Tony the little | Carol
"Oh, really? Better than an F-16?" She laughed, not meaning to mock him but she was sure he didn't get it. Yeah, he could build something better. But that plane? That was her baby. Crappy seating and all. Everything about it was just like home- including the smell of jet fuel and oil, the cramped compartment, and the squeaky controls.
"You could try- I mean, you're not Big Tony, but maybe?" Carol knew all about that special connection the Cap had with their mayor. Part of her might have even been a little jealous, but only because it reminded her of her own lost love. Still, it was sweet.
"That much." Carol eyed him and sighed, taking a long, long drink and wincing as she coughed. Yup. Bad idea. "Fine." She couldn't believe she was agreeing to do this. "I'm so not drunk enough for this, though."