Just as Harry started to relax and ease into the flight towards the subway, the glider lurched with sudden force. Thank God for the foot grips. Not only did they hold him on the board with reasonable security, but they tracked his foot placement and his suit so that - if he did fall - the glider would rush to catch him. Unfortunately, the whole balance thing was on him and him alone, leaving him scrambling to balance and pinwheeling his arms while he tried not to panic. Especially when he caught a glimpse of the red and blue arcing over the glider. It only took him about a half of a second to figure out who it was, but he was too freaked out to connect the dots about what his pursuer said.

He was not ready for this by any stretch of the imagination, and it showed.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he cried with a level of fear that would have been pretty hard to fake. Even with a mask warping his voice, it was pretty clear this guy was no Goblin.

By that point, Harry was wobbling forward, coming dangerously close to being hurled headfirst off the glider for his inability to get it back under control after Spider-Man had gotten him off balance. He didn't want to test the glider's tracking capabilities this high up without a safety net. He really, really didn't want to be a pancake.

"I was just trying to help! I--" He only glanced up for a second, but it was enough to see that - in his panic - he had steered them right for a billboard and he froze.