[He sucks in a breath, listening to his own heartbeat (and her's) for a second. This is gonna suck; he wonders how long it'll last, because the actual transformation was a little too long for his liking last time. But hey, when he looks at his hand, there's no sign of a bite. Obviously.]

I figured I'd stay on brand until the shoe deal came through. Then I could be Nikes-Man or something.

[His breathing has at least evened out completely; he's not on the verge of hysterics, cool. And then there's a pause, because the last person he told this to barely took him seriously. He tucks his hands under his arms, feeling cold in the breeze (Mr. Stark put a heater in the suit, but he thinks maybe that would be a godawful idea). ]

Actually, I got bit by a radioactive spider.