"I've never had a pet," Natasha told her, but she didn't sound entirely disinterested in the idea. Not unless you counted the fact that she was happy to occasionally take Lucky for a walk or throw around some sticks for him, but she wasn't responsible for his daily care and keeping. Still, there was something sort of charming about the way so many of their number had... gotten attached to one of these little creatures, and it was never a bad thing, to make a place feel more like a home, when you had something depending on you.
She smiled at Gwen, kicking her feet through one of the little piled up snowdrifts to send out a shower of perfect flakes in front of them. Even the snow here seemed a little more lightweight, a little cleaner and more sparkly than it had at home, and she breathed in another lungful of the crisp, clean air. "Okay, spiderling, talk to me about how we find me one. I'll defer to you on this mission, you're running it," she said. "And tell me about the one you picked up for yourself, anything I need to know about taking care of it."
For a moment, she thought about asking if Tony had gotten one for himself, then decided to pass on the subject. It wasn't that she was mad at Tony; really, she wasn't, she knew she was right when she said it wasn't fair, he'd done nothing, he didn't deserve any ire. Mostly it was just still a little bit of a sore area, something she was working to let go the same way she was working to let go of the fact that Steve didn't take her relationship with James seriously.
And anyway, today was about Gwen. "You're in charge," she said. "First Spider today."