Peter: I Walk Around Like Everythings Fine..

Peter: I walk around like everything’s fine..

Scott, sympathizing: Is it not? If it isn't, then that's alright, you don't owe anyone anything to pretend that you're okay when you ar—

Peter, tearing up: But deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.

Scott:

Scott, muttering: Why did I agree to this..

Peter: Mr. Stark, can I go ride my bike?

Tony: Do whatever, I'm not your dad.

Also Tony, 2.7 seconds later: Wear your gear, Peter, and not in the streets!

Peter: Mr. Stark, look! I found this really cool cat, but they looked so sad and so I kinda took them with me so they can eat and now I think I've gotten attached and I really want to keep it.

Tony, on the verge of an aneursym: Peter–Peter, that's a fucking panther.

Peter: What if the actual reason why our clothes are heavier when we get out of the bodies of water like oceans, is because we carry the weight of the souls of the corpses that drowned in there? Like, they're souls that haven't rested yet, and they can possess, and we're the nearest living thing so they try to attach themselves to us but end up being on our clothes instead.

Tony, crying as he cancels the beach trip: Peter, please stop, I'm already planning a different vacation plan—

Deadpool: Say, what's a less legal, more effective alternative to pepper spray?

Daredevil, without missing a beat: A flamethrower.

Spider-Man, who only wanted to team up for Team Red: *sigh* Guys, his knife barely touched me.

Avengers: *being split into little groups again after a big fight*

Tony: The Titanic ain't got shit on us.