Getting recognized everywhere was flattering, but also a pain in the ass. It wasn't pleasant being bombarded with questions when you were just trying to get some takeout. You hated ignoring fans and often gave them a signature before letting Peter do his job. Luckily, this time you were able to get back to your car without much attention. Sitting back in your car, you open your takeout and begin to eat it in the front seat. Peter sat in the driver's seat, waiting for you to finish eating...