Peter Parker hadn't taken any photos of Spider-Man in a long time. He had no reason to... But now that he was now considered a criminal himself, he had to set the record straight. Throughout the night Peter did his best to bring out his cheesiest jokes, he didn't give any of the criminals (serious) injuries, and they even escorted a few drunk citizens home, and they really enjoyed Peter's jokes... Hey, it was a Friday night. you gotta keep everyone safe!
Cat Woman was now the hot dog getter. They were still getting used to her as also being a crime fighter, but they would easily trust the newer person in the suit than the terrifying older one that appeared to snap. He couldn't blame them. So while she went to get food, Peter was going through the photos. Some were too blury, some were too dark, but the majority of them, he could definitely use. He only hoped that the owner of the Bugle, Jameson, would be more kind a pay him a bit more for very rare clear photos of the masked vigilantes. He could go to other newspaper companies to get these published, but the Bugle really had it out for Spider-Man from day one. If the Bugle gave him the good word, then people would have to start believing that Spider-Man was not a criminal... Easier said than done.
He looked up for a second to see Lexi return, then he went back to his camera. "Yeah, a few fit the qualifications to be in the infamous Peter Parker Gallery." He said, still going through them. But he couldn't help but think about his Uncle's killer. He knew that he was trying to give Spider-Man his good name again, but he was willing to do whatever it takes to put this guy behind bars. With Lexi's help or not.
"The real challenge will be to get J.J. to post these with a header that doesn't involve "Spider-Man being a menace!"" Peter jokingly shook his fist, doing his best old grizzled voice. Man, there was a lot to do tomorrow...
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The door knocked on the early Saturday morning of the Thompson's house. It was a much older house that didn't look too friendly, and as Peter stood in front of the door, he could hear dogs barking, an older man yelling something, and Flash's voice yelling back. But the door opened to reveal a pretty woman, giving a smile to Peter. "Uh- Hello. I was wondering if Flash was home?" Peter asked politely. "You one of Flash's friends?" She asked. "Haven't seen you around before, then again Flash doesn't bring his friends over here much... Flash! You have a visitor!" She screamed, walking away from the door. He now heard the older man yelling. "You better not run off boy! We ain't done with this talk!"
"Fine!"
Flash came to the door, with a black eye, an arm sling, and a very surprised look on his face. "What do you want?" He asked. Peter swallowed, and looked at him. "I... Just wanted to apologize... for everything." Peter said quietly before looking down. There was a lot of silence between the two, before Flash finally spoke up. "I lost my old man. When I was really little." Flash said, also looking away, but Peter looked up at him. "He was hit by a drunk driver coming back home from work. Didn't make it through surgery... It's tough. Losing people you love."
Peter felt uncomfortable. Flash never talked to him like this. Why was he doing it now? When he should be threatening his life, and on the verge of strangling him? "It pushes people a bit too far with their actions." Peter finally said. And Flash gave a nervous nod. "Its easy to pick on kids who feel the same way. You know just what to say to make yourself feel better, but hurt them. I wasn't hitting on Lexi, Parker. That's not my style. And now that I know you pack a punch, I ain't gonna even go for her when you do run out of money to keep her." Flash gave a small smirk. He was obviously joking in the only way how: by making fun of Peter. And strangely enough, Peter felt more comfortable with this.
It all made sense to him now why Flash always picked on him. He had what looked like an abusive step dad, and he idolized Spider-Man because he stops people from dying unexpectedly like his own father... and Peter's Uncle. Huh. They had something in common. "So.. We cool?" Peter asked, and Flash gave a grin. "yeah, we're cool... But don't you dare say a word about this, or I'll beat the snot out of you, you hear my Parker?"
"yeah, Thompson. Loud and Clear."
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The Daily Bugle was packed with journalists and paper workers running through. The Bugle was the best source of true news (besides Spider-Man, Jameson really didn't like masked vigilantes). Peter made his way to the receptionist desk next to the door that read "J.J Jameson" She looked up and gave Peter a warm smile. "Hey! Paul, right?"
