The Daily Bugle building had to be one of the most crowded, stressful, and busiest places in New York City. People were running around all over the place and giving orders, frantic to make the next deadline. And once they did, they could take a deep breath, have a glass of water, and worry about the next one.

Peter waltzed into the dark room without even being noticed and started to develop his film. He pressed his ear against the door, listening to the hustle and buzz of the offices as he waited. It felt like home to him, although a strange and not-so-welcoming one. He spent most of his time here, waiting to hear J. Jonah Jameson's screaming voice and sending him on another assignment. One time Jonah was so red with frustration that Peter had receive a little spit in the face as a parting gift.

Peter's spider-sense rang in his head, and he jumped away from the door as someone slammed into it, pushing it open. Peter thought for sure he'd be in the middle of the wall and door sandwich if it weren't for his trusty spider-sense.

It was Jameson. Boy, was he pissed. He scanned the room before spotting Peter on the floor, where he had landed just in time before being squished to death.

"Parker! Where the hell have you been?"

"In here, sir. Developing some photos."

"What, of ponies and unicorns? There was a major bank heist today, Parker! And Spider-Man was in on it, I'm sure." J. Jonah Jameson roared.

"If Spider-Man would tell anyone he was in on the robbery, it'd be you, Mr. Jameson. He'd totally confine in you, sir, with your loving, understanding ways and your heartwarming personality. Actually, Mr. Jameson, I was there. And the photos will be on your desk soon. Just have the check ready." Peter smiled. He loved messing with 'ol J.J.J.

Jameson gave a little humph. "It's about time you get out there on your own. I'm not your mommy, Parker! I can't tell you where to be every five minutes!"

"Yeah. I know. That's how I get all my pictures of Spider-Man, Mr. Jameson. You tell me exactly where he's gonna show up. It's not just my good sense of the area or anything. It's all you. I bow down to you, Mr. Jameson!"

"Don't you get smart with me!" Jameson huffed.

Peter got down on his knees and started praying to Jonah like he was a shrine. "I'm serious!" he said, but he couldn't hold in the laughter. Jameson stormed off out of the dark room. Peter got up and brushed himself off. Jameson. He loved him, or at least his temper.

Peter Parker walked out of the dark room later that day and helped himself to a seat in Jameson's office. He gave the photos a light toss towards Jonah's end of the desk.

Jameson showed no expression as he flipped to through the photos. The first one was a close-up of Electro's face, the other of Spider-Man, the other of them talking, the next one when webhead threw the webbing in his eyes, and then when Electro chased Spidey out of the bank.

"Not the best pictures I've seen, but decent enough for the front page."

"Whoo. Great. Hoorah. Now, about the check. I realize you have a deadline to make, and I realize this is going to be one of the biggest stories, so..."

Jameson grunted. "Five hundred?"

Peter shook his head. He wanted to buy Aunt May something special with the money. He needed more.

"Mr. Jameson, I need some extra cash for a Mother's Day present. So I'm thinking six hundred the least."

"That's a lot for a freelancer, kid."

"What freelancer can get photos of Spider-Man. Up-close, not just his leg as he's swinging by."

Jameson groaned and handed him a check.

Peter kissed it and placed it safely in his pocket. Jameson's phone rang, and he hushed Peter out of the office.

Peter was about to give a quick 'hello' to Betty Brant, the receptionist, when Jonah came bolting from his office.

"Parker! Get down to Times Square pronto! Electro's there, rampaging around the place waiting for Spider-Man!"

"What? Didn't the guy just get his ass thrown in jail?"

"Apparently his ass is free. Now get down there!"

He didn't need Jameson to tell him twice. He was out of the building before Jonah even realized he was gone.

How is Electro back? He thought as he changed behind the air duct on the roof. It doesn't matter. But I wonder how he managed to escape. Maybe he'll tell me, if he's decent enough.

And Electro's not that decent. He's more stupid than decent. But that's not saying a lot, because he's pretty freakin' stupid.