Things had gotten a little weird in Stsrklandia lately. There seemed to be tensions among the grownups about what they should be doing to keep people safe and Gwen wasn't going to involve herself. She cared about what happened to the town and the people in it, but she hadn't been in the mood to engage in an argument with someone she didn't know. Best to let the adults figure that crap out. At least for now. She might have a voice in the matter down the road.
What she was in the mood for, was to get her hands dirty and learn how to do some tinkering with stuff with Mr. Stark. She was really excited about it. One of the things she'd come to learn about most of the other spiderlings was that they all had either totally made their Spider-suits or they'd made their web shooters or both. Gwen hadn't done either so it made her feel a little lame as a Spider-Person. But she hoped she could learn a little something from Tony about stuff like that. She also just really wanted to spend time with him.
Gwen had always had a very close relationship with her father when she was a child, all the way up to when she became Spider-Woman. After she was put in a position where she had to tell Captain Stacy the truth about her identity, their relationship suffered. Gwen stayed away from him most of the time because she thought she was protecting him. She missed the connection they had. She missed her dad.
But today wasn't a day for dwelling. Gwen wanted to spend time with Tony that day, and she hoped it was still okay. She'd read through the nets and learned that the Peter from his world was gone. Gwen knew he must be hurting, and she was on the fence about whether she should contact him and tell him if he needed to postpone that it was okay, or if she should just go and show him she was there for him. She knew she was still a kid, and maybe she couldn't do much. But she was there. She couldn't replace Peter and she wouldn't even try. But maybe being his Gwen in Starklandia would be enough to bring him some comfort. It certainly brought a great deal of it to her when she missed her dad.
When she got to the workshop, she walked up and knocked on the open door. "Hey Mr. Stark," she said, brightly. "I come bearing gifts. Well, one gift." In one of her hands was a pot of coffee from, well, COFFEE.