Ch 2
A/N - thanks for the reviews! Diablodude1- thanks! i know i probably got some stuff wrong... i haven't read much of the comics :( thanks a lot though for the help!
Also, I'm sorry if I have slower updates than usual... I'm working on 2 other fics at the same time, so it might take a little longer. :(
Peter stayed up all night, partly because he wasn't tired in the least, but mostly because he wanted to make sure Gwen was okay. She was still asleep when he realized he had to get the pictures of Spider-Man in to the bugle before the deadline at 6:30. He didn't want to disturb Gwen, so he picked up his coat and walked out of the door with the pictures, hopefully getting there and back quickly. As soon as he closed the door and was turning around, he walked straight into-
"MJ! Woah, sorry," Peter said, he hadn't expected anyone in the apartment building this early.
"Oh, hey, it's alright Pete. I'm sorry to come at this ungodly hour, but I have work at 7 so I thought I'd come by to see how you were. I assumed you were awake, with Gwen and all..."
"Yeah, thanks MJ." And he meant it. It wasn't every day you had a friend who cared so much for you that they'd get up extra early just to check on you.
"Well... you're probably busy, do you mind if I talk to Gwen until you get back?" Peter was a little skeptical. They hadn't always gotten along well in the past.
"Okay, MJ, but she's sleeping still." He said. It was better to have MJ with her than have her be alone.
"Alright. Thanks, Pete. See ya," She said, and walked past him and into the room.
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Peter hadn't had time to take pictures of himself the night before, so he was hoping a robber or some thief would show up so that he could get some shots of Spidey in action. He could always just take pictures of himself webslinging, but he wasn't sure if Jonah would throw a fit or not, better play it safe, Pete.
As if on cue, he heard a store manager running out of his store waving his fist at some guy who was taking off with a bag. Peter immediately changed, and swung after the guy. He webbed his camera to the side of a building and set it on timer. He made sure to do a couple flips to make the pictures look good, and came down on the guy, kicking him in the backside and knocking him over. He webbed the thief to a lampost and heard a "click" as he somersaulted over to the manager. Peter made sure to get a picture of the grateful clerk accepting the bag from Spider-Man. He quickly jumped and grabbed his camera off the building, swinging to the nearest developer.
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Mary Jane was sitting a little awkwardly on the side of the couch that Gwen was sleeping on. MJ felt terrible, what if Gwen had died? Mary Jane had to admit that she was angry that Peter payed more attention to Gwen. She shouldn't have been so selfish, the two obviously meant the world to each other.
"Mary? Is that you?" Gwen had woke up. MJ turned around, not expecting her to awake all of the sudden. "Hey, Gwen, how you feeling?" MJ said, she smiled at Gwen, relieved that she was alright.
"What happened to me?" She sat up, obviously confused. "I had the strangest dream... I was falling, and...." Her voice trailed off. She seemed to be deep in thought. Mary Jane didn't know what to say. What, was she supposed to tell her that yes, she had been thrown off a bridge last night, but was okay because Spider-Man had saved her. Not to mention that Gwen loathed Spider-Man.
"Are you hungry?" Mary Jane asked, trying to change the subject a little.
"Where's Peter?" Gwen asked, frowning. "Oh, sorry; I'm starving, MJ."
MJ smiled at her concern for Peter, when she should be concerned about herself.
"Peter went to the bugle to drop some stuff off for his boss, he'll be back around 10 or so." MJ said to Gwen, who looked downcast. No doubt she was hoping to see Peter much sooner. MJ went to make some breakfast for Gwen in the kitchen, and she heard Gwen's audible sigh of confusion from the other room
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Peter couldn't believe it. He'd even put the developed pictures in chronological order because the developer mixed them up. He'd gotten them all in the right place, and even though any idiot looking at these would see that Spider-Man was saving a clerks bag of money, and the returning it to him, Jameson still saw Spider-Man as nothing more than a-
"Thief! A menace! Look at him, walks up to the guy and takes his dough! The nerve of this freak!" Jameson exclaimed, pointing furiously to the picture of him giving the bag back. Robbie Robertson rolled his eyes.
"I've told you Jonah, he's returning the bag from the crook, not stealing it, it's crystal clear here! I don't know how you manage to twist this obvious proof into something else!" Robbie said, looking hopeless.
"Proof? Of course, this is proof of his cowardice! He's a criminal!" Peter exchanged a glance with Robbie, who rolled his eyes. Peter chuckled at this. It seemed there were still a few who stood up for him.
"Right, Robbie! Slap this on page one, now," Jameson said, handing the photo to Robbie. Peter often felt like he was sentencing himself whenever he turned in pictures to Jameson. But, It payed the bills, and that would have to do for now.
"Parker! One more thing. Get down to the Brooklyn Bridge sometime today. I need pictures of the damage caused by Spider-Man and some flying wacko. Finally, we have convincing evidence that Spider-Man is the murderer I always knew he was! Tried to kill the late Stacy's daughter, apparently. Now get out of here, I'm a busy man, and get me pictures!"
