<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Xu7creX.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WHXhECo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cloak/Tyrone Johnson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>The *Lounge* Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A Cloak of Darkness<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Avengers!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Every shadow in the lounge bent toward a central point, creeping toward a central point in the midst of the Avengers currently assembled and coalescing into a humanoid shape - first, a billowing voluminous hooded cloak that spread outward from its origin point to envelop all near it in pitch black and brought with a sense of mortal dread, followed by an dark-skinned visage with eyes that were pale white orbs. Finally, the others' shadows snapped back to their previous position as if they'd been rubber stretched taut and only now released, and the room was once again illuminated. The shadowy figure regarded those assembled impassively as his gaze swept over them. Cloak was here, and it seemed he liked to make an entrance.<br/><br/>Notable only by her absence was Cloak's partner and constant companion Dagger. It was rare for the two to not be seen together - where you found one, the other was never far behind. Yet here was Cloak, all by his lonesome on christmas eve.<br/><br/>His eyes finally settled on Black Widow, and he walked with a floating step toward her, speaking in a hollow, echoing voice that carried a tinge of dread.<br/><br/><strong>"You called for me, so I am here. What is it that the Avengers need of me, Widow?"</strong>