"Justice, anarchy..." Norman waved the notions away with his hand. "Tomato, tom-ah-toe, when you think about it. Which one is which all depends on who you ask."

Again he let his mind skate over the sarcasm.

"You'll be paid, of course. You'll be given a place to live, protection, a new identity... and the means to stand above your enemies. Iron Man." A pregnant pause. "... Spider-man."