"Copycats?" Harry's brows crease in worry, even a little anger. "Are people trying to--" He scrunched his eyes shut, the very idea of people mimicking his father's descent into madness made him sick to his stomach. "Nevermind. I don't wanna know," he whispered just as quickly, sucking in a deep breath. "I just hope that's enough."
Honestly, Harry never looked at it that way. Sometimes, you don't always see the things heroes have to give up to be... well. Heroes. But in that light, he supposes there's a lot of sacrifice involved. How many of them have families they don't get to see? Or that have lost someone as a casualty of what they do? As much as that same curiosity bit as his tongue in regards to Spider-Man, he held it back. It was really none of his business; he had enough tact to know that. "Well, that's a pretty noble cause, too. Not enough people do that, I don't think."
And Harry also knew well enough that that particular subject was done with. No pushing it more than he already had. He's content to move on, himself. "I'd offer to use my influence to see if I could get 'em to stop, but... they don't like me much either and I've got these expensive suits they might see as a target--" He bobbed his shoulders. "You're on your own there, buddy."
"Just-- whenever I can make time. Usually after I get off work in the evenings or on days off." It's not like he could enjoy being at home when he was paranoid that Otto would sprout up and get him. He might as well get out and do something productive.
"Ugh!" Harry cried out in frustration, eventually just caving and working at unfastening his glove before he ended up tipping himself off the back of the glider. That wasn't really worth unsticking his hand from his chest. "No, I think I'm fine calling it quits for today." Only after his hand was finally withdrawn from the glove (which, yep, still stuck to his chest-- and it looked so ridiculous) did Harry climb back to his feet to stand properly on the glider. "I'm kinda tuckered out anyway. Don't think I've ever pushed that hard in practice." But hopefully that just meant that he'd get better with time and guidance.
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Honestly, Harry never looked at it that way. Sometimes, you don't always see the things heroes have to give up to be... well. Heroes. But in that light, he supposes there's a lot of sacrifice involved. How many of them have families they don't get to see? Or that have lost someone as a casualty of what they do? As much as that same curiosity bit as his tongue in regards to Spider-Man, he held it back. It was really none of his business; he had enough tact to know that. "Well, that's a pretty noble cause, too. Not enough people do that, I don't think."
And Harry also knew well enough that that particular subject was done with. No pushing it more than he already had. He's content to move on, himself. "I'd offer to use my influence to see if I could get 'em to stop, but... they don't like me much either and I've got these expensive suits they might see as a target--" He bobbed his shoulders. "You're on your own there, buddy."
"Just-- whenever I can make time. Usually after I get off work in the evenings or on days off." It's not like he could enjoy being at home when he was paranoid that Otto would sprout up and get him. He might as well get out and do something productive.
"Ugh!" Harry cried out in frustration, eventually just caving and working at unfastening his glove before he ended up tipping himself off the back of the glider. That wasn't really worth unsticking his hand from his chest. "No, I think I'm fine calling it quits for today." Only after his hand was finally withdrawn from the glove (which, yep, still stuck to his chest-- and it looked so ridiculous) did Harry climb back to his feet to stand properly on the glider. "I'm kinda tuckered out anyway. Don't think I've ever pushed that hard in practice." But hopefully that just meant that he'd get better with time and guidance.