<div class="floatleft">(http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/1213/75934124.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natasha Romanoff<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Black Widow<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Tower: War Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:42 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Steve - Tony<br/><hr/><br/>"A spacebound submarine," Natasha corrected as courteously as she could while sauntering in through the automated double doors. While she was well known for throwing in a few barbs here and there when conversing with people - particularly Tony - she had no intentions of antagonizing Captain America. He was a good, simple man; the type that didn't exist anymore in this day and age. On top of that, she could also relate to him as far as starting over was concerned. Natasha had been forced to leave everything behind only to start from nothing many a time, so she knew just how difficult and lonely the process of readapting could be...and she never had to content with a time leap of over half a century. Truthfully, she felt a bit sorry for Steve, although she kept that to herself since knowing that he might resent the sentiment.<em>Men with their pride and egos.</em><br/><br/>"Sorry if I'm late to the party, I had S.H.I.E.L.D. breathing down my neck and trying to ground me." Natasha cast Tony a knowing look before stepping towards the table at the center of the room and sitting on its edge. "Luckily, our gracious host was kind enough to put all of his resources at my disposition so that I could get here as soon as possible."<br/><br/>Still clad in her civilian clothes, Natasha wore a pair of black skinny jeans with black platform booties, a loose fitting white top and a thin camo green jacket over it which she'd kept open. Knowing Tony, he'd most certainly noticed the lavish platinum and diamond necklace that hung down from her neck and nearly plunged into her cleavage, and by now he probably also realized that the four hundred and fifty thousand dollars used to but it had come out of his own pocket. It wasn't a large amount - not to a multi-billionaire, at least - but it was enough to remind Tony that she could mess with him just as much as he could mess with her, and then some.<br/><br/>Still, Natasha had to tread carefully and not let things go too far. A bit of fun had never hurt anybody, but she wouldn't let allow herself to be dragged down into some petty squabble with Tony, or anyone else for that matter. The lesson of how they'd almost lost everything the last time that the Avengers allowed themselves to get divided was still fresh in her memory even half a year later, and she wasn't about to let that happen again. That meant that she had to be extremely careful around Stark.<br/><br/>Despite his undeniable charm and the seemingly magnetic attraction that the two of them shared, he represented everything that Natasha was trying to distance herself from. Just like him, her old self had been all about excess, instant gratification and pandering to every one of her own impulses, but the path that lead her down wasn't something that she cared to relive. More than anyone else, it was critical that Natasha made sure she kept Tony at arm's length.<br/><br/>"So, what do you need a space station for...cliff notes?"