"Yeah, don't even try to lie, webhead. Guys like you are total Captain America fanboys." She waved her finger back and forth in front of his masked face and then leaned back on her heels, looking up at the sky. "No stars and stripes yet. We're getting all kinds of fun new surprises every day." She waved her hands in the air for emphasis.
Gwen looked down when he said he had been at it for so long and twenty-three jeez he was older than she thought. "Three." Spider-Woman said like three was the most pitiful number in the whole world. Three was half of six and she had to do a lot of mental gymnastics to tell herself that she was still as good as him. She was not going to end up in side kick territory. "I was bit in high school, too. It's only been a couple years." She shrugged. "But, I've effectively ruined my personal life and I have a strained relationship with my dad, so that's something right?" She joked with a cute little white and pink shrug.