Peter could be a cocky little shit, never more so than behind his mask, but he was genuinely excited to meet Spider-Woman. Any jokes he made about being the better spider were just that: jokes. He couldn't wait to talk shop with her and compare each other's abilities in a purely scientific way. Even if he did plan on showing off to the fullest. He had the feeling she might, too.
"Ugh, that guy," Peter said, rolling his eyes even though Gwen couldn't see him. "No, Cap is actually a pretty cool guy. It feels wrong to even pretend otherwise. He's not the only one who can pull this color scheme off. though. Besides, no stars or stripes here."
Peter smiled a little at her attempt at small talk. "About six years. I was bitten when I was still in high school. I'm twenty-three now, though my boyish appearance would have you carding me." He nodded toward Gwen. "How about you?"