"Um." Peter adjusted himself slightly, still red enough that the color was threatening to shift out of the visible spectrum. "I think you're an awesome lady and I'd totally like to try the dating thing sometime, but can we have this conversation sometime later when I'm not naked? I've seen a number of... art films... ahem... that feature this subject, and I'm ninety to ninety-five percent sure that we're not going the same way that that one did. For one thing, I've got a hole in me that isn't a sexy hole."
Peter paused, willing his erection to go away with all of his Spider-Might. It didn't Spider-Work, but it did cheer him up a bit to use Spider-Prefixes on everything.
On Spider-Everything.
The hug hadn't helped much either. In the moment, he could hold her tight and feel comforted. Now that it was past, his teenage mind was mostly focusing on her chest squished against his. "So I'm going to... um... deal with this, and then get dressed a little more, with a belt probably, and then... yeah." He opened the door without looking behind him and walked through it. There was a small crash and Peter came back in, a pair of very fancy underwear in his hair. "That's a closet in there," he helpfully informed her before finding the real door.
There was a brief cessation of noise before Peter shouted from his bedroom, "Argh! Panties!"