Peter stared, blushing, for quite a few minutes. Then he finally said, "I think that is the worst thing that could possibly have happened ever." His still hard spider-doodle sent him a message that it disagreed with his assessment of current events. "Keep it down, you."
His face and other assorted body parts filled with blood, Peter focused on washing himself as well as he could. Maybe he was hoping that she would leave, or that he could think of some reason that she hadn't seen him naked--spontaneous blindness, perhaps?--but he went a bit slower than he really needed to, even with an injured arm. "Funny," he said aloud, "you'd think my spider sense would have gone off."
Spider-Doodle pointed out (as it could do very little besides point) that she hadn't been a danger, per se. "What did I tell you about shutting up? I told you to do it."
Peter dried himself off and tried to apply the bandage as best he could. It wasn't something he could do one-handed. He had thought that maybe his sticking-to-junk powers would help him out here, but he didn't have quite that level of control. "Oh no. Oh no no no." He had to ask Lara.
Peter wrapped a towel around his waist and carried the gauze and tape to Lara's room. He knocked before entering, because he hadn't been raised in a goddamn barn. Then he went in. "Um." He stood not far from where she was hiding her face in a pillow. She got herself to look up somehow. "I, uh... is there any way we could be embarrassed after you help me with this?" He held up the bandages. Unfortunately, he did so with the hand that was holding his towel around his waist, and it fell down.
Lara's eyes went wide and Spider-Doodle instantly rose to the occasion. "Wow, I was wrong about the worst thing." He quickly picked up the towel and held it in front of him, blushing so deeply his suit was thinking about suing him for copyright infringement.