[ The car that Wade waves down idles for a bit, menacingly, before the driver cranks the window down, and out pops a cowled face in a very familiar looking mask— albeit with a change in color scheme. ]

Bull$#!& you were ever in the Scouts.

[ Okay, maybe she can actually swear now that she's not stuck in a comic book available for all ages, but the self-censorship has become a bit of a habit for Gwen. Weird how she's able to do it out loud, though...

The pink-lensed eyes of her mask narrow as she stares Wade down. ]

Hang on, you're not Wade... Well, I mean, you're clearly Wade, but you're not Wade-Wade.