Spider-Man and Dare Devil shook hands. "I can't believe this nightmare is actually over." He said. "Yeah, I know. I need to go, though." "Right, See you, Dare Devil." The lights flickered, and he was gone. "Dude, how is there electricity down here?" He asked himself.
Jameson came down where the police were trying to question Spider-Man. "Officers, may I have a moment alone with him?" "As long as you don't kill him." They laughed as they left them alone. "Spider-Man, I will not deny that you saved my life and you helped me in this mess, and I suppose I owe you a regretful apology, but I mean…" Spider-Man nodded. "Don't worry about it, Jonah. I know what you mean. Don't think anything of it, either." Jameson nodded. "But, this doesn't change anything, Spider-Man." "I wouldn't expect it any other way, Mr. Jameson." As J.J was about to leave, he actually smiled and said the words, "Thank you." "No problem. Now, go write an article on how this was all my fault, okay?" Jameson nodded. "Sounds good." Once he left Spider-Man shook his head. I just had a civilized conversation with the J. Jonah Jameson. Weird.
Much later that night Peter Parker arrived home. Mary Jane threw herself into his arms. "How was work?" "Interesting." He said. "Come one, we're going out." "Where?" "To dinner. My treat." "Well, I'll take you up on that." "I knew you would." "Hey, guess what?" "What?" "Jameson actually thanked me!" "No way!" "Way!" "That's incredible, Peter!" "Yeah. Damn, I wish I had a tape recorder then!"