Not that Harry didn't want glory. It would be wonderful to be adored. Respected. That's something he's always wanted and craved, but it's not what he set out for. He just wanted Octavius out of his hair; he was tired of fearing for his life.
Frustration was impossible to keep down when Spider-Man started lecturing and jabbing at him of all things, like he was some kind of ignorant child. Spider-Man had no way of knowing who was under the mask, but Harry found himself bristling and losing his temper anyway. The second poke earned an impulsive slap to Spider-Man's hand. "Don't push me!" he snapped. "You think I don't know all that? I know better than anyone! Better than you think you do!"
Probably not the greatest idea to blurt that out, but Harry tended to act with feeling rather than thought. He wasn't thinking about backing up what he was saying, about having to prove it.
"You're not listening to me! I don't want to be like the Goblin, and that's not even what this is about!"
But how much could Harry say without immediately outing himself? He was still clinging desperately to keeping his identity a secret, so terrified of being locked up when he was trying so hard not to be like his father. He was scrambling desperately for an answer, and he blurted out the first thing to come to mind: "I'm-- I'm just trying to protect someone! That's it, and this gear-- it's the only shot I have."
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Not that Harry didn't want glory. It would be wonderful to be adored. Respected. That's something he's always wanted and craved, but it's not what he set out for. He just wanted Octavius out of his hair; he was tired of fearing for his life.
Frustration was impossible to keep down when Spider-Man started lecturing and jabbing at him of all things, like he was some kind of ignorant child. Spider-Man had no way of knowing who was under the mask, but Harry found himself bristling and losing his temper anyway. The second poke earned an impulsive slap to Spider-Man's hand. "Don't push me!" he snapped. "You think I don't know all that? I know better than anyone! Better than you think you do!"
Probably not the greatest idea to blurt that out, but Harry tended to act with feeling rather than thought. He wasn't thinking about backing up what he was saying, about having to prove it.
"You're not listening to me! I don't want to be like the Goblin, and that's not even what this is about!"
But how much could Harry say without immediately outing himself? He was still clinging desperately to keeping his identity a secret, so terrified of being locked up when he was trying so hard not to be like his father. He was scrambling desperately for an answer, and he blurted out the first thing to come to mind: "I'm-- I'm just trying to protect someone! That's it, and this gear-- it's the only shot I have."
Well, it wasn't a lie. That was something.