"This is personal," Carol said folding her arms, "And it goes back to something else. Nobody knows how to make you feel bad about yourself quite like family does." She was trying to decide if she was going to tell him or not. It wasn't like it wasn't known to the other Avengers she had a brother who died in the war, and that she and her family weren't exactly singing Kumbaya on camping trips or watching It's A Wonderful Life together every Christmas.
She let out a breath, "My brother joined the army when he turned eighteen. Joined it because he wanted to follow in his big sister's footsteps and serve his country. He was deployed to Afghanistan and he was killed. My dad and I never got along, and Steven dying only made things worse. I'm going to Virginia, to Arlington, because it's the anniversary of his funeral. My family will be there, my dad, more specifically." He might not understand, or he might. She didn't know. With Namor she half expected him to roll his eyes at her and tell her she was an idiot. She was kind of was.
"I don't know if you've ever lost a family member," she said feeling a strange calm overtake her, "so I don't know or expect you to understand that, or my family dynamics. I'm not scared of my father, I just don't want to be around a family that doesn't want me around."