"Okay, awesome," he breathes, pulling the mask out of his pocket. "Gotta mask up just until we get there or Mr. Stark will kill me."

He tugs the mask on, only pulling it halfway down, just enough to obscure his features before he fires off a web to the nearest rooftop and steps a little closer.

"So, uh, I won't drop you, I promise but I've got to --" he trails off, wrapping his free arm around Bev's waist. Yeah, okay, this is definitely the closest he's gotten. Wow.

Being Spider-man is awesome.

"Hold tight," he says, just before they jump.