So they were both nervous. That was great. And kind of funny, but for the fact that probably neither of them would admit it.
Tony was used to being disliked, to being the guy that people harbored poor opinions of back home, and that was fair, he figured. He'd done a lot to deserve it; he'd destroyed an entire city, he'd broken up the Avengers and somehow made Captain America a fugitive. He'd failed to save the planet and the entire universe and now half of it was gone. And that was on him. It just was. And that wasn't even getting into it here, where half the people seemed not to like him based on some other version of him that'd done things he'd never had anything to do with at all.
Bu that didn't mean he didn't want to be liked. That didn't mean he still didn't want the things he'd -- well. Pete had practically been his kid. Morgan was his, but it was unlikely that he'd ever meet her. And here Gwen was, looking for guidance and some kindness and approval and it was a little impossible for his brain not to bridge a few gaps. It just was.
Especially when she sipped at coffee that she clearly wasn't used to, but didn't make a face, just kept on keeping on. How could he not want more of that in his life? Tony couldn't help his fond expression.
"A bot. Absolutely. No explosions necessary. We just have to think about what we want it to do, right? Do you want a helper? A friend? Something else? I built my first one when I was --sixteen? He's just a literal helping hand. He's not even good at it. That's not really the point."