This conversation would only get them both angry. Again. He saw her father as something less that he was, a criminal. Walter Hardy was a good man, and nothing he ever said would change her view on that. Beisdes he'd been a hypocrite, and he'd answer her.
"Tell me? How come you were able to work with little criminal me so wonderfully well. I'm just the same as him, maybe worse since I don't have a family to look after. Give me one good reason why you're any better than me if you were willing to be with me, work with me. You're a hypocrite, and my Father is just as good a person as your Aunt or Uncle."
She knew enough about the relationship to know it would never be perfect. To know that Mary Jane Watson just didn't have what she did and never would. In many ways she hated her, in many more, she wished she didn't exist. And here, right now, she didn't. And she was okay with that.
Manage without her costume. Oh no, she'd get a new one.
"I'll...find something. Always do. Shouldn't take me too long to get the materials if you avert your eyes for a little while, black fabric, white fur, Its an easy job."