<div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/12895752/Natalie-Portman_mid_large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>(future) Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Time:</strong>5:58 pm, Eastern Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Tony Stark<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With widened eyes, Jane peered out the open trailer door.<em>Iron Man was on her front step. Of course he was.</em><br/><br/>"God, Stark, you certainly like to make an entrance. Could've given a girl some warning first, but..." The shockwave from Tony's landing crashed into her, shaking the thin metal walls of her trailer.<br/><br/>It apparently spurred Jane into action. "Right, ok. On it." She scrambled inside her impromptu lab and living quarters and closed and locked the door, preparing herself as well as anyone could for such an unconventional ride.