<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpTsxkA2Xws/ThqFLcvT3_I/AAAAAAAAAqo/KOHBa8eyzG0/s1600/tumblr_l9bc9479S81qcx2po.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> Stark Tower War Room<br/>  <strong>Time:</strong> 6:36PM EST Thursday<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> <strong>Jane Foster </strong>Other Avengers</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;">     The moment the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Stark stepped through them - his PDA still in hand. He crossed the mid-remodeled hallway to a pair of thick metal doors where a large round logo had been embossed. It was a tall capital letter A with an arrow going through it, similar to what the top of Stark Tower had looked like in the Chitari aftermath - though slightly altered. As soon as Tony neared the door a lock inside clicked and the door swung inwards. <br/><br/>     In the center of the room was a large round table of polished onyx where inlaid was the same logo that graced the door to the room. There were about ten chairs spaced around the table, the room was still unfinished, but the furniture seemed set. There were no windows, though the room was vaulted in a shallow dome with plenty of clean modern light fixtures to provide ample illumination.<br/><br/>     Tony made his way around the table, speaking as he went - his eyes locked on to the small screen of his PDA as his fingers fired away methodically. <strong>"Jarvis, access project 'Arecibo' access code 'Contact 1-9-9-7' and upload the schematics to the War Room projectors."</strong> Tony was facing the back wall of the room, his PDA held up and with a few taps of his finger he began bringing to life several sleek LCD panels built into it. <br/><br/>     <em>"Right away sir."</em><br/><br/>     Tony wasn't in a hurry, but he was focused and worked quickly; resembling efficient precision more-so than haste. In a matter of minutes he had several different screens up and running with streams of Data running down them as well as small schematic glimpses that didn't seem to make any sense individually. His head operated on a swivel as he checked the screens, frequently referring to his PDA. His eyes were wide and had the subtlest hint of amazement - as if he was a young boy again, viewing the planetarium for the first time. Technological wonder always seemed to spark what few childhood memories Stark was actually fond of.<br/><br/>     <em>"The upload is complete sir."</em><br/><br/>     <strong>"Good."</strong> Tony replied plainly. <strong>"Finish assembling the diagnostics bay and get it ready to ship."</strong><br/><br/>     <em>"There are several calculations that need to be made before it will be ready to be assembled with the rest of the station Sir."</em> Jarvis added, always taking every precation.<br/><br/>     <strong>"No time Jarvis. I need to get that thing ready to launch."</strong> There was no room for debate in his tone. <strong>"And I want the blueprints for the Exo's on the main projector."</strong> Tony was referring to the main holographic projector built in above the center table. It was one of the same projection systems that Tony used in his personal lab for quick visual processing and prototype adjustments.<br/><br/>     Stark then remembered that Jane had been tailing him and he turned back in her direction, taking a break from all of his preparation. <strong>"Hope the rest of them don't take their sweet-ass time."</strong> With Jane's keen knowledge of physics - she could probably have guessed from the data lit-up along the walls that these were the schematics for the satellite components Tony had referred to moments ago. As to what he meant by "Exo's" one could only guess. <br/><br/>     <strong>"Tell me again about Loki's 'portal'."</strong> Tony's eyes locked on Jane, awaiting a response - as if it was of some manner of importance, though if he was concerned at all it didn't seem to show in his face.</span></span></div>