It was probably cynical to think that free slushies was a pretty darn good reward for saving the world all the time—they should really get some kind of perk, right?
"That sounds a bit like most of our drama; not all bad, not all good. Just... something." It was usually some mix of things, good things mingling with the bad, enough that they overlooked the bad to focus on the good and keep pushing forward. "Although I feel like you should be due a bit more good with all the shit you've had to deal with." Scrunching the wrapper from her burger up, Carol dropped it back into the bag she'd brought.
The Thanos thing seemed like the biggest pile of shit she'd heard about; they'd lost team mates before, they'd had their entire lives rewritten, dealt with the threat of complete destruction. But they'd never been dealt the kind of blow where they lost so dramatically like that. She imagined it was particularly harrowing. "Yeah, I imagine there'd be a lot of internal tutting over that." It did not surprise her that he had been pushed to get therapy rather than voluntarily seeking it out, and her smirk probably showed that.
"Nothing wrong with that, it might be helpful. Sometimes I feel like we should all be in therapy, but then we might all be committed." And how many of them wouldn't be able to completely process things. "I'm not a therapist at all, but if you do just need to talk, my ear is here."