Gwen was admittedly a bit nervous. That was why she got the coffee. In hindsight, maybe not the best thing for nerves but she knew he liked it and she was a coffee drinker too so why not? Besides, she hadn't wanted to just show up empty handed. Aunt May had taught her better than that. It was just... She really admired Mr. Stark and thought he was really awesome. Not in that creepy Lifetime Movie teenage girl tries to seduce the older successful guy away from his family or something weird like that. Gross. No, this was pure admiration and respect. Probably somewhere deeply rooted in that admiration was the fact that she really had been missing her father pretty badly even before she popped up in Starklandia and that strain on their relationship had been pretty hard on her. She knew Tony wasn't her dad but he made her feel the way her dad did. Naturally, she was drawn to that. Kinda like how Alpha Peter came across to her like a brother she'd never had. It was nice. It made being here a lot easier.
Getting the chance to hang out, learn new things, and spend time with someone who she genuinely liked in this town sounded pretty effing awesome. The nerves kicked in when she thought about the fact that yeah, she really looked up to Tony but what if he didn't like her? She'd not gotten that impression but it kind of came with the territory of being an insecure teenager who was starving for validation and acceptance, coming from a world where that was seriously lacking from just about everyone she knew. They either hated Spider-Woman or they were pissed off at Gwen Stacy; her dad was one of the few exceptions, and maybe that was why it was so important to her that Tony Stark wanted to spend time with her.
"Really? A bot? We can do that?" She seemed awestruck. "I promise I'll try not to cause any explosions. I can be careful." She took the coffee and took a sip of it. Yeah, she liked the basic white girl drinks and she wasn't ashamed of it but she thought she could get used to the hard stuff, too. She had about a million and seven questions but hoped she wouldn't get too hyper about it. Coffee, again, maybe not the best choice but she was going with it. "Where do we start?" She asked, reaching back with one hand to kind of twist her hair into a bun so it stayed out of her face.