"He's amazing." Peter nodded in agreement. "That's kinda how things worked for me. When I was a kid I was kinda obsessed with the Avengers, used to pretend I was Iron Man. Had a mask and everything. When I realized I had powers I thought I could do what they did, just on a small scale so I made myself a costume and went around doing what I could for the neighborhood. Then Mr. Stark recruited me to help with a, uh, thing and he's been mentoring me and making suits for me ever since."
Peter leaned in a little once Dick was out of sight, appearing almost conspiratorial. "Has he always been obsessed with his own ass?" Sure, he didn't have the superhuman senses that Peter did, but he was mostly sure that no matter what he said to her his boyfriend would hear. He could take some light teasing, it would be fine. "I mean, he talks about it pretty often but only like once a day, not a bunch in the middle of a conversation."
He understood it, of course. If his butt looked like Dick's he'd probably go on about it too. And it was a great way of avoiding certain other topics, Peter loved making use of a good chance to deflect.