"Doesn't sound like nothing. Next time you get hurt, you find me, okay? I know a thing or two about patching up, you won't have to go to a hospital." And it's more than just super-healing-first-aide, he stitches the Devil up occasionally (usually if he's unconscious, he's not really one to pop in asking for help, so). Besides, he's not as hard to find as people make it out to be - he runs a pretty consistent beat, actually.

"I'd just like to point out that a spider is an arachnid, not a bug. So the bug boy jokes are really irrelevant." Okay, maybe he's echoing Harry's smile a little.

Therein lay Peter's anonymity problem - he was pretty much the only photographer who could ever get a good picture of Spiderman. He's already had a few people ask him about it, though he was quick to beg them off each time.

Peter chuckled, shooting a web to hang upside down from the ceiling. It was more comfortable, being up high, and in costume he didn't have to hide it. "Most people assume. I'd like to keep it that way, if you don't mind. The less people know, the less they can fuck with me." People didn't attempt to disable his webs if they thought they were organic.

"But yeah, I mix it myself. Not gonna lie, kinda based it off Oscorp organic fiber." And that's where he buys his supplies, on the DL, but he won't divulge that to Harry, presently.