"Excuse us," she said to their other teammates, then turned on her heel and left the kitchen. There wasn't any privacy here, and Spider-Woman couldn't think of any place within the vicinity that she would call remotely safe. If she didn't have to be there, she wasn't, and lead Iron Man to the outside, nodding her head up towards the sky before leaving the ground. Maybe he could trust that she wasn't entirely different then, if there was anything worth trusting. Probably not. She flew until the world below them seemed small and insignificant, until the wind corroded some of her anxiety and they were far away from SHIELD that she could breathe a little easier. Spider-Woman fled until she took to the tallest building within the proximity and took Tony to it, circling around its pinnacle before landing on its narrow ledge.
Spider-Woman settled into a long stretch of silence, staring out in front of her, calm, as if she would've been okay sitting there, sharing the silence with him and taking everything in around them. Eventually, she turned to meet his mask with a side-long glace, and then looked away as she pulled off hers. "You're the last person I expected to see again," she said, honestly. After he left the Avengers, Jessica thought that might've been the last they'd see of each other--out of all of them, she suspected she had the least reasons for him to stay in touch, and to be fair, she supposed she hadn't given him much more than that. And now he was on the New Avengers, which was probably just as curious to her and she being on the team was for him. Spider-Woman smiled faintly. This could've just been her being dramatic.