[ there's not even the slightest bit of recognition on eddie's face. not for a single second would eddie believe this guy capable of being the spider-man. he doesn't seem at all impressive from first glance, but it does occur to eddie that anyone in this city could be the man under the mask. even so, steve would be at the bottom of his list of possibilities, if he were to start compiling.

but then steve says name, and it's like the whole world tilts a little sideways. there's no fucking way. steve h. could it be? no, steve h. could be literally anyone, just because it happens to match doesn't mean shit. ]

Thanks, Steve. [ maybe it's the association with spider-man, but he's starting to feel an overwhelming urge to just see if it's one and the same. it's still a little early, so if he's wrong about this, he's going to piss some other poor sap off by waking them up.

or, he could just ask. ] Wait! [ he's probably going to regret this later as he surges forward to grab at steve's wrist. ] This is going to sound incredibly dumb, maybe even a little insane, but. [ he winces in anticipation of the reaction he's expecting to get, which is a laugh in his face. ] Do you...know Spider-Man?