There was difference between knowing something, and having it reinforced by somebody else, to feel validated and accepted and understood. Ava often teetered between self-blame for having worked with SHIELD for so long despite feeling something was off, and accepting that she had because of the lies and manipulation. She also knew it was hard not to swing violently in the other direction and start blaming others. Ava had suffered from feeling isolated and with nowhere to turn, had become erratic and violent in her desperation to save herself, and had done things she wasn't proud of. How different it must have been, to have family.
Family that she was not allowed to be apart of. She understood a bit of the jealousy from feeling outcast, even though the training and missions sounded like something that children shouldn't be put through either. She wondered how old they all were, if they were forced to kill. She hesitated, didn't think it was worth telling Vanya that perhaps she had been better off not involved in that sort of thing, haunted by how messed up she had turned out because of it. Knew it was more about wanting to belong, anyway. And Ava knew she sure as hell never did. "I never got to wear the official logo either, for my organization. Never got to join their prized team. Just... kept in one facility or lab or another, few people got to know I even existed." And the others from her world, outside of Romanoff, still seemed to not notice her at all. That was fine, Ava supposed, used to being invisible.
She nodded in understanding, that Vanya's family wanted to find a way home. Ava really was in no rush, no desire to really help out with such a thing. No rush to get back to her own. "I'm glad you're okay. And I'm... glad to know you. Famous or not."