Jamie sat at the Daily Bugle, bored out of her mind, she read through old daily bugle files and noticed that the last two years were full of articles of Spider-Man. Him fighting a bird men,goblins, and some other weird character that seemed like they were out of a comic book. People like Kraven the Hunter or Rhino were all so odd to Jamie.
She knew about people like the Avengers and Fantastic Four or even Mutants, but in her own word these things still seemed impossible. Somehow the things she thought were impossible actually were not. All the articles about superheroes were true, at least the part about the real life superheroes.
Jamie knew Uncle J.J. was prejudice against people with masks and would make an enemy with anyone with one. The amount of truth in the articles was small but the events were not. The stories Jamie's father told her of heroic people doing supernatural thing was real in this world. In this city.
Jamie looking at the time seeing it she had been there for hours already. Even though the Daily Bugle was now modern and digital the place still smelled like news paper inj and the smell had given Jamie an enormous headache when she smelled it for long periods of time. By now she was desperate to get some fresh air.
She walked to the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor. Up here was empty office space and no one ever went up to this place. The smell of printer ink still lingered through the top floor. Jamie walked through the hallway and to a door that led to steps to the rooftop.
Jamie climbed to the rooftop. There, a large gust of chilli October air wrapped Jamie in a blanket, causing her to shiver. The late afternoon was peaceful and quiet and the traffic seemed calm down below, everything was quiet. Jamie closed her eye and let her thoughts consume her in the peace.
Not before long the silence was broken by a fire truck zooming past the Daily Bugle. Jamie opened her eye letting the light flood her version. Not to far from the Bugle, a building was on fire. Jamie looked at the blazing flames engulfing the large building.
"Oh gosh," Jamie muttered, looking at the dieing building. `
Not before long Spider-Man came into the scene and jumped into the burning building. Jamie watched in amazement as flew out of the buildings into a web her had made.
"Go Spidey," Jamie whispered to herself.
As she watched, the sounds became louder all around her. Soon everything, everything seemed to engulf her in sound. Jamie could hear her uncle screaming at his employees five floors under her and the man ordering a hotdog at the cart in front of the Daily Bugle.
The sound kept growing and growing until it was unbearable to listen to. Jamie covered her ears but the sound still came through. Eventually Jamie lost her balance, falling off the Daily Bugle.
Hurtling towards the streets below, Jamie formed a blue sphere around herself to take the impact of the fall. As the sphere touched the ground, it burst, leaving a small crater in the street. Jamie was startled, but unharmed, as people gasped and looked at Jamie.
During her fall, her hood from her sweatshirt had fallen over her head covering face. Jamie kept her head down so no one could see her face under the hood. Everyone gathered around her to see what happened, whispering and making comments, the noise from everyone because Jamie to groan in pain from all the noise.
After a few seconds, the noise became unbearable again, causing her to flee from all the people. Jamie ran for her life through the streets of New York until she found a small alley way where everything was more quiet than it had been. Out of breath Jamie pulled down her hood and started to walk back towards the street.
"Excuse me miss," Someone said from behind, "How can a little lady like you make such a big hole in the ground?"
Jamie pulled her hood back over her head as she turned around. Behind her was Spider-Man perched on the right wall of the ally.
"Oh no," Jamie said, starting to run again.
"Hey wait," Spider-Man called after her.
Jamie ran into the middle of the street, almost being run over by a car, she lept into the air, over the car. "Holy crap," Jamie yelled when she noticed how high she had jumped.
Once again Spider-Man called after her. "Hey I just want to know what your name is. Can I call you Carla?"
Jamie ran into another alleyway accidentally cornering herself. "This feels like a bad dream," Jamie muttered, looking at the wall blocking her way out. She behind her there, Spider-Man was entering the alleyway. Jamie quickly prayed to herself as she took a leap of faith and jumped up to the small building to the right of her.
Once again she started to run, jumping from building to building in a single bound. She was fast but Spider-Man was faster. He was starting to catch up with Jamie and she did not like it. She noticed an abandoned building next to the she was running on top of.
Jamie lept to the building, but something caught onto her ankle making dangle from the object. She looked up seeing sticky webbing around her pant leg.
"Trusty ol' webs," Spider-Man said as he held the web Jamie was connected to.
"So this this is how you catch all the ladies," Jamie joked forming a small blue ball in her had.
"I was just to talk to you, Carla," He said.
Just at that moment Jamie noticed Spider-Man's voice was very familiar to get, as if she knew who was behind the mask. It was familiar, But she could not tell who's voice it really was. She bent herself upward place the ball on her ankle, keeping her hand on her head so the hood would still cover her face. "By the way, my name is not Clara," Jamie said as her ball made contact with the webs, causing her to fall.
Crashing through the glass ceiling, Jamie landed on the ground, hard. Her body ached from the impact of the fall. It felt like someone had broken every bone in her body. Still, she slowly got up from the ground and limped towards the shadows before Spider-Man decided to find her.
Peter looked around the dark building. The mysterious woman was no where to be found and his body ached and muscles were sore. He stood in that dark alone as an October breeze rushed by him causing a chill up his spine even in his red and blue spandex.
The day didn't seem to get any better for Peter and the thought of the woman in the red hoodie just made it worse. He saw what she did to the street and what she was capable of. Knowing from experience, that usually meant she was no good. Still, that crimson hood did not leave his mind, could not leave his mind, it was like a slide show playing over and over again until it was sickening to watch.
But looking for the girl would have to wait for another day, it was late and school was tomorrow. By now it was sunset and He had to get back to Aunt May for dinner. Tomorrow, he would find the woman.
Jamie had finally made it home after her long day, her limp starting to go away and her energy seemed to drain from her body. She rummaged through the unpacked boxes searching for her mother's old sewing machine. Finally she found it in a box marked "Toys".
The sound of Spider-Man's voice never left her head. Playing like a broken record, she tried to match the voice up with everybody but I didn't seem to have a owner. "I Just want to talk," Just seemed to stick in her head and made her more determined to find person the voice belonged to.