"That bleak." Peter states, really enunciating each syllable to get the words around the fabric he's currently go in his mouth. He takes the towel and applies it to his rashes. Very carefully, When Tony's attention is on something else, he chances scratching through it and it burns and cools all at once. It's kinda nice. He does it again and finally lets the hem of his shirt go so that it falls back over is, what he hopes is stealthy, scratching.

"I really hope it exists somewhere because I'd hate for it to have only been thing in my universe just to get.. obliterated." The Avengers had done what they could but there was still lots of casualties.

Where did the anti-itch cream go? Peter takes a glance around the room and wonders if it also managed to find its way under furniture.

"Karen used to send all my text messages for me. Well not all of them-I mean that wasn't her job. Actually, I'm not sure what her actual job was other than to report my every single move to Friday." That was an exaggeration but he's pretty sure that's how Tony knew about the lady that bought him a churro that day. "Ned joked that was probably like an AI Nanny which is bananas insulting!"