Hard not to be intimidated by a guy that could lift ten tons. Harry had been fairly indifferent towards Spider-Man, but he knew enough about him to know that he could easily overpower him if he wanted to. Not really a guy he wanted to tussle with.
The assertion that he wouldn't be turned in completely drowned out his frustration within a second though. Harry's relief was practically palpable and he visibly relaxed once the notion of being thrown into Ravencroft was off the table. Even put a hand over his heart, like it would stop it from leaping out of his chest. "Thank you." So distracted by his relief, he almost didn't catch the follow-up question.
"What?" Juicebox? ...Oh-- right. Of course he'd want to know about that. "You mean the serum? No, I didn't take it. It's... gone anyway. Destroyed." There were still the notes, but Harry promised he wouldn't take the serum. He had no intentions of recreating it. He could do this without powers. "No one else is going to run around using it, I promise."
Harry didn't really want to divulge the details on his whole problem to a stranger, even if Spider-Man was supposed to be one of the good guys. The whole thing was an ugly mess - his ugly mess - and he had a feeling it'd just backfire on him if he tried to drag someone else into it. ...But what if Spider-Man could help him though? He shifted awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he waffled around with conflicting wishes. "I don't--"
Only when he settled on an answer did he look back up, leveling his gaze with Spider-Man's and trying to look confident. Strong. "Look, Spider-Man... I know you've got more important things to deal with, and I don't really want people catching wind of this. I can take care of myself." Probably. Sure, he didn't have the super reflexes or the strength or... whatever, but neither did Octavius. He didn't want to take any more chances, get anyone else involved.
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The assertion that he wouldn't be turned in completely drowned out his frustration within a second though. Harry's relief was practically palpable and he visibly relaxed once the notion of being thrown into Ravencroft was off the table. Even put a hand over his heart, like it would stop it from leaping out of his chest. "Thank you." So distracted by his relief, he almost didn't catch the follow-up question.
"What?" Juicebox? ...Oh-- right. Of course he'd want to know about that. "You mean the serum? No, I didn't take it. It's... gone anyway. Destroyed." There were still the notes, but Harry promised he wouldn't take the serum. He had no intentions of recreating it. He could do this without powers. "No one else is going to run around using it, I promise."
Harry didn't really want to divulge the details on his whole problem to a stranger, even if Spider-Man was supposed to be one of the good guys. The whole thing was an ugly mess - his ugly mess - and he had a feeling it'd just backfire on him if he tried to drag someone else into it. ...But what if Spider-Man could help him though? He shifted awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he waffled around with conflicting wishes. "I don't--"
Only when he settled on an answer did he look back up, leveling his gaze with Spider-Man's and trying to look confident. Strong. "Look, Spider-Man... I know you've got more important things to deal with, and I don't really want people catching wind of this. I can take care of myself." Probably. Sure, he didn't have the super reflexes or the strength or... whatever, but neither did Octavius. He didn't want to take any more chances, get anyone else involved.