Stark's Quarters

This is Stark's residence. It has been the residence of each Black member since the begining of the Organization. It's quite clearly larger and better than the other rooms... One of the perks of being the head.

Stark walked into his room rather drowzily as he had just finished one of his jobs. He was still in his suit carrying his helmet under his arms made a slight yawn. "Mmmm, change, shower.... nap" Stark directed himself to a closet and placed his helmet on a shelf grabbing a suit then heading to the bathroom to bathe. He had had a long trip and frankly being in those enclosed spaces for so long tended to make one smell not the freshest. He closed the door behind him mumbling something to himself about getting certain pieces of his ship replaced but with a much for profane tone... we generally don't pay too much attention because frankly were not rightly sure he's making much sense.

The water turned off leaving the air filled with steam, the shower had revitalised Stark a bit heat always had that sort of affect on him. He dried off and pulled on his suit leaving the bathroom for the steam to slowly drop down like a slow motion wave of water flooding the floor only to spread out so thin and dissapear instead. There was a ringing among the room and Stark walked up the a phone set by his bed tapping a flashing green button. "What is it?" There was a slight pause then a voice came on as if someone slightly old. "We're expecting a messenger from the Paptymus himself for a job. It would probably be best if you came down to greet them yourself." Stark sighed a bit, guess he'll get his nap later "Okay then walter I'll be right down" Stark pressed the button again putting on his black polished shoes walking out through the hall ways scratching his head every few minutes. Not wearing his hat was starting to bother him.

Stark entered his Quarters from the hanger entry way with a little white stick in his mouth that he was chewing on, it helped him think. It was something of a technology in testing. It was designed to react to saliva and release a special gas into the chewers lungs that slowed their heart beat and make them think faster and clearer. So far it had worked on a splendid level. Stark removed his Suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He walked up to his bed and unbuttoned a few of the buttons on his vest that sat over his under shit then sat there for a moment thinking. He eventually stood up leaving the jacket on his bed and headed out placing on his fingerless gloves that he commonly wore with a destination in mind it seemed.