Gwen Stacy / Steve Rogers
Gwen smiled a little. Not a smirk; a smile. Because she liked that Steve got it. He understood that Tony Stark was a precious gem and needed to be made to feel like that because he deserved it. Gwen didn't know how long they had here. She didn't like to think about that because the longer she was there, the longer she wanted to stay, but even she could admit that this could all end tomorrow and they might end up back where they came from. Or they might just all cease to exist. If that happened? Then she at least wanted Tony to know how fucking loved he was. And Mr. Rogers was definitely someone who could do that. So was she, in a different capacity. And Peter. And they all needed to do it as much as possible.
Gwen actually laughed when he spun her around again because she hadn't been expecting it. "I get that," she said. "The doors are really unpredictable. I guess there's always a risk involved, but so is being here in general, right? I mean, we dunno how long we've got to be here. So if you think about it that way, it's either risk it and go or risk it and stay." She shrugged, but was still smiling a bit.
"But if you'd rather stay here, then we can set something up. Something nice. You and Mr. Stark can have dinner, we can rig up that screen they used for Clint's birthday party and do a private viewing of whatever movie you want. And we'll play music so you can dance. We'll find the perfect song. It'll be special. He deserves it. And I mean I guess you do too." She nudged his ribs to show she was teasing.