The suit was amazing, just, amazing. Peter didn't know what it was made of, but it felt like a million dollars. Literally a million. He'd had a chance to touch aerogel, once, and it was the same feeling. It felt like science.
Science and money.
It was made to measure, too, skintight, which was a little weird, because when had there been time for that? Maybe Mr. Stark had eyeballed it, which made sense, because he was probably the most intelligent man alive. And he financed and designed for the other Avengers, so he probably knew a lot about textiles. The suit was light, what athletic brands called 'Breathable'.
Peter slipped on the gloves, which fit like, well, gloves , and stuck his hand to his the wall. He could cling through the gloves, which seemed like a good sign. That had been his biggest worry.
The boots were amazingly lightweight, barely heavier than socks. The soles were hard enough to protect his feet, but thin enough for his powers to work through.
Which he tested by sprinting up a wall.
Not even crawling, which would have been much more sensible, but just running . Up the wall of a hangar, because he was clever like that, then on to the ceiling. The quinjet was black below him, shining in the evening light.
Peter swung into a sitting position on the ceiling, and tried to process everything. He was dressed in a head-to-toe engineering miracle. He was about to fight alongside the Avengers. With...other Avengers. Which was weird, and exciting, and couldn't properly be expressed in language. He couldn't really picture it. He could maybe handle the concept of one Avenger being in the same room as him, because that'd happened , or two, like at a press conference or something, but all of them? That was too much. That was a dream come true.
And also, Black Widow would be there, on their team , which he almost certainly couldn't handle. She was both a superhero and a woman, two of the most awe-striking types of people on Earth. If she spoke to him at any point, Peter would actually die . He might die from being near her. She was attractive enough to give someone a heart attack. Quite a few of the Avengers were, actually. At least Captain America had the decency to wear a mask.
But he'd be okay, if he could stay calm about it, because he was dressed for battle. Armed. Prepared. He looked like a superhero, and he was pretty sure he was better armoured than he'd ever been in his life. He was about to meet- on the battlefield, but it was still technically meeting- the Avengers.
Thank god for Tony Stark.