"Oh, jesus, no, I do not have a spandex fetish." Hasty handwaving, on Peter's part. Sometimes it's difficult to tell when he's kidding, with the mask on - either that, or Harry's fucking with him, because it is Harry. "If anyone's going to turn it around, it would be you. Or we dismantle it from the inside, but I'd rather it not come to that."

"No," Peter snorted, shaking his head. "Although I do tend to collect them. Like they're drawn to me, sometimes. It's weird. Word on the street is there's a guy who can control ants. Weirdest superpower I've ever heard of." If Peter could control spiders, New York would have a 0% crime rate within a day.

"It's nothing if not grunge." Peter flipped forward, ass over head, and landed in a crouch in front of Harry. "Uh huh. I'm assuming I'd be paid in cash every week, since you can't write a check to 'Spiderman'."