"Oh yeah, tough guy? What the hell do you know, about anything? Please, enlighten me." If there's one thing Spiderman is good at, it's goading his enemies into getting angry and him and attacking him on impulses. He'd really like an excuse to punch this guy right about now, so maybe Peter isn't really playing fair. The slap to his hand got a tilt of his head, as if to say, really?

"You have no idea what happened on that clock tower." Nobody did, the papers speculated and it just. It boiled his blood when people pretended like they understood. I'm sure she had a good reason to be up there, Peter. He took another step forward, definitely getting into Harry's face but at least he didn't push him again. "Say it again, green army man, I dare you."

"Yeah, because flying around looking like a little Goblin prodigy is so convincing." The guy sounded scared, though, and - not of him? Peter took a deep breath, tilting back his head to look at the sky for a long second. Cool it, muchacho. Something wasn't adding up, and he needed to just take a step back and swallow down his issues to actually assess the situation - preferably before he got any more pissed off.

Then Harry blurted out a solid reason, and Peter felt his confusion take over, gaze snapping back to him. "Woah, back up Bobby. What are you talking about? Protect who - from what?" You think he'd know about another damn threat in his neighborhood.