"You're pretty full of yourself, that's for sure."

Isn't that cheating, using your sticky spider powers to hold on? Not that Harry really stopped to think about it. Too many things going on at once-- he felt like he was racing to divide his attention adequately. For all of his whining, he was grateful to Spider-Man for taking the time to try and help him.

Even more grateful when his face didn't end up bashing into the ground. They were cutting it close-- Harry could reach out and touch the ground. He let out a breath of relief. "I'm okay. Thanks," was his earnest answer. The glider soon joined them, humming nearby while Harry scooted towards the wall to retrieve his fallen sword.

"You weren't kidding. It's really hard to steer that thing when you've got someone else to worry about." And Spider-Man wasn't even attacking him. He climbed back to his feet and decisively put the sword back in its sheath. "I think I should get used to that first before I start trying to use weapons. Is that okay?"

Regardless, Harry was already hopping back on the glider, ready to try again.