What they said:
Carol: Ta-daaaa! Isn’t she a beauty? Bought and paid for her myself.
Peter: You want me to go up in that…thing?
Carol: Hang on, I can fix…! And yes. Get in.
What I heard:
Peter: What a piece of junk!
Carol: She’ll make point-five past lightspeed. She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid.
Also Carol’s face.
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Source: Avenging Spider-Man #9.
I love that not only was I not the only one thinking this but apparently we all are.
This was really a great little story. And it’s totally true to character for Carol AND Peter.
It’s funny, all the professional airline pilots and military aircrew I know either have or plan to have a tiny, simple cheap airplane. There’s just something about flying complicated planes that makes you want to fly something simple and small (and often dangerous).
Airfield crew at OSHKOSH once said that you could almost tell how big a plane someone drove for a living by how elaborately small their recreational plane was. Topping out at giant tanker pilots who all fly Cri-Cris, I guess.
I can see professional superheros having similar proclivities. I bet they really long to make a distinction between that use of their powers and abilities that they do constantly in high stress survival situations, and for their own pleasure.
What was that really sad story about a superhero who spends every waking moment saving people at superspeed, and dreaming every night of just flying for the freedom of it at a human velocity?