"Peter, actually... Parker." He said with a small smile, holding out an envelope. "I have some more pictures of Spider-man, and Catwoman for Mr. Jameson..." He began, but was cut off. "Go right in, he would love to see those!" Peter gave a small "thanks" before making his way to the door, and knocking on it.
"Betty, that better be you with my coffee--" The man was cut off when he realized who it was that walked in.
J. Jonah Jameson sat behind his desk, cigar in one hand, and a few photos in the other. With him was the editor-in-chief,
Joe Robertson They both stared at Peter for a second before Jameson went "Who are you?"
"I'm Peter Parker--"
"Parker... Parker... oh yeah, you gave us those pictures of Spider-Man a few months ago!" He exclaimed, sitting up. "Yessir, but--"
"Good! Let me see them! Maybe we can find one of him beating up a puppy!"
"I don't think he's causing trouble anymore... he seems to be helping out a lot more, and back in his original suit..." Peter trailed off as both Robertson and Jameson looked at the photos. "These are really good, Peter." Robertson said, looking up with a smile. Jameson was still looking through them. "Not bad... But they aren't what we're looking for." He tossed them back at Peter, who was a bit shocked by it, but he wasn't going to argue with the guy. He took the pictures and started walking for the door.
"Wait."
Peter stopped and turned around to see Jameson holding out his hand again. "Give them to me." He stated. Peter handed them back, and once again he glanced at them. "How much you want for them?" He asked. Peter hesitated, and before he could speak, Jameson did yet again. "100 for the bunch." He said, puffing out smoke from his cigar. "That's--"
"Too cheap, I know. How about 200. No, too much. I'll go 150, but that's it." Jameson was having a conversation with himself, and Robertson just rolled his eyes. "I'll.. I accept!" Peter said with a smile. Jameson looked over at Robertson and motioned him to pay him. He sighed and walked towards Peter. "Follow me, Mister Parker." He said as they exited the room. The two went past the huge amount of people running around. "Bye, Peter!" the receptionist said as Peter and Joe walked by them. "I see you met Betty. She seems to have a liking for you." Joe said, and Peter opened his mouth to say he already had a girlfriend but was cut off. "I'm just messing with you, Pete." The two went to a desk in the corner of the room, obviously his workspace. He started to pull out a check, and as he was writing it he looked up at Peter. "Say, how do you get so lucky with these Pictures? You seem to be the only kid who can get clear photos of the Web Head, and now Cat Woman."
"I.. er. Just follow the crime, and sometimes he just poses for them..." Peter managed to say, caught off guard by the question. Joe nodded. "I see... How would you like a job here? As our Vigilante photographer? We'll pay you a lot more, and I'm sure I can talk to JJ about making these headlines a bit more friendly towards him. I agree with you that he isn't that bad of a guy." Robertson said with a smile. Peter was at a loss for words. "I would love to work here...! I could really use one." With Aunt May taking a break from working since Uncle Ben dying, and Peter not getting paid for being a super hero...
"Alright, Mister Parker. Consider yourself hired. Whenever you have some pictures of Spider-Man or Catwoman, just come on over, and give them to us."
"Sounds good.. Thank you Mister Robertson!"
As Peter walked out of the Daily Bugle office with a smile on his face, He thought this day would be a tough one, but its turning out better than expected! Now all that was left to do was surprise Lexi with a little date...
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"WHO IS THE MASTERMIND?" The Daily Bugle Article read. Wilson Fisk smiled to himself, reading all the possible leads they had on the man who was running the organized crimes in New York. He was very surprised to see that they concluded it was one person or group ordering everyone around. But they would never figure out who it is. Wilson Fisk was a very huge man, mostly pure muscle. His head was bald, and he wore a very expensive white suit with a purple shirt underneath. Many people didn't know his real name. A lot of people heard of Kingpin though in the crime business. No one dared muttered the name. As he began the article on Spider-Man, a man walked in to the room. "Everything is good to go, Mister Fisk. All we have to do is find the best opportunity to strike."
"Excellent. Mister Jameson will never know what hit him. But everyone will have theories on who it is..." Wilson Fisk, also known as Kingpin, smiled and leaning back. The city will be his to control.