Carol was gleefully looking forward to sending Tony Stark packing without getting what he wanted. Naturally assuming that he was about to offer her some frou frou job on his payroll as private pilot or chauffeur or some other equally as nauseating position on his staff, when he started bringing up Feris Air Craft and the new New York branch (she she had heard about it in New Mexico) and the offering shiny, shiny things. (Tony really had the best toys...) Well, that just tightened her gears and Carol tightened her jaw.
She wasn't about to answer his question about what she was doing her-besides wasting her time, the voice in the back of her head reminded her-because it was none of his damn business.
"Maybe," came her quick reply. "Everyone knows that Stark Industries' aircraft manufacturing isn't what it used to be. And that your tech is third rate." She tacked on at the end going for sucker punch. "what makes you think I would leave all this and come work for you?"