Peter walked out of the bugle absolutely shocked. There was no way they could hold him responsible for what happened to Gwen. No. Way.
He'd always known that Jameson was crazy, but this was going too far. A whole pack of spectators had seen him save Gwen, they would speak up for him, wouldn't they? He'd have to see, after Jameson published the article on it tomorrow morning.
"Peter!"
He heard a familiar voice behind him and turned around just in time to have Gwen jump into his arms and embrace him.
"Peter, I missed you so much," She said, and she kissed him. He was taken totally by suprise, and almost stumbled backwards. If not for his balance due to the spider-bite he would have.
MJ walked up behind them, smiling and waving to Peter. "She couldn't wait to see you, so I decided, well, why not meet Pete on his way out?"
"Great idea. I was so worried about you, Gwen." She frowned a little. "Me too, Peter."
MJ had reminded Gwen about what had happened on the way over, so she wouldn't seem out of it when Peter asked her if she was alright.
"Hey guys, let's go do something, like, get lunch or something. It'll be fun." MJ suggested. Gwen remained silent and looked skeptical, but Peter's face brightened and he smiled, "Yeah, that sounds awesome. Let's go." He said.
"Yeah...." Gwen said. Secretly, she was hoping she could get some alone time with Peter, but with Mary Jane around, that was impossible. Not to mention Gwen was always worried Peter would be more interested in Mary Jane and leave her.
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Peter wasn't stupid, he noticed the uneasiness that Gwen was feeling. She probably didn't feel entirely comftoratable with Mary Jane around. He didn't mind. Peter and Gwen would have plenty of time later to talk, but for now, he just wanted to take it easy and forget about his problems and have a nice lunch with one of his best friends and his girlfriend.
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Mary Jane felt like the worlds stupidest third wheel. She shouldn't have suggested they go out together, Gwen obviously wanted some time alone. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now. She'd just have to go through with it. Peter didn't seem to mind, which was probably reassuring for Gwen. Gwen probably thought that MJ was trying to make a move on Peter. Now that would be sick, trying to flirt with the boyfriend of a girl who was just tossed off a bridge would be the most insensitive thing to do. Nope. MJ was there as a friend, and always would be.
"Or am I?" She said, barely audible. Was she really going with them as a friend, or going with them because Peter was there? She felt awful about it, but she felt like if it was Harry with Gwen, or anyone else, she wouldn't have said anything.
A/N - thanks for the reviews! Diablodude1- thanks! i know i probably got some stuff wrong... i haven't read much of the comics :( thanks a lot though for the help!
Also, I'm sorry if I have slower updates than usual... I'm working on 2 other fics at the same time, so it might take a little longer. :(
Peter stayed up all night, partly because he wasn't tired in the least, but mostly because he wanted to make sure Gwen was okay. She was still asleep when he realized he had to get the pictures of Spider-Man in to the bugle before the deadline at 6:30. He didn't want to disturb Gwen, so he picked up his coat and walked out of the door with the pictures, hopefully getting there and back quickly. As soon as he closed the door and was turning around, he walked straight into-
"MJ! Woah, sorry," Peter said, he hadn't expected anyone in the apartment building this early.
"Oh, hey, it's alright Pete. I'm sorry to come at this ungodly hour, but I have work at 7 so I thought I'd come by to see how you were. I assumed you were awake, with Gwen and all..."
"Yeah, thanks MJ." And he meant it. It wasn't every day you had a friend who cared so much for you that they'd get up extra early just to check on you.
"Well... you're probably busy, do you mind if I talk to Gwen until you get back?" Peter was a little skeptical. They hadn't always gotten along well in the past.
"Okay, MJ, but she's sleeping still." He said. It was better to have MJ with her than have her be alone.
"Alright. Thanks, Pete. See ya," She said, and walked past him and into the room.
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Peter hadn't had time to take pictures of himself the night before, so he was hoping a robber or some thief would show up so that he could get some shots of Spidey in action. He could always just take pictures of himself webslinging, but he wasn't sure if Jonah would throw a fit or not, better play it safe, Pete.
As if on cue, he heard a store manager running out of his store waving his fist at some guy who was taking off with a bag. Peter immediately changed, and swung after the guy. He webbed his camera to the side of a building and set it on timer. He made sure to do a couple flips to make the pictures look good, and came down on the guy, kicking him in the backside and knocking him over. He webbed the thief to a lampost and heard a "click" as he somersaulted over to the manager. Peter made sure to get a picture of the grateful clerk accepting the bag from Spider-Man. He quickly jumped and grabbed his camera off the building, swinging to the nearest developer.
---
Mary Jane was sitting a little awkwardly on the side of the couch that Gwen was sleeping on. MJ felt terrible, what if Gwen had died? Mary Jane had to admit that she was angry that Peter payed more attention to Gwen. She shouldn't have been so selfish, the two obviously meant the world to each other.
