"I'm a busy spider, what can I say." Typical Harry, picking it apart. Peter was finding it hard not to fall into their regular pattern of banter.

"You could give it to your photographer friend," Peter wasn't teasing. Okay, maybe just a little. It was kind of really funny, okay? "He does enough stalking me."

"Or we could just meet here tomorrow." Barring any catastrophe, and he didn't just jinx it, did he? "Nice. Speeds up your reaction time, smart. Does it still list on the left when you barrel roll?"

"So you need a sparring partner." He could just imagine Harry flying around the tunnels, smashing into walls as he tried to work on precision control. Now, Peter was curious to test his sword against his magnetized webbing. And here Harry thought he wasn't good at science, bullshit. "I'll do you one better; my super secret Spidey warehouse. Follow me?"