Carol was unamused and starting to get angry. She ran her tongue over her teeth and forced her fist to un-clench. "What else?" She asked. "Air planes." Carol moved back into the room and shot Hal a look that said Get your fucking feet of my desk before unrolling the blue prints the StarkJet prototype.
"This air plane." She double tapped the plan. "This was the one I was shot down in. Malfunction," she explained, using clipped phrases. Clearly there was some bad blood there, between her and Stark. "I want to know what happened."