Harry laughed, probably the first genuine one today. "Right, right. Sorry. Your secret's safe with me, Spidey." Some of the tension seemed to alleviate in Harry's shoulders, but the question made him look down with a small shrug as he idly kicked his feet. "I just-- I dunno. A lot of people don't want anything to do with me. And after..." He swallowed-- he's pretty sure he doesn't have to say it. "Well, y'know. You're the one that had to deal with... everything." Bringing his dad in and all that. "I couldn't blame you if you didn't wanna deal with it. With me. Y'know?"
Harry managed a half-glance back up and a tiny smile. "Thanks. --I'm kinda surprised the Avengers haven't invited you into their club house yet. Or started your own thing, really. There's like... a billion superheroes in New York you could probably team up with." Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends! ...Nah, too corny.
Hearing the guy relay his experiences made Harry feel a little bad for him, though. Just thrown into the fray with no one to depend on? Sounded pretty rough, especially if he was as hard on himself as it sounded like. At least Harry had Peter, and now Spider-Man was offering to help him. "Well, I'd like to avoid as much shit-kicking as possible," he remarked, injecting a dose of lightheartedness into his tone. It faded quickly enough and Harry's expression became a little more grim, more sympathetic. "I'm sorry. That had to've been hard. --But hey, it looks like it's kinda paid off. A lot of people love you. Look up to you. You've been kind of a... beacon of hope, I guess. The city missed you when you went AWOL." Harry'd - admittedly - been too wrapped up in his own woes to really notice at the time, but reflecting back... Yeah. "I know not everyone's crazy about you, but you have done a lot of good."
And Harry was not so convinced. Naturally. "I guess so." He gave another shrug, even as he tried not to smile at the compliment. "I mean, if you wanna. You might be horrified by how sloppy my work is, though. End up trying to correct everything. Ignorance is bliss sometimes."
Well, he had a point. Harry chuckled a little, tilting his head. "Ah-- maybe not. I still haven't let my friend live down the time he spilled barbecue sauce on my favorite shirt. But I promise, you're all good in my book." A teasing smirk curled the corner of his lips. "As long as you don't ruin any of my clothes." Lame joke? Yeah, but it's better than being moody. "I'm gonna hold you to that, pal."
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Harry managed a half-glance back up and a tiny smile. "Thanks. --I'm kinda surprised the Avengers haven't invited you into their club house yet. Or started your own thing, really. There's like... a billion superheroes in New York you could probably team up with." Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends! ...Nah, too corny.
Hearing the guy relay his experiences made Harry feel a little bad for him, though. Just thrown into the fray with no one to depend on? Sounded pretty rough, especially if he was as hard on himself as it sounded like. At least Harry had Peter, and now Spider-Man was offering to help him. "Well, I'd like to avoid as much shit-kicking as possible," he remarked, injecting a dose of lightheartedness into his tone. It faded quickly enough and Harry's expression became a little more grim, more sympathetic. "I'm sorry. That had to've been hard. --But hey, it looks like it's kinda paid off. A lot of people love you. Look up to you. You've been kind of a... beacon of hope, I guess. The city missed you when you went AWOL." Harry'd - admittedly - been too wrapped up in his own woes to really notice at the time, but reflecting back... Yeah. "I know not everyone's crazy about you, but you have done a lot of good."
And Harry was not so convinced. Naturally. "I guess so." He gave another shrug, even as he tried not to smile at the compliment. "I mean, if you wanna. You might be horrified by how sloppy my work is, though. End up trying to correct everything. Ignorance is bliss sometimes."
Well, he had a point. Harry chuckled a little, tilting his head. "Ah-- maybe not. I still haven't let my friend live down the time he spilled barbecue sauce on my favorite shirt. But I promise, you're all good in my book." A teasing smirk curled the corner of his lips. "As long as you don't ruin any of my clothes." Lame joke? Yeah, but it's better than being moody. "I'm gonna hold you to that, pal."