"Still not convinced you're not an Olympic gymnast under there," Harry countered, because the amount of speed and flexibility this had was pretty unreal. Superpowers or not, that kinda stuff didn't come easily. "Maybe, but... you haven't seen 'em, Spider-Man. What they can do. They're so fast, and they can carry his weight. He uses 'em to walk around for him, and it makes him way faster than normal. And he can scale buildings with them, and I just--... I barely got away last time, and I can just about bet he's trying to make it so I can't stun his arms when he comes after me again." And he's obviously - understandably - terrified of not being able to stop Octavius. "I'm just worried this still isn't enough."

And as for watching for chink in Octavius's armor, Harry struggled to conceive of it. He was too scared, too busy trying to stay alive to notice anything. On the glider, he had about an additional fifty things to worry about. How was he supposed to do that? "I guess it's good I ran into you. I'm starting to see how in over my head I am," he remarked, lowering himself down to sit on the hovering glider for a little bit and retracting the mask for a quick breath of fresh air. But he didn't really have a choice. The alternative was standing idly by while Octavius put his life and possibly the lives of Peter and May in danger.

"Hey, nothing wrong with being resourceful. You must be pretty smart if you can build all this by yourself. Me, I'm better at breaking stuff than fixing it. It's a miracle any of this works." A good-humored laugh as he gestured to his glider, the suit, the gadgets. All of it. He'd had his dad's blueprints to work off of, and that's what he credits the functionality to.

"Geez, you're science-ing at me again? Enough already!" Harry was just joking... Mostly. "Well, remind me never to pick any real fights with you."