Inside the basement of the U.S. military Training Base.
Howard, Fury, and Carter stood around a world map, their expressions grave as they discussed the situation.
"The departure point was Hydra's base beneath the Alps, and the autopilot's destination was New York. Based on the transport aircraft's normal speed after going out of control, as well as the time when its communications signal was cut off, we can calculate that the aircraft most likely crashed somewhere in this section of the ocean."
Standing before the world map in a suit and tie, Howard used a black marker to draw a circle in the middle of the Atlantic, enclosing the area that needed to be searched.
"However, divers investigated the center of the most likely crash zone immediately, and found no trace of anything. So we have no choice but to consider whether the aircraft deviated from its autopilot route, as well as the ocean currents and the distribution of sea ice at the time."
At that, Howard's expression turned heavy. He drew another, much larger circle outside the original one, enclosing an even broader section of the Atlantic.
Fury, seated below, shook his head and sighed. "With the area you've marked, if submarines have to search every ten meters of the seabed, we still wouldn't find the wreckage in ten years."
"We can't give up!" Carter's face was cool and resolute as she said firmly, "Those two wouldn't die so easily. They promised they would come back."
"Of course. Not only will the military send submarines, but Stark Industries will also invest money and send professional divers into the sea. We won't give up until we find them."
Howard nodded in agreement. After a moment of silence, he finally voiced the concern in his heart. "What I'm afraid of is