"I --" Harry blustered for a moment, shooting a glance at the reporter who still had his mouth sealed shut, having visions of trying to deal with the reporter, or having the reporter write that he and Spider-Man were in some sort of cahoots.
He couldn't even deal with a stupid reporter.
That thought flashed through his head, and he clenched his hands into fists, but the truth was that he couldn't deal with the reporter so; "Obviously not," he snapped at the goddamn red and blue masked menace.