"You didn't have anything to do with that," Peter assured him quietly, knowing that in this suit, as Spiderman, he didn't have the privilege of addressing Harry as frankly as he might have as himself. "Contrary to popular belief, I don't think your father was a bad man. He - he took something, didn't he?" He doesn't want to get too far into how much Spiderman knows, because it'll only bring up questions of how he came to be in the first place. "He wasn't...himself. From what I could tell. And you're not that, Harry, you never will be."

Mentions of the Avengers got a whole-hearted snort out of Peter. Yeah, him, an Avenger. When pigs - okay, bad choice of words. "I'm not exactly Avengers material. Besides, I'm still a vigilante menace. They don't need any more bad press than they already get."

"And you will. Mostly, anyway." Can you tell he's smiling at you, Harry? The mention of his time out of the mask has Peter falling quiet for a moment. They haven't even talked about this as Peter-and-Harry; he hardly thought they'd have a conversation with him as Spiderman. "...I couldn't save her. The girl. And it's rough, when you - when you lose someone like that. I had to just...take a step back, I guess." It goes unspoken that if Harry takes him this form of vigilantism, he'll probably face much of the same - people he can't save. Certainly, not to the extent of Gwen but...they all took their toll.

"Yeah well, at least if I fix it you won't be running around flying on a ticking time bomb." Peter teased, shaking his head at Harry. He was good at this sort of thing when he wanted to be, he just didn't believe in himself and didn't have much interest in it. It's the former that Peter has a problem with.

"Oh don't worry," Peter shot a glob of web onto Harry's chest, just because he's Peter. "It disintegrates eventually."