There really wasn't anyone else who could comfort her the way Tony could. The closest to come to it would've been Alpha Peter or Natasha, but it was just... different. Not that she wouldn't have been just as appreciative. She loved them, too. But there was a connection there, between her and Tony. Sometimes Gwen felt like maybe she could be to him what he was to her, too. And honestly? It was the best feeling.
Hugging him brought her immense relief. And a lot of that derived from the fact that if he was hugging her, that meant he was there. Tony hadn't vanished. He was still present and he wasn't going away. Gwen didn't like to live her life in fear, and she tried not to, but in times like this it was hard not to be reminded that time was finite. None of them had any idea if they'd still be in Starklandia tomorrow. This, all of this around them, could go away in an instant and what did that mean? Would they be dead? Were they taken back home? Would they remember any of it? It was hard not to get into her head so much that she wasn't overwhelmed by the unknowns.
Thank goodness Tony arrived before that happened, else he would've probably found her in the midst of a full blown anxiety attack and that would've made it a lot harder. Plus, her fancy coffee would've settled and not been nearly as good to drink. "Thank you," she said. "For being here." Slowly, she drew back because she was going to be okay. That hug had grounded her, made her remember that even if they were gone tomorrow, they still had today and she could savor that and have that enjoyment with someone she truly did love.
"Okay. Deep breath." She inhaled, then exhaled and looked at the coffee cups he'd brought. "You brought me basic fancy coffee. Best." She hugged him again, but it was more her usual Gwen-type-hugs and not the desperate thank-god-you're-here-I'm-free-falling sort of cling she had on him before.