Spiderman's
Day Off
Peter Parker walked down Times Square headed to the Daily Bugle as usual when he heard a fire truck go by.
Uh-oh, he thought, running down a back alley after checking the coast was clear. This looks like a job for Spider-?
The bag where he kept his Spiderman costume was empty.
"Uh…that's okay, it can be a job for the Amazing Bag…man?"
He didn't have any paper bags with him.
"Hmm, that's odd. I guess it looks like a job for…Peter Parker, Daily Bugle photographer!"
At that he ran to the scene of the accident with his camera.
The had been a car crash on the corner of 5th and Vine between an SUV and a Volkswagen. The SUV was smoking and the Volkswagen had sprung a gas leak.
When the firemen saw Peter approaching they turned him away.
"Hey kid, we know you wanna see some big booms, but we gotta prevent 'em, alright?"
Peter had started to protest that he was no mere man, but quickly quieted himself. I don't have my costume, so I couldn't prove it if I wanted to.
So instead he contented himself in snapping a few shots and heading off to Jameson to get some quick bucks for them.
When Peter got to the office, as usual, J. Jonah Jameson was yelling about something.
"--good, now get outta my office. PARKER! Where the hell have you been, boy? Can't count on teenagers for crap nowadays. Where's my pictures of Spiderman?!"
Peter shrugged and offered the pictures of the fire. "I haven't been able to contact him, Mr. Jameson, but I got these pic--."
Jameson snatched the photos from Peter's hand and looked them over.
"Hmm, this is the fire down the street, eh? Let's see…" He looked them over a second time. "These are all terrible. I'll give you 50 bucks. Take it or you're fired!"
Peter decided to take the money. In his book, the less he got fired by Jonah in a day, the better.
Peter decided to walk home that day. It was nice out, and he seldom had a chance since he'd become Spiderman. But today he was free. It was Spiderman's day off.
When he got home he sat down and turn on the television.
"--the scene of an awful tragedy today. Ten people were killed in the explosion from the two cars. It could have easily been stopped by Spiderman, but he was nowhere to be found. J. Jonah Jameson, of the Bugle, had this to say:"
Next, Jameson's face was on the screen. "I know why he was nowhere to be found! He caused the accident and high-tailed it outta there! Probably covered the traffic lights with that blasted webbing! He's a menace!"
"Thank you, Mr. Jameson," the reporter said, yanking her microphone back, "that was very…enlightening. Next up; cheese or disease? A local farmer entered his farm one morning to--"
Peter turned off the news and put his face in his hands.
If only I could've found my suit, I could've saved those people!
Just then, Peter's Aunt May walked into the room with a basket full of clothes.
"Oh, hello Peter. How was your day?" she asked as she took out the laundry to fold it.
"It was okay," Peter started, lifting his head. "I got some pictures of the accident and Jonah gave me fifty dollar for all of--Aunt May! Where did you get that?!"
While he had been talking, Aunt May had been busily folding the clothes. She had just pulled out his Spiderman costume!
"Oh, this? I found it lying around on your bedroom floor. Really, Peter, if you're going to go around pretending to be Spiderman, at least clean your costume."
Aunt May chuckled and took the laundry to his room.
Peter looked at the blank TV screen.
"Well," he said, reaching for the remote, "I guess it really was Spidey's day off."
At that he clicked on the TV and started watching a movie.