<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9pcZkVuAoI/SD4aWWspnYI/AAAAAAAABw0/FZ3jRJNro8A/s400/ironman_l.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Iron Man<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong> Ontario Canada, Jane's Trailer<br/>  <strong>Time:</strong> 5:57PM EST Thursday<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> <strong>Jane Foster</strong></span></span><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">     If Jane was looking up, she might have caught a small glimpse of what looked like a falling star as Tony descended in her direction at a rapid pace. He had tracked the specific location and the on-board targeting sensors were able to pick up a heat signature from her trailer once he got close enough. Stark wasted no time and headed straight for the small campsite. He was still traveling above 700 miles per hour for the last couple of miles, and only when he was within a couple hundred yards did he finally flip around and use the full blast of his thruster to bring him to a quick stop. The ground absorbed what was left of his momentum as he cracked lightly to its surface a few meters from her front door in a three-point stance.<br/><br/>     His visor immediately flipped open and Tony spoke up, <strong>"Foster we've gotta move. There's not telling where Loki's headed now."</strong>  As Jane acknowledged that he had arrived - which would be impossible not to do as the sonic wave ripped through the air above them right as he finished his sentence Tony glanced around the surrounding treeline looking for anything suspicious. Even as Jane had the chance to respond Tony took a few quick steps forward and hopped on top of her trailer with ease. <strong>"Hop in and buckle up, it might be a rough ride."</strong><br/></span></span></div>