"Hey, guys, have you ever seen that really old movie, Empire Strikes Back?"
"So. Who was it? Who hit you?" Aunt May asked.
"Uh, Steve." Peter looks away, maybe Aunt May might let it go.
"Steve? Steve, who?" Aunt May wasn't giving him an inch. Peter sighed.
"Steve Rogers," Peter admitted.
"Captain America! Peter!" Aunt May yelled. Peter just looked down, he should have known. Aunt May looked at him for a minute. When Peter didn't say anything else, Aunt May went to get him some ice.
"You know I'm always on your side - but did you have to pick a fight with Captain America?" May said with a smile as she brought him the ice wrapped in a dish towel for his eye.
Peter looked surprised. "You're going to let it go?"
"Well, I'd love to go after the guy, but even I don't think that's a fight I could win." Aunt May admitted.
Peter had to laugh. "Yeah, it might be tricky. Thank you for the ice."
"You're welcome. Maybe next time, don't try to take on America's Star-Spangled Superhero." Aunt May said and she turned to leave Peter's room.
"Hey, can you close the door on your way out?" Peter asked.
"I got it." Aunt May said and closed the door behind her.
Fury was not happy.
On top of dealing with his ragtag team of Earth's greatest defenders, he now had to deal with enhanced individuals popping out of the woodwork.
Suddenly there was a Spider-Man in Queens? Fury knew that anything goes in New York - but next thing he knows there'll be a Pizza Rat Man on the Lower East Side.
Whatever, Fury is writing it off as Stark's problem.
If you had asked Peter Parker who John "J." Jonah Jameson Jr. was a year ago, he wouldn't be able to tell you.
But Peter now knows exactly who Mr. J is. The Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Bugle was no longer unknown to Peter. His contentious coverage of Spider-Man made him impossible to ignore.
A few days shy of turning sixteen, Peter wasn't looking forward to getting his license. Honestly, in a city like New York, Peter rarely was in a car, let alone trying to drive one.
No to Peter, turning sixteen meant a different milestone. While Aunt May never complained, Peter could see how the increased meals, the single income, and Peter's school costs were digging into their budget.
Originally, Aunt May hid it pretty well. But Peter started to pick up on it a couple of months ago. Aunt May had always maintained that Peter wouldn't be able to get a job until he was sixteen. Honestly, Peter expected that Aunt May forgot about that limit. Peter, on the other hand, had already started scouting opportunities.
Without much luck, Peter turned his attention back to his "buddy" Mr. J. The Daily Bugle was constantly printing out coverage complaining about Spider-Man. (Honestly, a year after Peter had started, it was impressive that it was still churning out content given how much good Peter had done.)
There was one problem; the Daily Bugle couldn't get a good photo of him. Given Peter was so fast and constantly on the move, it was hard for someone to get a picture of Spider-Man. A video, that was easy, but that's not what Mr. J wanted.
Realizing he had an opportunity here, Peter went to the Daily Bugle on his sixteenth birthday. Armed with photos of Spider-Man, Peter hoped for the best. And, maybe some of the goodwill he had built up as Spider-Man was helping him because Mr. J was very excited about the shots Peter had. Peter got $50 per photo!
This was going to be great! It was so easy for Peter to get the photos and if each one brought in that much, he could start contributing to the monthly budget. Now, Peter just needed to get a feel for what the right cadence would be to deliver the photos.