They're in a hurry and not exactly the most quiet while they fumble for cloths and shoes, but it does mean that if nothing else they're quick in their search. What can Peter say? He has years of experience in being perpetually late for school and everything else at his back as he fumbles around for an appropriate sweatshirt to pull on over his suit. The first pair of shoes he tries on are too big and they get tossed aside haphazardly with a clump before he takes the next pair Miles hands him and tugs the laces as tight as they'll go.

Good enough.

"I'm honestly surprised it doesn't make snacks. Mister Stark put everything in this thing."

Drawstrings pulled tight and sleeves rolled up. Spider-Man is ready to go.

"Alright, let's do this."

The chill wind beats down on them the second they leave the rooftop, banging the door open which has to be forced shut again after they've left.