"Oh, how great for me. I hope you pull your punches." If Harry sounded a little nervous about sparring with Spider-Man, it's probably because he was. He wasn't exactly prepared for this and... admittedly, he was afraid of making an ass of himself.

"It's not like I advertise where my home is!" But Spider-Man wasn't wrong. Octavius had figured it out easily enough, and the reminder made Harry quickly swallow his words. Who else could come after him if they wanted to? Shaking off the thought, Harry eagerly moved on.

Harry opened his mouth to make some remark about Stark, then thought better of it. He probably shouldn't shit-talk an Avenger to another superhero. It wasn't exactly a mystery that he wasn't fond of Tony Stark, but he had to at least be semi-professional about it now. Cue a lopsided and amused grin instead of words.

Well, Spider-Man was something all right. He made all this look so easy. The glider whirred back to life and autopiloted over to Harry, who still stared over the edge of the landing, trying his damnedest not to look like a deer in the headlights. This is what they were here for, after all-- not to make small talk. He was only partially successful in his endeavor, but hopped on the glider to ease his way down to Spider-Man's level all the same. "Okay... well." He rubbed his neck, taking a breath. "Where do you want me to start? Flying or--"

Or the thing he had minuscule experience with: fighting.