<div class="floatright">(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>6:39 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Tony Stark, Thor<br/><hr/><br/>The threat Loki posed was more grave than Jane had even feared: she had embarrassed herself and given the usually droll Stark plenty of opportunities to get in a few witty jabs. But there was no banter from Tony, and that, more than anything, scared Jane the most.<br/><br/>If Tony Stark was being serious, then...they were in a veritable<em>shitload</em>of trouble, to put it colloquially.<br/><br/>Jane also couldn't quite read Thor's reaction to her, but she acknowledged his apology with a small nod and smile. It wasn't his fault, really, and she'd let him know later. "I don't think anyone was really prepared for this," she said, addressing the room in general, then fell quiet as Stark explained his plans, idly twirling the end of her ponytail around one finger.<br/><br/>"A<em>space station</em>?" Jane's eyes widened, and her fingers stopped toying with her hair. "I don't think that'll fit in my trailer. We're going to need a bigger lab," she offered, in an attempt to inject some levity into the room. All this solemn worrying was making her nervous. The joke was forced, and something Thor wouldn't understand anyway, but she was desperate.