Spiderman fic
Disclaimer: Spiderman belongs to its Creator Stan Lee.
Notes: This story is set during Spiderman 2 and
Chapter 1
"We have a new reporter starting today, so make sure that you show her a great deal of respect. I hope to have her on line to write some hard hitting stories about Spiderman becoming a criminal." Jamison said to everyone in the office. "She'll be here later on today."
The whole building was buzzing about trying to get the latest edition of The Daily Bugle out on time for the printers. Peter Parker had gotten some more photographs of Spiderman; he had long gotten past the stage of defending himself against Jamison. He had gotten some good photos this time. "Hey Parker you got those photos for me?" Jamison said with a mouth full of cigar.
"Yeah right here Mr Jamison." Peter handed the file full of developed photos to Jamison.
"Good work Kid go and see the receptionist and she'll give you money for the photographs." Jamison said to Peter as he left his office. Peter sighed and went to get paid from the receptionist.
He took the elevator down to the ground floor to exit the building. He arrived on the ground floor and exited the elevator. He noticed someone enter the lift at the same time as he left it. They crossed paths for a moment and she looked back at him. Then the lift closed.
'Must be the new reporter' He thought to himself and left the building.
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"May I introduce our new reporter Grace Adams, she'll be reporting tonight at a party where my son John Jamison will be tonight." Jamison introducing the new reporter who was looking out from behind her folders and waved shyly at everyone around her.
"Nice to be here." Grace said. "I hope to be a valuable asset to this newspaper." Everyone cheered and soon his or her attention had gotten back to working on the next issue. Grace sighed and got to work on her story, which she had been assigned.
As it was her first assignment it was only a short introductory piece. The piece was about her and what had gotten her into journalism. She wrote that she had a degree in physics and biology and masters in journalism.
She had finished her piece in a couple of hours. "This is good work. I'll put it in tomorrow. You might want to head off and prepare for the party tonight. Wear something formal alright?" Jamison said to her.
She left the building and headed back to her apartment. She had memorised the route from last time. What she did was to remember special landmarks, as she was terrible with directions.
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Soon enough she was back at her apartment. It was high up in a building and the view was to die for. She was lucky she had managed to get this place she was almost outbid by some woman who wanted this place. From her research she gathered that the buyer was some rich person who just wanted to add another place to their growing list of properties.
The Rent was great and the place was pretty big. She had two bedrooms, a reasonably sized kitchen and bathroom. She did have a small living room, which held her laptop, which sat at her desk unless of course she had it with her, which she usually did though tonight she would just have to stick with the usual pad of paper and a pen, which was classic reporter.
She knew she would need something really hot looking in order to get attention of the intended person whom she was writing about. So she decided to get ready for what was going to be one of those long nights.
She went into her shower and went underneath the hot spray. Soon she was out of it again and walked into her room. She started by getting her dress from the closet. She had to put it away carefully as she felt she would need it pretty soon.
It was just a plain red strapless dress, which did not make her look stupid. It showed her figure off in just the right places. She then put on her shoes and pulled out her curling irons she then curled her hair slightly. Her hair fell in waves around her shoulders. She applied slight make up to her eyes and face.
When it was about half and hour before she was supposed to be at the party she left the apartment grabbing her coats, keys, bags and press pass as she left. She had to lock the door from the outside to make sure that no one could thief her things.
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She arrived at the party a little bit before it was due to be in full swing. She showed her press pass at the door and made her way in. "Wow Grace it's nice to see you follow my advice." Jamison called from behind her.
"I had to otherwise I feel I wouldn't be allowed in here." She said honestly. She removed her coat and placed it somewhere she knew she would be able to see it. She looked around the well-decorated ballroom and saw everyone chatting.
"I want you to go and find our photographer for the night Peter Parker he should be somewhere at the front taking pictures of my son and his fiancée." Jamison said. He moved off to talk to some other important people around. Grace began to walk around looking for this Peter Parker.
Soon enough she found a young man holding a camera waiting and talking to what looked like Harry Osborne. She had heard of him and knew that he headed the new research division at his late father's plant.
Grace was now at the front of the crowd and saw that some of the male reporters were looking at her. "Well lookey here looks like Jamison has to get a woman to do a man's job." One of the men said to her. This got her attention and some of those around her.
"Are you a reporter or a pig? I can't really tell at the moment. Yes I work for Jamison but I am here because of my rep not because of what I look like so you can either put up with it or get bent. Your choice." Grace said not wanting to put up with anyone and wanting to concentrate on her assignment.
She noticed Peter Parker coming over towards her. "You handle people well. I think we met earlier in the lift. I'm Peter Parker." He said to Grace and held out his hand.
"Grace Adams. I'm new here and I have had to put with a lot of hard headed reporters in my time and know enough to make them leave me alone." She said to him and shook his hand.
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John Jamison and his fiancée had come down the stairs and everyone was clapping. Peter looked shocked to see who Jamison's son's fiancée was. Grace looked at him and knew almost immediately that he knew that person.
Soon enough other reporters had begun asking questions. Grace put her hand up and asked 'When is wedding date?' and she asked all sorts of questions. Soon she had enough to write up on her article. She knew that she would need to do her research on this Mary Jane Watson and what John Jamison's previous visits into space.
When the party was over she grabbed her coat and bag. It had begun to shower outside. She would be getting wet and this frustrated her a little.
As she was walking the streets at night she started to feel like someone was following. "Hand over your purse and you won't get hurt." A thug said from behind. Grace's vision was slightly fuzzy and she was in fear for her safety.
"Alright lets not do anything stupid." Grace said as she turned around to face the thug. He was one of those younger men who were holding a knife. He looked like he was in his right mind.
"GIVE ME YOUR PURSE!!!" He shouted at her and she backed up into a wall nearby. She was about to hand over her purse when the masked crime fighter turned up and webbed the stranger up and he started to struggle. "You'll pay for this webslinger.
"You'll be in jail where you belong." He said back to the thief. He turned to look at Grace ready to help her if she needed it. "Are you alright miss?" He asked her.
Grace looked at him for a moment, he had just saved her life and she was just standing there afraid of what to say if indeed at this moment she could say anything. Grace leaned against the side of the building trying to get over the fact that she had been held at knifepoint.
This city was full of crime it was surprising that she was not attacked on every street corner. But thanks to Spiderman it was not like that. "Thank you for the help." Grace said. She walked underneath a place where she would not get wet. Her make up had already begun to run.
She wiped her face with her hand and her face ended up being clean and normal. "You know it's not a good idea to be out here during the night unless you're with friends." Spiderman said to her. Grace looked at him with no longer fuzzy vision. "Are you lost?" He asked her.
"Yeah I'm new here and I can't seem to find my way around here." Grace said honestly no longer did it make her feel stupid. Grace knew she would have to ask for help.
"I'll take you to your place." He grabbed her suddenly and started to web swing away from the sign and the approaching sirens as someone had obviously spotted the criminal. "Where do you live?" He said to her as he held her with one arm.
Grace told him where she lived and he headed in the right direction. Grace took in the view as she held onto Spiderman.
Soon they were on the roof of the building. "I'll leave you to it. I hope that you report the truth instead of the things that Jamison comes up with." Spiderman said.
"How did you know that I was a reporter I could be anything but how did you know that?" Grace said. She looked at him with curiosity.
"The way you hold yourself." Spiderman said. He let her go and had begun to walk away. He was stopped when Grace grabbed his hand.
"Thank you for saving me." She smiled at him and she let him leave. 'He is not a bad guy. I knew it.' She thought to herself. She then left to back into her apartment.