"I'm pretty sure you were gonna do that anyway," Harry replied honestly with a thin, knowing smile. It's not like he had a lot of experience, after all. Nothing that would put him on par with someone like Spider-Man.

"You have to figure out where I live first," Harry shot back. Does he sing badly to the spiders, too? "Okay, yeah-- that would be really sad. What are snails even good for anyway?" Wait-- no. Harry held a hand up, firmly shaking his head. "That wasn't an invitation for another nerd lesson. Please."

Once Spider-Man gestured to the warehouse, Harry followed him and gave the rest of the hideout a more of a look-over. "Could just be a cover? It's hard to get resources without bringing attention to yourself." That, he had plenty of experience on. Exhibit A: "You should see all the failed prototypes for my sword. I had to pretty much figure it out for myself or I'd get all these people asking me why I was having swords made. That'd look great for my image." He honestly didn't think the warehouse was all that bad though. "This is still pretty cool. You did it all yourself, right?"

"Well, maybe I will."