Father/Daughter Woods BadASS Time
It could've been worse, it could've gotten worse, but fortunately they'd located a door and it was the right door and they were back at the weird ass house and things were about as normal as it could get for their situation once Tony got the door shut. None of the creatures tried to get in behind them. Gwen didn't even hear any sort of banging on it or anything like that so maybe it disappeared once they were through it? She wasn't going to give it a lot of thought; they made it, so that was all she cared about right now.
Gwen hadn't been scared. Not really. And even if it had gotten worse, she had so much faith in being able to fight beside Tony that she was confident she could've faced another hundred of those things and managed. Maybe that was overly confident but they'd done pretty great in there. That said, she was glad that they weren't, and that a self-care-spa-date was in the works instead.
"I'm fine," she said, and reached for his hand to squeeze it once the armor came off of him. "Iron Man's so cool," she added with a grin. She was looking a hot mess; usually her spider suit kept things in place other than flattening her hair. But she was dirt smudged and had some little twigs and leaves in her hair and stuck to her clothes here and there. "I'd say I'll race you home but I think a brisk walk will be fine."