"That's me! Annoy the enemy into submission. Ever heard of J. Jonah Jameson? He--" A faint tingle of his spider-sense pressed him to turn around. "Excuse me." He punched a would-be attacker in the jaw and knocked him fully ten feet away. The idiot moaned, raised his head, then let it fall to the ground. "Honestly. Mommy and Daddy are talking right now."
He returned his attention to Lara. "Anyway, that's the world we live in. I'm a vigilante, you're a gun-totin' vigilante (the apostrophe replacing the 'g' in 'toting' is what makes it cool). Doesn't mean we're bad people."
They walked on, and Peter added, "And there were a couple of movies, too. Where you were raiding tombs. But they'll be called something different here, everything is."