"Shh, I get enough press in both of my lives," Peter noted the surprised pause and ran back over what he'd said, worried, briefly, that he'd given himself away. Harry's question, though, dissipated his worry, and Peter relaxed, tilting his head at his friend. "Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I? There's trouble on my turf and it's threatening my citizens." He paused, leaning back on the bar. "You're a part of that group, you know, of people I protect."

"Besides," You're my friend and I'm not going to let you fight alone. But no, Peter couldn't say that. "I know I wished I had someone to rely on when I started. Many a time." Someone to call when you're bleeding out on a roof. Could be useful, especially if you didn't heal the way Peter did.

"No, I didn't." Peter paused for a second, shrugging a little. "The first six months were really rough. I wasn't in a good place when I started, that was my first mistake. I didn't know what I was doing, didn't even know how to fight, I just had these powers and I acted on instinct. Got the shit kicked out of me a lot. And I didn't have anyone to rely on, no backup, nothing. Didn't have anybody to drag me away from the fight and make sure I was letting myself heal. So if I can give you that, at the very least, that's something."

"That's half of what science is. Taking what already exists and figuring out a new way to apply it to a situation." It's still impressive, fuck you Harry. "Well I think it's really cool. I'd like to see how it works sometime."

"You'd be surprised by some of the crazy grudges people hold." What the hell was even Electro's problem? Don't ask Peter, he honestly doesn't even know. "We can. We will."