossed her arms, prepared to wait for Tony's call to end. As the phone call started she diverted her own attention. The idea of what his abs may or may not look like right now started to climb up her spinal chord, and she quickly shifted to her left, drifting to the other side of the desk in a half-time pace with the limp of a Marine.<br/><br/>She approached the large window that defined her office, and she stood there with her arms crossed, stairing at the photographic barrage of images before her. The S.H.I.E.L.D. Heli-carrier, her battle station, floated at an altitude higher than the clouds. She could see Lake Superior below her. The reflection of Tony in the light of the window also caught her attention, and her own shape as well, as still as marble to the right side of her tilted vision. She was watching everything at once. A part of her was even looking for wormholes to open up in the sky. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. had no<em>real</em>reason to be concerned about that.<br/><br/>Her ears were open wide as Mr. Stark spoke to an associate on the other end. Her computer's desk-top was displayed. She could tap into his phone call, likely, before he was finished with it. But she ignored the urge to challenge him so blatantly. 'Besides,' she thought, 'half of the conversation is plenty enough to eavesdrop with.'