Her version of calm was probably not fighting every damn day, her version was not having an intergalactic threat every week, her version was Reed Richards not breaking the universe because he was making coffee a different way. But she understood that her version wasn't everyone else's version, at least. This? All the chaos that still came with this. It was pretty damn calm for her.
"We probably do. We still voluntarily do all this." Sucking some milkshake thoughtfully, Carol tried to imagine therapy, opening up enough to do it. She could barely do those media interviews back when they were trying to build up the trust in the Avengers again, could hardly sit and smile and answer unassuming questions, never mind prying ones trying to get to the root of her troubles. It was why it had taken Tony to get her to admit that her drinking was a problem. Why she hadn't gone to AA or found a support group, because how could she explain what led her to drink to people who didn't understand that chaos, carnage and world ending threats.
"It takes trust. Sometimes that takes a while to build. Sometimes it wanes. But if it helps a little in the process, it's good." It was maybe why it hurt as much, not having her Steve and Tony and Jess and Logan. They propped her up, had her back, understood. These people were her friends, and she liked them all, but they didn't fully understand the history there.
"Cap's? Sure, you've been Captain America, Sam and I think Tony offered it to Clint when we thought Steve was dead for a while. But it seems, mostly, to cycle among you, Steve and Sam. Three amigos that you all are."