"Sixteen, to be... exaggerating. Almost sixteen. So... fifteen-ish, I suppose I would say. I suppose you could... yeah. I'm fifteen." Spidey rubbed the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed. It wasn't as if he had lied, per se. He just allowed people to deduce incorrect information. For his safety. And, to be frank, enjoyment.
"Please don't throw up on me. The last time a pretty older woman found out how young I am she threw up on me. I mean, the spider on my chest doesn't stand for Vomitman, you know?"