<div class="floatleft">(http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/1213/75934124.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natasha Romanoff<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Black Widow<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Tower: War Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:48 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone in the War Room<br/><hr/><br/>Natasha and Tony had a peculiar relationship where they'd try to annoy and one up each other just as often as they'd flirt together, but it actually worked for them. She enjoyed the verbal sparring almost as much as their close combat training sessions, although there was nothing quite as satisfying as landing a nice hard hook right in the cocky playboy's face. Despite that, Stark had definitely grown on her since their first meeting when he'd represented nothing more than another job. The physical attraction between the two had existed from the start, but now there was something more. Tony had shown his true colors when he risked everything to take the nuke through the portal during the Chitauri invasion, which had confirmed many of the things that Natasha<em>wanted</em>to believe about him, and she wasn't likely to forget it any time soon. Tony was a good man. Great, even, and it didn't even have anything to do with his creative genius.<br/><br/>Satisfied that they were even after the little blows that they'd just traded, Natasha turned her attention towards the plans that the billionaire was presenting. "You've got to be kidding me," she spoke softly, pushing herself away from the table and towards the projection to get a better look. She was certainly no less surprised than anyone else, although perhaps not as skeptical as Captain America or Thor. Having considerably more experience with cutting edge technology than either of them, and having seen what minds like Stark or Banner could achieve, Natasha could actually picture Tony's vision becoming a reality. She had mixed feelings about piloting a metal spacesuit while warding off potential alien invaders in space, to be sure, since it had little in common with the type of job that she specialized in, but she tried to keep an open mind. After all, desperate times did call for desperate measures, and the notion of taking the fighting away from Earth's innocent civilians was nothing if not noble. Yet another surprise coming from Tony.<br/><br/>In any case, that project was still a ways off from being completed if it was still in the prototype stage, and Steve did a good job of bringing everyone back down to Earth. His concerns were justified, and pressing. Finding Loki before he could set his plans into motion and cause what they could only assume would be insane levels of carnage and destruction was of the utmost importance. Natasha wasn't too keen on challenging Loki to another psychological duel, either, so she had to nod in agreement to Steve's last comment about protecting themselves. She'd outsmarted the Asgardian or Jötunn or whatever the hell he was the last time, but it had mostly been due to the fact that he'd severely underestimated her, and he'd still nearly broken her in the process. As arrogant as he might have been, Loki wouldn't make that same mistake again.<br/><br/>Once Jane was done with her own input, Natasha flashed her a brief, comforting smile. It may have been a slightly silly sentiment, but being the only other woman in the room, she felt like it was her responsibility to try to set Jane's mind at ease a bit after Captain America had voiced the grave danger that she was in so bluntly. She didn't know Foster too well, but the Black Widow didn't need to be expertly trained in judging peoples' characters to realize that Thor's girlfriend was a good person, not to mention valuable. Plus there was the fact that she wasn't looking forward to dealing with a grief-stricken Thor any more than Steve was.<br/><br/>"Alright, then we should get you set up right away before anything else, we've wasted enough time standing around." Natasha closed the short gap separating her from Jane with a few elegant strides and gently placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Tony, how soon can you get her what she need to start tracking our friend?"<br/><br/>She waited just long enough for Tony to open his mouth to speak and cut him off before he could get more than a syllable out, "Cut whatever time you were going to say in half and get it done," Natasha added in the same authoritative tone that she'd used while essentially babysitting him during their first series of encounters.