Bespoke

Peter ran the suit through his fingers. As smooth as silk and extremely comfortable, except for... He was suddenly acutely aware that Happy was in the room.

"Pretty good, huh? Tony had all of these made up in case, you know," Happy shrugged, "you'd ever need 'em."

"Yeah," Peter nodded, frantically, "awesome." He couldn't say it. "How come they're all so, uh," don't say it "tight in the crotch?"

"Oh." Happy's eyebrows rose. "I... guess Tony was used to, uh... his own measurements."

"Okay," Peter squeaked.

"Not that I'm saying-"

"Yeah great, awesome; thanks, bye." Peter jumped out the window.