Peter's quiet for a long moment, watching Harry's reaction to that. Had he not known? Perhaps he didn't follow the news all that much. Then again, maybe Peter just took them down too fast for them to make the news. To be fair, Harry was perhaps the most convincing copycat - Peter hadn't ever seen one with his own glider before. Grappling hooks were much more popular.

He doesn't know how he'd have answered, if Harry asked him that. Nobody usually gets close enough to him to ever pose that sort of a question, plus, it's Harry. Contrary to popular belief, Peter has always been hard-pressed to lie to Harry, ever. "No, they certainly don't. I've got all of Queens to look out for!"

"Do the ole fly around, I'll probably see you." Peter was usually out on patrol around those times, he just hadn't been in the right area, before. "Try not to cause any mass hysteria, yeah?"

Peter couldn't contain his laugh, try as he might, to seeing Harry's glove stuck fast to his chest like that, and the disgruntled grimace that accompanied it. "You might be sore tomorrow. Try stretching to relieve the lactic acid." Peter swings down to land in front of Harry, crouching. "And uh, try not to touch that webbing until it dries. It'll disintegrate...eventually."