Carol had an appointment set with Tony for sometime in the afternoon - it was one of her first duties as an official agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. As their pilot, it was her job to scope out what it was she'd be flying. She had checked out the birds, run a few flight simulations - they seemed solid enough - still, though, Carol wasn't satisfied. In fact, it was a much stronger sensation than that. Unsettled, even, to be getting into something with the word [STARK] printed on the side. Granted, she'd been flying things far more unstable than Starkjets for the past two years, still it was hard to shake the feeling that disaster was eminent.
It was a good thing they were having this meeting then, she was looking forward to the opportunity to really discuss her ideas and to hash out exactly what she thought of the latest Stark prototype. Not that she needed her fears to be assuaged. ...Hardly. Carol wasn't afraid of anything, death included. But really, the holo-display? Totally distracting. Totally unnecessary. Just make 'em fast, keep 'em simple.
She had done her homework by the time she showed up, ready to get down to business. "Mr. Stark," she greeted, leading with her hand.
She was dressed a bit differently when last they met, out of her BDUs and into something a bit more casual: denim trousers, white tank top, dog tags, bomber jacket with a pair of aviators resting on her head. She looked like she just got back from the airfield that moment.