Marvel I Spider-Man (MCU)
"I'm good!" Peter was pointedly not looking at the dress hanging on Carol's body. Even if he was able to look, he didn't want to look, so a) he didn't get distracted, and b) to protect her modesty? privacy? Whatever. Peter didn't want to do or say anything embarrassing. So. No dress.
"Okay! I'll--I'm good!" With a smile that she couldn't see through his mask, Peter shot some webbing and lept from the side of the building.
To be honest, it was absolutely freeing to fly through the air and swing from tall buildings. Not that there were that many in Vegas--not like New York--but there were a whole lot more than in Starklandia.
It didn't take Peter long to reach the ground. Once he was there, he started doing his best to direct traffic, to try and waylay the bits of shrapnel that were raining down from the destroyed ship(s) overhead. It was rough work. Now Peter had a lot more respect for the Avengers who saved New York from its invasion.