"... So... you're Spider Man."
"Yes, Flash. I said yes the last forty two times you said that, and I'll say yes the next forty two times you say that. Look: mask, Spider Man. No mask, Peter Parker. Spider Man, Peter Parker. Spider Man, Peter Parker."
"I get it, geez! It's just... That means, the entire time I was pushing you around...?"
"Yeah."
"Then... why didn't you totally kick my ass? ... I would've deserved it."
"... Yeah, you would have. But that's not how a hero operates. You know that now, right?"
"... Yeah. Maybe that means... Maybe that means I'm still not really a hero."
"... Look, Flash, even I didn't start out as a hero. I went through a lot of crap to get there... Crap I hope you never have to go through. But you're trying, and that's the important part. Hey, didn't you try to shove me out of the way of that statue that one time? I mean, I didn't need it, but you tried, even back then. That's something, right?"
"Yeah. That's 'cause of you, you know."
"I know. And that honestly makes me a teeny bit uncomfortable."
"That makes two of us."
"..."
"..."
"You think...?"
"Yeah, I think. A lot, actually. Probably more than I should."
"Heh, I can't believe I didn't figure you out. You and Spidey got the same sense of humor."
"If you'd figured it out before, your head might've exploded."
"You're probably right."
"Anyway, you said... you think...?"
"Wha-? Oh, yeah. You think I can... I can do this whole hero thing?"
"You've got a pretty good start on it. You want to, and that's a big step. Just as long as you remember..."
"I know, I know. I just..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for all the crap I put you through."
"You've apologized before."
"I know, but I feel like I need to do it again. 'Cause I'm trying to be a hero now and all. So... yeah. I'm sorry."
"Okay. Then... I accept your apology. Again."
"..."
"Do you need a hug?"
"... What?"
"You know, just... a bro-hug. You look like you need it. And considering we just saved New York and I had a great talk with my Aunt May, I'm up to it if you are."
"... Dude, no offense, but I'd rather chop my legs off. It'd just be too weird."
"Okay, fine. Just asking."
"Yeah, well... Thanks for everything, Peter."
"... No problemo. Oh, hey, I have stuff to do, so I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Sure. We're just gonna go grab some lunch."
"Yeah? Who with?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said 'we're' gonna grab some lunch. I was just wondering who 'we' are."
"Uh, no, I said I'm gonna go grab some lunch. Like, by myself. You musta heard me wrong. ... Hey, Pete... Are you okay?"
"Huh?"
"You look kinda spaced out there for a second."
"Wha-? Oh, yeah, sure. It's nothing. I'm sure it's nothing..."