[She kisses back, quietly, stupidly happy that he's alive and not heavily injured, that they've still got time that they should really start making the most of any second now.

Just. Give her a moment, this is a very nice kiss. When she breaks away she gets to her feet, dusts off her pants--there's grime (she's sure it's grime, she doesn't want to know what else it could be) on them now, which is kind of sad, these were her favorite pair.]

Then come on, there's a back door we can use. I'll text Jen and Foggy when we're clear, you won't even have to see Spider-Man. [Of course Foggy is also never going to let go of this, but at least it's just going to be him and Kirsten. And Jen. And Spider-Man. And god knows who else.]