It wasn't as obvious in the rigid suit, but Tony straightened his shoulders, not realizing or knowing when he had dropped them but glad to return Spider-Man's grin. That was probably right, and there was no telling what else the kid could really do but asking if someone could heal in this business felt like an invasion on the same level as asking about a guy's virginity. Tony had a better guess about that one, though.
"Could have been worse," he parroted, shrugging off his own beating. Stepping back from the spider mess, he turned to look up at the skyline and the telling angles of Stark Tower not far away, switching gears before that got any more touching. With his hands out to demonstrate, his own wrists armored where he figured Spider-Man had spent his ammo, he offered, "You need a ride?" His helmet was already fluidly reconstructing itself like it followed the rivers of his skeleton.