Who: Jane Foster and anyone in Stark Tower, open Where: Stark Tower/Avengers Headquarters When: Thursday Afternoon What: Jane arrives in New York looking for answers. Rating: PG-13
As strange as it sounds, Jane had only ever been in New York once, and it certainly didn't look like this. Most of the city was rebuilt from the alien attack, but some buildings were in disarray; roofs caved in, windows smashed, some with entire walls demolished. When she was a little girl, probably no more than 6, her parents had taken her to see a show on Broadway and for about a month afterwards she had wanted nothing more than to be a dancer. Until her father had bought her a telescope for her birthday and she was reminded of the stunning beauty of the universe. Apart from that brief spell of twirling around in a tutu, Jane had always been fascinated with the stars and her parents had encouraged her with every fibre of their being.
Staring up at Stark Tower in the middle of the bustling city, Jane couldn't fathom where her life was headed now, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let it faze her. Steeling herself and swallowing the anxiety which was currently constricting her throat she strode forward and into the building.
She'd come looking for Stark, everyone knew him. He was after all Iron Man, but he was also her only connection to Thor. Not long after she had been shipped half way across the world by SHIELD to Tromso for what would be, under different circumstances, her dream job, New York city had been plastered all over the news with images of this alien attack. In the middle of the chaos, she had caught sight of a heart breaking vision of the Norse god she seemed to have fallen head over heels for.
Being the smart girl she was, Jane knew that SHIELD were behind her sudden departure from the States. Straight away, Jane had been trying to call Agent Coulsen, Erik and Darcy to try and get some answers, but no-one had been picking up. She had watched the news reports avidly, keeping watch for even the slightest glimpse of him, alternating between crying over being so far away from him and being angry as hell at the selfish feeling that he should have come looking for her somehow despite saving the world. Once the crisis was over, she had immediately called the airlines for flights to the States, but all the carriers had grounded their flights until further notice. As soon as they had lifted the grounding she had tried again, only to find that she would get half way through her booking before she was suspiciously cut off.
When it had seemed like all of her avenues had been cut off, one of her colleagues had suggested she go by ship, and seeing as there were no other options, she had jumped at the idea. Nearly two months later she had finally arrived in New York City, far late than planned, but determined to get some answers from the one and only person she knew could give them to her. The great Tony Stark of Stark Tower.
Long ago, she had learnt that the best way to sneak into a building was to blend in and look like you belonged there, something she had learnt when sneaking into her university's admin office to get a scoop for an article she was writing for the university's paper. So, she simply walked in, followed a few other people to the elevator and got in, randomly pressed the button for the twenty eighth floor, like she knew exactly where she was going. <\lj-cut>