Carol just arched an eyebrow. "Is that something you want to be asking the woman that can bench press eighty tons, Mr. Stark?" She asked, tipping her head. That should be answer enough. Although, she so wanted to drive the point home by asking him to do the math - how many pounds of force would be needed to pile drive him through a foot thick lead wall? Still though, she held her tongue until Fury took his turn.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." It was slow at first, but soon her expression changed. Lightened. Her mouth twitched upward into a shit eating grin. Carol was always looking for new things to fly - the faster and the more dangerous the better. Now he was talking her language.