"Mary? Is that you?" Gwen had woke up. MJ turned around, not expecting her to awake all of the sudden. "Hey, Gwen, how you feeling?" MJ said, she smiled at Gwen, relieved that she was alright.
"What happened to me?" She sat up, obviously confused. "I had the strangest dream... I was falling, and...." Her voice trailed off. She seemed to be deep in thought. Mary Jane didn't know what to say. What, was she supposed to tell her that yes, she had been thrown off a bridge last night, but was okay because Spider-Man had saved her. Not to mention that Gwen loathed Spider-Man.
"Are you hungry?" Mary Jane asked, trying to change the subject a little.
"Where's Peter?" Gwen asked, frowning. "Oh, sorry; I'm starving, MJ."
MJ smiled at her concern for Peter, when she should be concerned about herself.
"Peter went to the bugle to drop some stuff off for his boss, he'll be back around 10 or so." MJ said to Gwen, who looked downcast. No doubt she was hoping to see Peter much sooner. MJ went to make some breakfast for Gwen in the kitchen, and she heard Gwen's audible sigh of confusion from the other room
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Peter couldn't believe it. He'd even put the developed pictures in chronological order because the developer mixed them up. He'd gotten them all in the right place, and even though any idiot looking at these would see that Spider-Man was saving a clerks bag of money, and the returning it to him, Jameson still saw Spider-Man as nothing more than a-
"Thief! A menace! Look at him, walks up to the guy and takes his dough! The nerve of this freak!" Jameson exclaimed, pointing furiously to the picture of him giving the bag back. Robbie Robertson rolled his eyes.
"I've told you Jonah, he's returning the bag from the crook, not stealing it, it's crystal clear here! I don't know how you manage to twist this obvious proof into something else!" Robbie said, looking hopeless.
"Proof? Of course, this is proof of his cowardice! He's a criminal!" Peter exchanged a glance with Robbie, who rolled his eyes. Peter chuckled at this. It seemed there were still a few who stood up for him.
"Right, Robbie! Slap this on page one, now," Jameson said, handing the photo to Robbie. Peter often felt like he was sentencing himself whenever he turned in pictures to Jameson. But, It payed the bills, and that would have to do for now.
"Parker! One more thing. Get down to the Brooklyn Bridge sometime today. I need pictures of the damage caused by Spider-Man and some flying wacko. Finally, we have convincing evidence that Spider-Man is the murderer I always knew he was! Tried to kill the late Stacy's daughter, apparently. Now get out of here, I'm a busy man, and get me pictures!"
Peter walked out of the bugle absolutely shocked. There was no way they could hold him responsible for what happened to Gwen. No. Way.
He'd always known that Jameson was crazy, but this was going too far. A whole pack of spectators had seen him save Gwen, they would speak up for him, wouldn't they? He'd have to see, after Jameson published the article on it tomorrow morning.
"Peter!"
He heard a familiar voice behind him and turned around just in time to have Gwen jump into his arms and embrace him.
"Peter, I missed you so much," She said, and she kissed him. He was taken totally by suprise, and almost stumbled backwards. If not for his balance due to the spider-bite he would have.
MJ walked up behind them, smiling and waving to Peter. "She couldn't wait to see you, so I decided, well, why not meet Pete on his way out?"
"Great idea. I was so worried about you, Gwen." She frowned a little. "Me too, Peter."
MJ had reminded Gwen about what had happened on the way over, so she wouldn't seem out of it when Peter asked her if she was alright.
"Hey guys, let's go do something, like, get lunch or something. It'll be fun." MJ suggested. Gwen remained silent and looked skeptical, but Peter's face brightened and he smiled, "Yeah, that sounds awesome. Let's go." He said.
"Yeah...." Gwen said. Secretly, she was hoping she could get some alone time with Peter, but with Mary Jane around, that was impossible. Not to mention Gwen was always worried Peter would be more interested in Mary Jane and leave her.
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Peter wasn't stupid, he noticed the uneasiness that Gwen was feeling. She probably didn't feel entirely comftoratable with Mary Jane around. He didn't mind. Peter and Gwen would have plenty of time later to talk, but for now, he just wanted to take it easy and forget about his problems and have a nice lunch with one of his best friends and his girlfriend.
---
Mary Jane felt like the worlds stupidest third wheel. She shouldn't have suggested they go out together, Gwen obviously wanted some time alone. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now. She'd just have to go through with it. Peter didn't seem to mind, which was probably reassuring for Gwen. Gwen probably thought that MJ was trying to make a move on Peter. Now that would be sick, trying to flirt with the boyfriend of a girl who was just tossed off a bridge would be the most insensitive thing to do. Nope. MJ was there as a friend, and always would be.
"Or am I?" She said, barely audible. Was she really going with them as a friend, or going with them because Peter was there? She felt awful about it, but she felt like if it was Harry with Gwen, or anyone else, she wouldn't have said anything.