Peter just watched Blake go to work, and hopped up onto the table as instructed. He winced at the pressure he put on it with the jump, but he was growing used to it by now. He had resilience, and he was running on pure adrenaline by now. Watching him moving around, Peter just nodded with a shrug in his shoulder, "Yea, trust me it's not the worse I've received either. Well, that's not true; it kind of is, but still it comes with the profession."
"Now give it to me straight doc, am I pregnant? I just don't have the finances to keep a baby right now, and I can't take this kind of news," then finally looked down at the suit, "Aw, man. I went to a lot of trouble to buy this from Spiders-R-Us. Alright, fine, cut what you need to. I'm sure it won't hurt nearly as bad as actually getting the injuries."
His feet kicked back and forth just a bit, then noted the way he was looking at the webbing pad, "Oh, uh, household bleach, vinegar, mix it with a bit of CLR, and you should be able to dissolve it away. It'll hurt... a ton, but the webbing'll at least go away."