Peter couldn't help but feel like himself around Susan either. Truth was he liked her, she was awesome, cool, and he wasn't nearly as nervous as he was around most women as beautiful as her. Mostly because she knew he was Spider-Man, which was a massive load off. Secondly, she got what he was saying when he went off on tangents, and that definitely had its merits, since it was one of his nervous traits.
Unfortunately one nervous trait continued to pop up, rubbing at the back of his head and making wise cracking remarks. And those were definitely still there. Because though he could be himself, there was one part of himself that would always be there. The part that sucked around women, especially when they were like her. Super model hot.
Like really super model hot, not in the sense that they're too skinny and what not, but instead, in that post touch up shot on covers of Cosmo. Which was a tribute to look like that without being touched up-- and here he went again talking and rambling in his own head.
He cleared his throat, and hoped his red cheeks were diminished enough as he shrugged, "Tony can come in on the action, so long as he doesn't steal my thunder. Anyway, doesn't Reed have a trans-dimensional splitter? Maybe if we use it under water we can, you know, save Ariel from Ursula, or at least find Nemo, or even better yet--replicate that giant orb, and figure out what it's doing."
He shrugged, "There's a small chance we might bring Bikini Bottom to its knees though."