[He nods slowly, his mind still reeling back to the warehouse. To how terrified he was. He hadn't told anybody about that; it was... his own thing. But sometimes when he walks into big buildings, he gets that weird vertigo, that kind that shoots off danger warnings. He hadn't felt it before Toomes dropped a ceiling on him, and he's having a heck of a time telling if it's a normal human reaction to that, or if it's his powers being... weird.

He wants to admit he gets it, that he knows it can be painful and that nobody's invincible, he totally understands now — he's been knocked down a few pegs — but he's not sure if he should. Should he? It feels rude, to hear all this and not give anything back, but...]

Yeah. Yeah, everyone needs someone who can handle the things they can't.

That's why heroes are around, right? With great power, great responsibility?

[Ben knew, because Ben was a hero in his own right.

He saved a little orphaned kid from a life of never belonging, didn't he?]