<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/12895752/Natalie-Portman_mid_large.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Tower, War Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:37 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Tony Stark, Thor<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jane's eyes followed Stark as he worked, then drifted to the holographic shematics on display around the room. Stark liked his toys shiny, but they worked well, she had to give him that. She just wouldn't say it aloud; his ego didn't need anymore boosting.<br/><br/>"This the satellite?" She asked, gesturing to one of the diagrams and glancing over her shoulder at Tony. It had to be. But what did Stark want his own private, illegally launched satellite<em>for</em>? Jane placed her duffel bag in one of the empty chairs around the table and leaned back against it, crossing her arms. Her pose was bereft of anger, though; she seemed...pensive.<br/><br/>"If I help you with this, Tony, I'll have to know what it's for, what the plan is. I'm not getting involved in secret pet science projects just because you give me goo-goo eyes. I'll help, but I've gotta know what's up."<br/><br/>"As for Loki's 'portal,' or whatever we're calling it," Jane continued, relaxing her stance. "I..don't know. One second he was there, and then he wasn't. No device to generate a portal - that I saw, at least. And it was fast. Just..." She shook her head, as if admitting defeat. "A wormhole signature showed up on my scanners, so he did<em>isomething</em>, but whatever it was, it's totally new. I think we're -"<br/><br/>She turned her head as the elevator pinged, ponytail swishing behind her head. It was him.<em>It was Thor.</em><br/><br/>A blush tinged her cheeks pink, and she glanced at the floor while the demi-god berated Stark. And then that giddy feeling came over her, and Jane just couldn't help it. She rushed over and embraced Thor, a fierce hug to make up for her earlier transgressions with Loki. "It's<em>you</em>," she whispered, and then the burn on her wrist seemed to tingle again, and doubt trickled into her mind.<em>Thor hadn't said anything to</em>her<em>yet, hadn't rushed over to hug</em>her.<em>Maybe he didn't want...?</em><br/><br/>And Jane withdrew quickly, ashamed.<br/><br/>Jane took a few steps back, clasping one wrist with her opposite hand and clearing her throat. "Anyway, so...where were we?" She turned to Tony and gave the billionaire her best "don't you dare make something of this"-glare, but she had a feeling he'd ignore her.