I don't expect you to have advice, Winchester, I'm just
I don't have people to talk to. Not about this crap. Pete and Ben have their Spider-Family, the X-Men are all clustered off together, or we're dealing with the kids' table and people I don't know that well. I'm a stranger to all my best friends except Peter (and he's got his own family), and every few weeks, I've gotta do the same song and dance. I get my damn hopes up, and then it's "Hey, I'm Carol, you know me in another world". Just because I'm friends with them in another world doesn't mean they should give a shit now, it just makes me look like a stalker. They don't know what to do with that.
So I'm [...]
I can't unload this on Steve. Bucky's in a hospital bed and Steve doesn't need to listen to me whine.