<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>5:55 pm, Eastern Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Tony Stark<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Still in a half daze after Loki's departure, Jane wandered around the small square footage of her trailer, zipping a jacket over her camisole, the sleeves long enough to hide the dark ring around her wrist. She tugged a pair of slim jeans on and boots, and that was the extent of her wardrobe preparations. Jane didn't bother with makeup or fancy clothes for anyone, billionaire playboys or otherwise.<br/><br/>Expecting Stark to show up in a private helicopter or something (<em>He probably had a fleet of them - who knew?</em>), Jane threw some things in a small duffel bag: clothes, her laptop, her research notes, and her most portable equipment. The essentials. She could do without anything else, and besides, Stark was bound to have plenty of lab space for whatever else she'd need.<br/><br/>What Jane<em>should</em>have prepared for was Tony's typical dramatic entrance and unconventional mode of transportation.