"Woah, hey, woah," Harry relented, placing his hands in the air, palms out, in a gesture of surrender. As unpleasant as a lecture from Spider-Man was, he really couldn't even begin to imagine the disappointed scolding he'd receive if the whole Parker family caught wind of this. "There's no need to break out the big guns. It would be bad form to spare my life just so you can turn me over to someone who'll have my guts for garters."
A moment later, a look passed over Harry's face that suggested dawning comprehension. Maybe this was a shakedown. Maybe one of the people who thought they could get something from him was Spider-Man. Lowering his hands and reaching into his pocket, Harry pulled out a roll of $20 bills and looked sheepishly at the vigilante.
"How about I just-- give you the money I was going to give that guy, and we can just pretend this whole thing never happened?"