"Dude, you can't go comparing yourself to someone else." Quill said, disregarding any irony in this proclamation. "You're you, right? And from what I see, you're pretty bad-ass. I mean, you dated a chick whose had was bad enough to have a name. Only supervillans have names. You fought a supervillan."

Quill's expression was serious. He believed what he was saying.

"So what if there are other Spider-Mans out there in alternate realities." He continued. "You know what they don't have, that you do? For starters, none of them are probably friends with the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy. Even other mes would be super choosey about that kind of thing. And none of them are in this cool Inn right now with a cute girl friend and fireworks from scratch and conquering math."