Gwen didn't really understand why she could do the things she could do now. She'd always been a pretty active child with a tendency to get into things especially when she wasn't supposed to. But she'd never been able to climb walls before! Not just shelves, but actual walls! And the ceiling! She was supposed to be careful and not go too high because sometimes sticking to the walls stopped working and that could be bad. But it was fun and it kept her from getting bored so yes, she was climbing more and higher than she probably should.
The people that lived in the house with her were all important people. She still didn't really remember much but what she did remember was that she loved them and for her, that was really all it took. She loved playing with Mr. Stark and with Steve.
She'd decided that it was time to climb outside on the side of the house because she'd already crawled all over pretty much every inch of the inside. It was a rule she wasn't supposed to go higher than the windows but she did, and then the sticking thing stopped working and she fell. Down, down, down -- splat. And with falling came scraped knees and a scraped elbow and tears in her eyes. Her lip was quivering but she was trying to be brave. "Steve!" So much for that. She pretty much attached herself to him and sniffled a lot.