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Carol felt her face do what the faces of none of her other teammates were doing after the Stark Tower reveal: nothing. No laughter, no incredulous outburst, nothing. Carol was harder to get a read on than an F-22 gone full stealth mode. She knew it, and she liked to use it. Sometimes it made her seem distant to some, other times it made her seem mysterious--either way it never left anyone a great opening from which to read her. And without a proper read on her...it was easier for Carol to keep the bitches on their toes that way.

In fact, Carol didn't say anything until Stark's screwed up his attempt at a team slogan. How could a man be such a, technically, genius, and yet so practically, well, not? 

"Alliteration, Stark. Like this," she paused only long enough to stand, and let her blue eyes flash across each and every super powered member of the team--unpainted lightly glossed lips curling at their edges, a smile forming with each syllable: "Avengers, [i]assemble.[/i]" Standing hadn't been an accident, after dropping the alliteration Carol quickly turned to the one true civilian in the room: Ms. Potts. 

"Pepper, was it?" Carol still wore the smile; bright and friendly it gave no indication of what she was about to do next. The red haired assistant nodded quickly, her eyes sticking to Carol out of sheer anticipation. Carol didn't make the woman wait long, "So, yeah, it's actually [b]illegal[/b] for you to be in this meeting." By the time Carol was done speaking the sentence, her eyes had already shot from Pepper, to Tony, and back to Pepper. "I'm pretty sure Tony never explained to you that these meetings are as Top Secret as it gets, so--"

[i]So just stand there and don't say a word right now, Stark. Please, Christ.[/i]

Pepper Potts took it in stride. With the three inch heels the woman wore, Carol was almost shocked to see her take anything in any kind of stride. "Ooh, you know, I think Tony did forget to mention that." Pepper shot a sharp look to Stark, before turning for the door.

"Ha, yeah, that Tony...we won't keep him long. Be right out." When the door to the room opened, Carol instructed a guard to show Pepper to the nearest lounge. Staff Sergeant Compton his name tag read, 'Danny' as Carol called him--she knew most of the uniformed staff on a first name basis, the civilians she was still getting to know. The idea of moving to Stark Tower...didn't make her feel good. It'd take her out of her comfort zone, out of the immediate vicinity of uniformed personnel. 

Then again, the thought occurred, that might be one of the reasons Stark wanted the team to move. 

She closed the door carefully, and turned back to the meeting. Wearing white Nikes, navy blue sweat pants with big block gold lettering down the side of her legs that read, "NAVY", and a gold colored Navy PT top, her mind was already on changing. On stepping into Captain Marvel, physically and mentally. "Stark, we aren't the Beatles, and you're sure as shit not Lennon--so keep the girlfriends out of the studio."

There wasn't even irritation in her tone, just minor amusements that quickly faded as Carol mentally gave way to the Captain. "I assume you've got the area they're in staked out? We'll know floor plans, locations of targets, what the numbers are? More importantly, any chance you got a line on how they came by these weapons? 'The means', I think you called them?"

“You offend me, Danvers,” said Stark, hand held over his heart, “Of course I do. J.A.R.V.I.S. is sending you all that info as we speak. He’s working on ‘the means’, but like I said, I’m not sure about them. [i]Yet.[/i] I was hoping to, y’know, beat it out of them.”

Like a Vice cop, it wasn't so much the product that interested Carol, dangerous as this particular product was, but the supplier and the supply chain. If the intel was good it gave Carol a new appreciation for Tony Starks--and new ideas for ways he could contribute to the team. If the intel was good; and the only she'd know that was by having boots meet ground. She felt her body tingle, a feeling that seemed to start in her chest and spread. It was time to move. It was time to get things done.

More importantly, it was time to [i]fly[/i]. "Why thank you, Stark. Apparently I need to change. Excuse me."