So. [Peter rolls upright in one graceful movement, then ruins the effect when he starts scuffing a foot on the masonry. He crosses his arms, uncrosses them, puts them akimbo, decides that's too intimidating, rubs the back of his neck.] You said you didn't know who I was supposed to be, but I think you do. At least, that's what Gwen and Spider-Woman tell me.
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