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After first debriefing, Luke being the one to stay at the fight the whole time, Powerman sees Spidey in nothing but his suit's leggings, the rest of his suit discarded semi neatly on the non occupied corner of the couch. Peter's arm is wrapped loosely around Sam who is back into civies set for warm weather after his helmet dematerialized hsi suit. Peter went to grab the torso portion of his own suit but Sam quickly slapped his hand away. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cold,” Peter said with a pout.
Sam gave a skeptical squint and said, “or are you…” He grabbed his discarded communicator and activated the built-in scanner. He watched the readout vigilantly; hypothermia has the side effect of making a person think they were warm when in actuality they were near death. Heatstroek could do the same inverted thing, Sam wasn't sure. Luckily, that was not the case and Peter's body was back to normal human temperature. He sighed and said, “ninety-two, seven.”
“Awesome.” Peter reassembled most of his suit but omitted the gloves and mask. He pulled Sam into his lap and cuddled him close now that they don’t need to worry about body heat. Luke smiles and quietly slips away, not disturbing the cliché yet sweet moment his friends share.
Some time later, Ava disturbed them anyway, ushering them for their debriefs.