Miguel was just as uncomfortable with the staring masses as Greer was. He'd been Spider-Man for a few months, but he still wasn't used to being revered as a god, a figure of worship. Far from appealing to his ego, it actually freaked him out for reasons over and above his lapsed Catholicism.
Once they were in their room, and Greer summed up their day, Miguel peeled off his mask. "So what's the verdict?" he asked. "Is this better or worse than sunbathing?"
Their conversation turned to their adoring audience. "I don't know if I'd call it a fan club. They ... they worship heroes from your time. I guess you're one of the legends they passed down. Shock, they think I'm the same Spider-Man from your time, immortal or reincarnated or whatever." He took a breath and looked away, clearly scared. "I don't have the heart to tell them I'm not."