<div class="floatleft">(http://www.papaya.pe/imagenes/noticias/2/230/cobie-smulders614-15369.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Maria Hill<br/><strong>Title:</strong> Director of S.H.E.I.L.D. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Personal Helicopter, New York<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 9:35 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> N/A </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>A high priority United States Air force bird had been requisitioned for SHIELD use, and re-painted appropriately. Maria had been jarred by Loki, but she hadn't been destroyed. Her agenda had shifted. she expected the worst from now on. She wanted to share her knowledge with the world, her mysterious council, the Avengers, and her assistant Rutherford. But, she was embarrassed, and she was working with him now, not against him. She was in a strange place. In just one day as the Director of the entire world's defence program, she had been forced to align with the enemy. 'It's only temporary.' She repeated those words to herself over and over again, but she couldn't hide the pain and degradation in her eyes.<br/><br/>Still thousands of feet above New York, Maria was latched onto the exposed landing field of the helicarrier with an oxygen mask on, and a bungee cord, anchoring her hip to the flight deck. Rutherford was anchored to the vessel as well, beside her. He was hunched over his knees, hiding from the wind and the cold. Director Hill was dressed in more black than she had been wearing in the armoury.<br/><br/>The helicopter picked the two of them up. The doors closed behind them, and the interior was mostly quiet, even warm. Rutherford was still getting over the chill, Maria had only said one thing to him, "you need to learn how to fly a helicopter", He had laughed at first, then he realized that she was serious. He absently took a note on a piece of paper in his hands. Maria rolled her eyes as the helicopter descended into the New York skyline, a storm was coming in from the East, and her eyes were locked on the horizon. She wasn't looking for portals any more, she was looking for Stark.