“Alright, you just lost your internet privileges,” Peter declared, plucking the phone out of her hands and into his own.
"Hey, I’m using that! —- Whoa, thank God I didn’t tweet it or you woulda chopped my hands off."
“Okay, good! Shut up, Anya. We both know you just wanted to laugh at the fact they sell Spider-Ramen.”
“His ass is famous everywhere. But it’s my ass, not the fans’. Yeah, I know, like, jesus. Get a hobby… That isn’t stalking my boyfriend, I mean.”
"You can’t be a good person nowadays ‘cause your friends think you want to make fun of ‘em, huh? Don’t be surprised if you don’t get a birthday present."
"Yeah, by the way, he said he told you something’ I was in, like, love with him or whatever—-What is up with that?”
“It’s not just about that,” the blonde retorted rolling her eyes slightly as she let out a small giggle. “It’s about you being such a great friend… And finally getting the limelight. Y’know, they really should talk about you more than they do the other.” Since when does everyone in New York City acknowledge another arachnid wearing hero’s existence when Spider-Man is their ‘dark knight’? “Where have you been? Hiding from your newfound fame?”
"Great friend? D’aw, isn’t that cute. Thanks, Olivia." She smirked at the other. "Yeah, hidin’. I can’t go out without being attacked by the flashes of the cameras." Anya joked, placing her hands on her hips as she grinned at the other.
“Anya!” The blonde calls out her friend’s name as she swiftly walks right up to Anya. “I heard what you did. The news couldn’t stop talking about your heroism.”
"Y’all got so cuddly, huh?" Letting out a low chuckle, Anya wrapped her arms around the other, embracing her in return. "It’s all ‘bout that? But it was nothing! Just me doing my daily job, except that this time it seems that I highlighted more than Spidey."
“It is, don’t tell him I said that though. Like, blue and red don’t go that good together unless you’re trying to go for like, really patriotic style. Maybe because you wanted to annoy us with Spider-Ramen?”
“And there are soooo many pictures of his ass in the internet, like, Jesus. How do people even get these pictures?”
"Hah, yeah and sure, th’ secret’s safe. —- Oh, I think it was ‘cause I’m a good person and I wanted to buy my friends something so they wouldn’t forget me."
"His ass is famous on the webs. Well, there are a lot of peeps with free time and a camera… And an unhealthy obsession with superheroes."
“I feel like it’d be best for the universe if I didn’t make a Twitter.”
"Yeah, I’m gonna tell ‘em all how Spider-Man is in love with me and used the s’cuse that I was in love with him whilst I wasn’t even here.”
“Admit it. You had to have missed me even a little bit.”
“Come on, work with me here. I told Tracy you were secretly in love with me! Which, by the way, I still believe to be absolutely true.”
"Read my tweets, you’ll see there if I missed you or not."
"…" Judging you so hard right now, Parker.
“What? I can compliment people once in a while, and I like the design of the costume. Blue and black go well together. I do buy normal ramen, the only reason I ate that Spider-Ramen was because you got it for me.”
“It’s crazy how many spider-stuff you can find nowadays. I saw a spider-balloon the other day in the mall.”
"And it’s more cool than Spidey’s. Good thing you ate it, ramen is ramen after all. I already forgot why I decided to buy it, though."
"I can’t swing ‘roung without seeing at least one of those balloons. There’s too much merch of the nerd.”
“It’s food. Of course I loved it.”
“As long as you weren’t on one of those crazy Eat, Pray, Love journeys into self discovery, whatever,” Peter smiled, pulling back, “Shut up, you know you love me.”
“‘Sides the fact it had your face on it. Pretty sure you’d love it.”
"More like, Eat, Swing, Fight… And eat, again —- Wha? Me? Love you? Ha, that memory of yours is already failing, gramps? Last time I checked we were fightin’ over Doritos.”
“And you look pretty good in it too. They were, I didn’t even try them. I don’t wanna be that freak that eats tiny-… Whatever those things are with her boyfriend’s face painted on them.”
“Most likely, they looked pretty weird.”
"Where did that come from? Really wasn’t expecting the compliment but thank you! Well, then, don’t ya think it be better to buy normal ramen? Not Spider-Ramen with creepy petit pois on it.”
“Yup, second that.”