When Harry went to pay, he cracked the payment terminal in his grip.
The screen flickered twice, the amount vanished, and a wisp of white smoke rose from the crack.
Yang Ming looked at him.
Harry slowly loosened his hand.
"Does this go on my bill too?"
"Do you think it'll heal itself?"
Venom poked his head out and examined it seriously.
"No. We could eat it and save you the disposal fee."
Gwen Stacy pushed him back into her collar.
Yang Ming took the terminal away and placed an empty paper cup in Harry's palm.
"Hold it. Don't squeeze. Put it down, then pick it up again."
Harry tried three times.
Only the third cup escaped without being crushed.
Peter sat beside him, his shoulder freshly dressed, and couldn't help leaning forward.
"It's like that at first. Once, I turned on a faucet and the whole valve came off. Aunt May asked why it was raining in the bathroom, and I said it might be the water pressure-"
"What happened after that?"
"I fixed it."
"I meant, how did you explain it?"
Peter looked away.
Harry finally smiled.
Yang Ming pinned the follow-up slip beneath the paper cup.
"If you're not used to your strength, practice. Hold cups, open doors, shake hands. Start by learning not to hurt people. Peter can help you."
"I have experience," Peter said at once.
"Once your shoulder stops bleeding."
The hand he had just raised dropped back down.
Yang Ming pointed to the two of them in turn, then to Gwen Stacy.
"That's enough for today. Go home, eat, and sleep. Recovering quickly doesn't mean your brain can stay up for days on end too."
"What about them?" Gwen Stacy looked toward the stairs.
"Allen will stay under observation. The others have somewhere