Gwen didn't have the longevity in super heroing that Mr. Stark or most of the other people in town did. She also didn't have as much experience in most things in life simply because yeah, she was a kid. Much as it went against the whole need to be independent teenager mentality, she was young. But in that short amount of time, she had been exposed to plenty of heavy, awful situations and sometimes, for sure, she felt more like she was just existing, surviving, rather than really living. But she tried, pretty hard, to stay away from that mentality, and kept trying to do things that kept her out of survival mode and continuing to live her life the best she could. Here, it was a lot easier.
Even though they'd not really done much yet, she was absorbing all of his words, listening and nodding in understanding. Basically, don't get ahead of herself, don't think too much, just figure out what she wanted, how it should look, and then they'd build it. "Okay, I can do that," she said. She was looking intently at the pad, head next to his, even though the paper was still blank.
Together, they came up with a drawing that did look like a spider. She wanted it to be light weight enough to climb shelves without tipping them over so it could actually put the clothes away, too. What she noticed most of all was that not only was she enjoying herself, but it felt like Tony was too. He was patient with her, more than even she thought he'd be. Rather than correct her, he'd make suggestions.
"It looks so cool!" She exclaimed when they'd finished the drawing. "We're really gonna make this little guy?" Because of course to her, it was going to be like a living thing. Not just a robot.