"Hey, it's not me now, is it? It's those hypothetical guys. The ones who're giving me the street cred. Damn those hypothetical guys! Damn them I say!" Peter shook his fist in a random direction. "I should relieve my stress by giving them whatfor! Why, I could verily engage them in fisticuffs! What ho! Et cetera. All right enough of that."
Peter blushed again, then he decided that he couldn't have this woman driving him crazy. It was a tactical disadvantage, as Cap would say. Then he remembered Black Cat, who was infinitely more forward but had more or less the same effect. The blush faded, and he removed the flirtation problem as easily as Black Cat had done. He took off his mask.