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Spider-Man Volume 3, Issue #1: Spider-Man No More
A month later, and Harry still hasn't spoken to me. His friendship is one of the most important things to me, and yet, I just screwed it up. I went to the funereal, but that won't change what happened. There's no forgiveness there. To be fair though, if I didn't jump out of way, I would've been dead, and I'd prefer to being alive than dead. Spider-Man saved the city, but Peter Parker lost his best friend that day. That, and J Jonah Jameson has done a complete 180, now saying that Spider-Man's a menace to society. Honestly, I can't really disagree with him, which is why I haven't touched the suit since. With this newfound free time, I've got back into photography, which I did a lot more of when I was younger, even though my pictures always ended up being so blurry. With an open slot at the Daily Bugle, I've been honing my skills, to get the job, so that Aunt May doesn't have to work herself so hard to pay the bills. Sure Teresa still gets money from SHIELD missions, but Aunt May has a hard time accepting the money, saying that she should save it.
Anyways, back to Harry. Ever since that day, he's been hanging out with Flash Thompson of all people. I feel like he's doing it on purpose to try to hurt me in some way. Ironic, since Flash is one of Spider-Man's biggest fans. Cheyenne skipped town, so that also doesn't help Harry's state of mind any. So now, it's just me and Lana.
It's after school, and I'm standing at the front doors to the Daily Bugle. Here goes nothing... I open the doors of the Daily Bugle, and walk in. I ask the receptionist, Betty Brant for directions to J Jonah Jameson's office. On the way to his office, I overhear some of the journalists talking.
"Oh c'mon Norah! I know you were a big fan of that Goblin story. This Hobgoblin could be the next big thing!"
"Sorry Phil, but you've got no evidence! Just an orange blur, which could literally be anything."
"So what you're saying is, you'll work with me on the story if I get you proof that the Hobgoblin exists?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"You better keep to it! I'm on the case!" Phil says with a cheer, as he runs out of the office, bumping into me on the way out, which causes me to stumble. I regain myself after a second, and make my way into Jameson's office.
"Yes? What is it?! I don't have all day!" He barks out, noticing me enter the room.
"I'm here for the photographer position. Peter Parker. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Don't act like you know me Patrick! I don't have time for small talk, I'm a very busy man."
"Clearly. It's Peter sir..." I nod in agreeance, trying not to get on his bad side.
"I don't care what your name is! As long as you take good pictures, the rest doesn't matter."
I reach into my bag, grabbing my portfolio, filled with varying landscape shots I've taken, and place it on his desk.
"They're crap! Crap, crap, megacrap. Sorry kid, but landscape shots don't sell newspapers! But you know what does sell newspapers? That menace, Spider-Man!"
"Menace? But wasn't the Daily Bugle a huge supporter of the friendly neighborhood webhead?"
"That's before I learned his true nature. He creates these villains he fights to get famous! He's also a coward that hides behind a mask! What's he hiding from? What's so bad that he would need to hide his true face from the public? So anyways, if you get me pictures of that menace or something newsworthy, I'll give you some money But if not, scram!" He's already huffing and puffing. I'm surprised he hasn't blown the whole place down. Well this is problematic, considering my decision to stop being Spider-Man. Guess I'll have to find an even bigger story.
Spider-Man Volume 3, Issue #1: Spider-Man No More
A month later, and Harry still hasn't spoken to me. His friendship is one of the most important things to me, and yet, I just screwed it up. I went to the funereal, but that won't change what happened. There's no forgiveness there. To be fair though, if I didn't jump out of way, I would've been dead, and I'd prefer to being alive than dead. Spider-Man saved the city, but Peter Parker lost his best friend that day. That, and J Jonah Jameson has done a complete 180, now saying that Spider-Man's a menace to society. Honestly, I can't really disagree with him, which is why I haven't touched the suit since. With this newfound free time, I've got back into photography, which I did a lot more of when I was younger, even though my pictures always ended up being so blurry. With an open slot at the Daily Bugle, I've been honing my skills, to get the job, so that Aunt May doesn't have to work herself so hard to pay the bills. Sure Teresa still gets money from SHIELD missions, but Aunt May has a hard time accepting the money, saying that she should save it.
Anyways, back to Harry. Ever since that day, he's been hanging out with Flash Thompson of all people. I feel like he's doing it on purpose to try to hurt me in some way. Ironic, since Flash is one of Spider-Man's biggest fans. Cheyenne skipped town, so that also doesn't help Harry's state of mind any. So now, it's just me and Lana.
It's after school, and I'm standing at the front doors to the Daily Bugle. Here goes nothing... I open the doors of the Daily Bugle, and walk in. I ask the receptionist, Betty Brant for directions to J Jonah Jameson's office. On the way to his office, I overhear some of the journalists talking.
"Oh c'mon Norah! I know you were a big fan of that Goblin story. This Hobgoblin could be the next big thing!"
"Sorry Phil, but you've got no evidence! Just an orange blur, which could literally be anything."
"So what you're saying is, you'll work with me on the story if I get you proof that the Hobgoblin exists?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"You better keep to it! I'm on the case!" Phil says with a cheer, as he runs out of the office, bumping into me on the way out, which causes me to stumble. I regain myself after a second, and make my way into Jameson's office.
"Yes? What is it?! I don't have all day!" He barks out, noticing me enter the room.
"I'm here for the photographer position. Peter Parker. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Don't act like you know me Patrick! I don't have time for small talk, I'm a very busy man."
"Clearly. It's Peter sir..." I nod in agreeance, trying not to get on his bad side.
"I don't care what your name is! As long as you take good pictures, the rest doesn't matter."
I reach into my bag, grabbing my portfolio, filled with varying landscape shots I've taken, and place it on his desk.
"They're crap! Crap, crap, megacrap. Sorry kid, but landscape shots don't sell newspapers! But you know what does sell newspapers? That menace, Spider-Man!"
"Menace? But wasn't the Daily Bugle a huge supporter of the friendly neighborhood webhead?"
"That's before I learned his true nature. He creates these villains he fights to get famous! He's also a coward that hides behind a mask! What's he hiding from? What's so bad that he would need to hide his true face from the public? So anyways, if you get me pictures of that menace or something newsworthy, I'll give you some money But if not, scram!" He's already huffing and puffing. I'm surprised he hasn't blown the whole place down. Well this is problematic, considering my decision to stop being Spider-Man. Guess I'll have to find an even bigger story.