"Um--" Harry hesitated, feeling a little awkward talking about injuries. They hadn't been serious. His shoulder had long scabbed over and his ribs - he didn't think he'd broken anything but had avoided the hospital - were okay now. He managed to sound fairly calm for someone who was still scared shitless of Octavius; it's mostly bravado. "He hit me once in the chest and got me a little on the shoulder with one of the blades. Nothing too bad."

His grin pulled a little wider - he couldn't help it. "Sorry, I had to ask."

Spider-Man had been on the news often enough, but no one ever really got clear shots of him most of the time. Harry never saw him in action before, and now that he didn't have to worry about getting his face punched in, he had to admit: it was pretty cool. The guy was really agile and seeing him cling to walls was pretty trippy.

Where they ended up was surprising. Harry had kind of expected something... fancier? Guess Spider-Man wasn't kidding about the state of his headquarters, but not everyone could have an Avengers Tower. He hovered inside carefully and shut the glider down once his feet were on the floor. Any smart-ass remark Harry might have made about it was forgotten when he saw Spider-Man's web fluid setup; his mask retracted and revealed a look of amazement.

"Whoa, you make your own webs? I always thought it was just... one of your superpowers or something."

It's not like anyone ever got close enough to look at his wrists to confirm or deny it.