Harry lets out a shaky exhale, trying to calm himself down before he has a full blown meltdown in the middle of the crowded coffee shop. He's been walking on a knife's edge, emotionally, and his father— and his father's illness— has always been a sensitive subject for him. He forcefully shoves down his anger, letting go of the vice grip on his cup, moving his hand to scratch at the now irritated patch of skin on his neck.

"Yeah. As I was trying to say, our worlds are very different. I can't talk much on what your Norman Osborn did to you, but from what little I've heard about your world from Loki, the two really aren't comparable, beyond having a few key names in common."

Norman Osborn, Spider-Man. Who knows what or who else?

"If it helps to clarify, the name 'Green Goblin' means nothing to me. My father never went by that name."