This wasn't so bad, Harry thought. Awkward, certainly. Weird, listening to Spider-Man give him advice about boys. But it was all right, being close to someone. And he could also feel Spider-Man's abs, which were pretty spectacular. He needed to ask this guy who his trainer was. He was in the middle of formulating a response when suddenly, he felt a jerk, and he was--- falling, flying, something through the air at a speed that could only have spelled his imminent death. "Surprised" did not fucking begin to cover it.
"Jesus Christ!" Harry shouted as they hit the ground running, still holding on for dear life to the fucking maniac who had just tried to kill him. His heart was pounding, his legs felt like jello, and he kind of wanted to smack him, but he was pretty sure that would hurt Harry more than it would hurt Spider-Man. "Did you do that to J. Jonah Jameson? Is that why the Daily Bugle is so pissed at you?"