<div class="floatleft">(http://www.papaya.pe/imagenes/noticias/2/230/cobie-smulders614-15369.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><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> 5:01 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Tony Stark </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Maria practically licked her lips,<strong>“yeah, I’m sure you know all about Asgardian Prisons, Tony.” </strong>Her tone was thick with aversion, sarcasm had been painted lightly across the top like a coat of polish on his titanium chest. Maria had trouble imagining Tony out of his suit, a fact that buried her daily. Even now, in her office, she felt like she was dealing with a man inside of a weapon. It was a wise fear, for Mr. Stark likely did have something that could inflict damage on her. He always carried something of hostile design. In a way, she admired him for that, Director Hill usually had a pistol on her as well. But in another way, he had her at a disadvantage. She was happy that it came down to words. Her only line of defense was keen intellect. Her opposition was too much of a cock to meet her in contest of wit. The ironman felt like a chew toy to Maria. She was salivating.<br/><strong><br/>“You must see a mirror somewhere in front of me. I offered Ms. Ross a job at S.H.E.I.L.D. for an entirely different reason than you had cooked up in that whiskey drained brain of yours.”</strong>His warnings to her sounded like self-examination, Maria planned on making that more obvious to him.<strong>“Mr. Stark, <em>you</em> are the one that’s trying to control Banner, and time will tell exactly how well your business relationship goes with him. But if you recall, it was us that pulled him out of the third world hospital that he was calling home. It was us that took care of Steve Rodgers. Barton is an agent of this operation. We are intwined, you philistine." She took a breathe, but it was a fast one. "I can admit that your mind is valuable, and, yes, it was your father that created much of our base tech, as well as Steve Rodgers. But, he would be lost in the ice now, and you know that as well as anyone else. Whether S.H.E.I.L.D. employs the Avengers or not, we created you, and we have responsibilites that you can't understand.”</strong><br/><strong><br/>“You came here trying to help me? How about offering a lady your jacket?” </strong>They were nearly 18,000 feet in the air, but the temperature was a controlled system. She had no intention of keeping warm, or playing the card of the damsel. But, Tony’s backhanded assistance was pouring with a foul stench. She didn’t intend on leaving that rebuttal to the crickets.<strong>“Because you’re the biggest waste of breathe that I’ve ever known Mr. Stark. It’s the only favor I could ask of you, being in a state of undress, I feel inclined to ask for your pants as well, but the sight of you in anything less would stain me forever.”</strong>Her jaw was exhausted, she didn’t enjoy talking this much, but she did enjoy watching Tony’s face melt into different shapes.<br/><br/>He was like a fiddle in her hands. It felt like she could control the pitch of his timbre.<br/>