As it turned out, although Carol had super-hearing, there was no way she could hear the conversation between the two people aboard a plane over the North Atlantic from Antarctica, much less know about the exchange between those two perverts earlier.
While waiting in her Antarctic home for the S.W.O.R.D. space station to be built, she had been completely idle lately.
The US Air Force was not as fond of stirring up trouble as the Army. They preferred sitting in offices, drinking coffee with the air conditioning on. Unlike those hard-luck Army guys who were always trying to make big news, the Air Force were born "people of the sky."
When she heard that Deathstroke was looking for her, she joined the team without a second word, rubbing her fists together as though she could not wait.
"Easy there, folks. My cousin also told me to find someone, but I don't know her very well. Her name was something like Rambo." Deadpool blocked Tony's eager gaze toward That Village, pulled a note from his pocket, and checked it. "Oh, Monica Rambeau. That's her name. The address is somewhere in the port district of New Orleans. Do any of you know her?"
Wearing her red-and-blue uniform, Carol tugged on her gloves and swept back her golden hair with a smile.
"I've heard of her. She fought some petty crime and was called 'Captain Marvel' by the local media, but Nick Fury probably spoke with certain people, and she later changed her name to Spectrum."
Come to think of it, competition for hero names was really fierce. Luckily, her original military rank was captain, so she had naturally claimed the advantage.
"Jarvis, search for information on Monica Rambeau in New Orleans, Louisiana." Tony's method was obviously much more convenient. He only needed