Ugh. Spare me this trite. You wouldn't know how our battles went, you vacuous little brat.

And you certainly can't expect me to believe you have any success in those 'wrestling' matches. It isn't you that manage to defeat the likes of cosmic threats - it's your team. So spare me your childish goading as well.

I'm more than a match for you in this body, regardless of who the original owner was. My intellect and Parker's physical prowess are a match made in heaven. But no, I won't singe my gloves on the likes of you.

[Reaching towards his wrist, he presses a small button there in the center of the gauntlet. Nothing visible happens.]

Attack if you like, but this is your last warning: I will defend myself.