Gwen nodded. It was really nice that she understood that way of thinking. She knew that there were always going to be risks. Tony could still get hurt. Alpha Peter could too. Mr. Rogers, anyone she cared about. But they were capable of defending themselves, they at least stood a chance. They weren't just in the line of fire without having capability of combating the danger. Unless, of course, the danger was whatever it was that brought them here who could make them leave. That was the one thing none of them had any control over but for whatever reason, it hadn't stopped her from wanting to be close and closer to the people she'd grown to love. If anything she just wanted more time, more closeness, more everything.
"It's also good knowing that there's a level of understanding there. I mean, we've all been through the ringer, we've all felt what a thankless situation this role can be," she said. "We've all lost people, we've all felt these feelings, and we can relate. It's a shitty way to bond with someone but for people like us it's also kind of a relief to know you're not alone. God, I felt so alone back home, even with Captain America around, she and I weren't close. But here? It's great. And you're right. I think it is a choice we have to make for ourselves." She ate a bite of sandwich, then tilted her head. "Was it hard? When Clint found you and you became part of a team? Was it hard to go from operating solo to working with other people?"