J. Jonah Jameson was the hothead/blockhead that was the esteemed publisher of the Daily Bugle. Ever since Spider-Man's first day he'd been nagging and insulting him, calling him a 'menace to the good citizens of this great city'. He loved smoking cigars, especially when he was in one of his I-am-the-boss-and-that's-how-it-is moods. He loved to rant and order people around. What he didn't like, though, was being stuck to a chair by some sticky goo.
"Ms. Brant, I don't really care if you bring some little kid here!" Jameson yelled, half-way into his office. "If she wants to be a reporter, wonderful! Just...do I look like I care about a fifteen year old kid's idea of becoming a reporter? Cause I DONT!" And he slammed the door shut.
Jameson couldn't move his butt from his big, fancy black chair once he sat down in it. Spider-Man added some extra webbing to his hands, restraining them to the arm rests. He hopped down from the ceiling, making Jonah's face go from pink to red, and locked the door. He then added some webbing to it to make sure no one got in.
"Spider-Man? What the hell do you want? And why the hell am I stuck in this chair?"
"Come on, we all know you'd call the police if I walked through the front door." Spider-Man said, helping himself to Jameson's desk. He scattered some papers to make room for him to sit, holding up a photo that Peter Parker had given him recently.
"This one of me and Electro at the bank?"
"No. It's you walking your dog." Jameson snapped, desperately trying to free his arms.
"This kid gets good shots."
"Why are you here?" He snapped again.
"Fine, fine. So much for small talk. Okay, I have reason to believe that Electro, Venom, and Carnage are out for your neck."
"What? You're out of your mind, Spider-Man! You're off your rocker!"
Spider-Man aimed his webbing at his mouth. Jameson got the hint.
"They're after everyone I know. They just attacked the Fantastic Four."
"Yeah. I got that. I was sort of directing the helicopters, you idiot."
"You are the hostage here, right?" Spider-Man said, half laughing.
Just then something big smashed through the outside wall. Debris flew everywhere, smashing things all over the place. It was blackish-purple, and it had big, white pointy teeth and white pools as eyes. It gave a slight roar, and they all heard the screams from people outside the office. The police would be here soon. Terrific.
Spider-Man got in a ready position, staring the ugly thing down. It smiled, it's long tongue flopping to one side. Spider-Man knew at once who this was.
Venom.