"I knew it," Harry replied, managing a little smile. It faltered after a moment, more out of confusion and surprise than anything. "We?" He paused, as if to let that sink in. "Wait, you're gonna help me?" Training was, he thought, going to be the extent of Spider-Man's assistance. "But... why?" Sure, the guy was a superhero, but it's not like he had any personal investment in Harry. He had plenty of other things to worry about, after all. His plate seemed like it was pretty full with all the running around he did.
Scary is an understatement. This was probably the most Harry had ever done on his own and now that he was seeing how much more there was to it than just flying around, he struggled not to get overwhelmed. "So, I guess you didn't start out too great either, huh?" It sounded like Spider-Man had some experience there. A story.
"Yeah, kinda," was Harry's answer, paired with a noncommittal shrug. It was a patchwork of various resources he'd had access to. Creative, maybe, but nothing he felt right taking credit for. "I just took other peoples' work and stitched it together, mostly. I'm not exactly a scientist. No way I could've done this on my own." And he's not putting himself down, it's just... the truth. He's never had a mind for science and he's long accepted that.
A laugh pressed past Harry's lips to match the shake of his head. "Please, I have zero reason to attack you. Especially after you've pretty much opened up your hideout to me and offered to help me." He drew in a deep breath and turned his gaze upward - at nothing in particular - for a moment. "I just wanna stop Octavius before something else happens. That's all I want."
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Scary is an understatement. This was probably the most Harry had ever done on his own and now that he was seeing how much more there was to it than just flying around, he struggled not to get overwhelmed. "So, I guess you didn't start out too great either, huh?" It sounded like Spider-Man had some experience there. A story.
"Yeah, kinda," was Harry's answer, paired with a noncommittal shrug. It was a patchwork of various resources he'd had access to. Creative, maybe, but nothing he felt right taking credit for. "I just took other peoples' work and stitched it together, mostly. I'm not exactly a scientist. No way I could've done this on my own." And he's not putting himself down, it's just... the truth. He's never had a mind for science and he's long accepted that.
A laugh pressed past Harry's lips to match the shake of his head. "Please, I have zero reason to attack you. Especially after you've pretty much opened up your hideout to me and offered to help me." He drew in a deep breath and turned his gaze upward - at nothing in particular - for a moment. "I just wanna stop Octavius before something else happens. That's all I want."