He woke up early the next morning, awaking from a horrific nightmare. The Green Goblin and Harry, and Mary Jane… Peter rubbed his eyes and threw on a t-shirt. He decided to make breakfast for Aunt May and himself. Making pancakes, he almost set the house on fire twice. Man, he really did suck at cooking.
He couldn't get Mary Jane's portrait out of his thick skull. He felt his own heart was beating from him. He was all alone, except for one elderly person who loved him more than her own life. Well, that one person wasn't enough. Not this time. Peter made sure Aunt May was okay getting down the stairs. "Oh, Peter, you worry wart! Stop acting like an old woman!" He couldn't help but laugh.
"So, what did Mary Jane want last night? I forgot to ask." "She…uh…wanted to go out again." "Oh great! And you said?" "I said…I told her I couldn't this weekend." "But, you have no plans I'm aware of." "I guess I need a break." "Ah, that's my boy! Playing hard to get!"
Peter told his dear old aunt he needed to get to the Bugle, so she let him be. "Bye, Aunt May!" "Goodbye, dear. Don't forget about dinner tonight!" "I wont!" He waved goodbye and hopped on his motor scooter. "To the Bugle!" He said in a deep voice. And, 'magically', his scooter transported him in that direction. Ooh wow. Magical! Peter felt so down. Maybe taking some lame pictures of himself for Jameson would cheer him up. Ah, it wouldn't. But the pay would!
A few moments later, Spider-Man was on the rooftops snapping pictures of himself. "An action shot? Okay, ladies!" He laughed to himself. He hopped on a billboard that advertised The Daily Bugle, and took a picture of himself flipping off the large photo of J. Jonah Jameson. That one would sell, for sure.
When Peter handed the photos Jameson, his eyes popped out of his numb skull when he saw the one with Spider-Man's middle finger sticking up nice and high. "Standard freelance fee." Jameson said, getting out his checkbook. Peter nodded. "Plus my raise." Jameson groaned. "Thanks, J.J.!" Peter said. He pranced out of the room, and he jumped and clicked his heels in mid air before he left the office. "Mad skills!" He commented himself.
Peter stopped outside for a hotdog. It was drenched in mustard. Personally, I hate mustard. It's hot and spicy and makes me puke. After that, he headed to out.
Spider-Man swung around the city, on high alert for the Green Goblin. He spotted the Fantasti-Car flying high above the city as well. He spun a web line on its rear bumper and climbed up onto the car. "Hey, gang!" The Fantastic Four jumped. "Spider-Man! What in God's name, you almost made me crash!" "Yeah, yeah. So where ya'll going? I need a lift to happy hour." He said, half serious. "What? Problems?" The Thing asked. "Yeah. Now I gotta drink 'em all away." He sighed. "Spider-Man, you're acting so strangely! Is something the matter?" Sue Storm asked. "Yeah," He said nasally. "Do you ever feel like you're life's turning upside-down?" The Human Torch laughed. "That's funny coming from a dude who hangs from the ceiling every day." Spider-Man laughed. Johnny was right. He was taking life way to seriously. He saluted the gang, then hopped off of the car and started to fall faster than the speed of gravity. "Poor kid. He's so young." Invisible Woman added as they flew away
Spider-Man did feel like a good drink, though. So, he found a small bar off on one of the street corners. He crawled onto the roof and into the air vents. He used air vents as a major was of transportation now days. Once he reached the ceiling of the place. He found a bar tender. It was a girl, about eighteen or so. She had long, brown hair to match her mesmerizing eyes. Spider-Man made a little "Psst!" noise, and she looked up. She almost screamed in shock of seeing him their, but he put his finger over his mouth in that "Shh!" motion. She nodded and pointed him to a small area where he would be blocked off from view by a wall of beers. He climbed down and stood beside it.
"Spider-Man?" She asked. He nodded. "Hey, I'm just a 'lil short, can I get a beer?" She nodded and grabbed him a bottle. He handed her what cash he had on him, and then rolled up his mask to drink some. "What on earth are you doing here?" "What? A guy can't get a drink?" "No, A guy can, but a superhero?" She laughed. "I guess I'm having some trouble." He shrugged, not knowing why he was telling a complete stranger this. "What sort of trouble?" "Girl trouble." She laughed. "Spider-Man having trouble with the ladies? I've seen girls that'd kill to meet you!" "Yeah, but she don't know I'm Spider-Man! She blew me off for one of my best friends, then lied about it." The girl but her hand on his shoulder. "Spider-Man, I've talked to a lot of boys like you. But, you're not like them. You're Spider-Man. Okay?" He nodded, and thanked her for the drink.
The next morning the Daily Bugle had an old picture of Spider-Man on it, and the headline read: "Spider-Man Drinks His Problems Away". He just laughed. That was so typical. Jameson would do anything for a sold stack of papers. Anything.
Peter headed out for lunch that day alone at a local diner. He needed a good meal. As he received his order of mashed potatoes and meatloaf, he realized he didn't go to Aunt May's last night for dinner. "Oh god damn it!" He cussed at himself. As he was about to leave to see her, two familiar people walked through the door.