"To be fair, in my experience, people flying around tend to be bad news." Peter couldn't help but snort a little. "Did you really not expect to run into me? Manhattan has already heard about you. I'm surprised it took this long, honestly."

Only more of a reason to accept Spiderman's help, in the long run. It didn't occur to Peter that maybe he should have pretended not to know who Peter Parker was, but, eh. Harry was too busy to read too much into it - there was a funny look on his face for a second that made Peter wonder what he was thinking, but it disappeared quickly enough that Peter didn't get a chance to ask.

"Crazy scientist with creepy arms, got it." Peter crossed his arms comfortably, glancing out over the city. "An insider, huh? Do you have any leads on who that might be? Anyone from his old team, maybe?"

He'd be calling in a few favors, probably, to start a quiet manhunt across the city for Otto. As many eyes as they could get, really, not that Peter was going to tell Harry that's what he was doing. "Alright, let's talk about you and this - " He gestured to Harry's general situation. "And what exactly you've got going on here." And maybe not-so-subtly improve it. He doesn't know what modifications Harry has made, but Peter will be testing all of the weak points he knew Norman's version had, so as not to leave Harry any more vulnerable than he needed to be.