Black coffee was definitely gross. It didn't have anything sweet to it to cut the bitter taste and she had no idea how Tony made it a habit to drink it that way but she was going to drink it anyway. Maybe it was one of those things that once you drank enough of it you got used to the taste, and you weren't really drinking it for the taste anyway. More for effect. Take away all the foam and the pumpkin spice and get to the good stuff that kept you moving. That sounded more logical, and when she thought of it that way then sure, she could drink black coffee and not make a face.
Sometimes Gwen felt a little bummed that not everyone in Starklandia knew her, but that had its advantages too. She had a Tony Stark in her world but he was definitely not the same at this Tony. It meant that they were on a bit of an even playing field. He wasn't subjected to her seemingly eternal struggle with trying to get people to see she wasn't the bad guy and she didn't know him as Iron Man, the guy who saved the world but also carried its burdens on his shoulders. She just knew him as Mr. Stark, and she thought he was wonderful.
That, of course, didn't mean she was objective to learning more about him. Quite the contrary. Gwen wanted to know anything he'd share with her. Not just the Avengers stuff. She wanted to learn about the Tony stuff.
"Holy crap, you mean it's for me?" She asked, her eyes wide with wonder. "Well, it'd be pretty fan-freaking-tastic to have a helper to fold clothes at Van Dyne's. Folding is the worst." She took another sip. Still gross, but not as bad the second time. "You built one when you were sixteen? Wow."