The Daily Globe was one of New York's best newspaper publishers. Peter Parker figured that he could work here. With the picture of the incident that took place at the bank earlier that day, Peter believed that he had a chance to get a regular job. Thus, he found himself in front of the secretary's desk at the Daily Globe headquarters.
"Who are you?" the secretary asked.
"My name is Peter Parker."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"You may have to schedule one right now. I would like to work here."
"Yeah? What makes you think that you have a shot here?"
Peter pulled out the photo of Mysterio and Electro and revealed it to the receptionist.
"I have a shot," Peter replied.
"Wow. That happened today, right?"
"Sure did."
"Let me talk to my boss, the editor, so that you can meet him immediately."
Minutes later, Peter found himself in the office of the editor. He was a balding, chubby man with glasses and a cigarette dangling out of his mouth.
"Barney Bushkin. You must be the Peter Parker fellow I heard about from my secretary."
"That's right."
"Let me see your pictures."
"It's only one picture, actually."
Peter handed the photo to Barney. He gazed at it for what must have been ten seconds but felt like an hour.
"It's not just a picture. This is the picture. It's the picture that can put the Daily Globe back on the map. How much do you want for it?"
"I was actually wondering if I could work here."
"Really? What kind of experience do you have?"
"I used to work for The Daily Bugle."
"Ah, yes. That newspaper run by that hack J. Jonah Jameson. It's the newspapers with the Spider-Man photos that outsell our papers."
"I was the one who took all the pictures of Spider-Man."
"Really? Of course! I wondered why your name sounded so familiar. Why did Jameson fire you?"
"Creative differences. He sees Spider-Man as a menace, but I see him as a hero."
"He is a hero. However, one would wonder why he wasn't there to stop... Damn it! Who are these people in this photo of yours?"
"I have reason to believe that the man with the helmet is Quentin Beck. My girlfriend was acting on the set of one of his movies one day and he wore a suit just like that. The movie was canceled, so I'm guessing that that made him angry."
"Why was it canceled?"
"That other guy in the photo, Max Dillon, was working with electrical equipment on the set of the film and got struck by lightning. I'm guessing that's how he got his powers."
"Are you making this up? Because it sounds like something you got out of a comic book."
"I swear, it's true. I saw it happen with my own eyes."
"Tell you what. You get great pictures, and you seem like a smart kid. We will give you a job here and you will get paid in advanced. Just give all of your information to my secretary. You can start coming here tomorrow morning. Just keep taking great pictures."
"Thank you, Mr. Bushkin."
"Please, call me Barney."
Afterwards, Peter went over to Aunt May's house to tell her the news. He knocked on the door, and she answered.
"Peter. What has happened?"
"I've got a new job at The Daily Globe."
"What happened to your job with the Bugle?"
"I should have told you Aunt May. That's why I had to come all the way here to tell you in person. Jameson fired me after his son went into a coma."
"Why?"
"I think he blames me. He knows that I'm Spider-Man, and he never forgave me for stealing Mary Jane."
"You didn't steal her, Peter. You two loved each other before she met John. Bad timing does exist. As for Mr. Jameson, I can understand why he would be worried about his son. In fact, I love to think of you as a son. And you are a darn good one, Peter. I am sure that he will learn that he will only hurt more if he holds a grudge."
"I hope not. He and I may not see eye-to-eye, but I hated that feeling."
"Only God can help him in his time of need. I pray for everyone who needs prayers. I will be sure to pray for Mr. Jameson, no matter what he thinks of you."
"You always know best, Aunt May."
"Your uncle thought so too. He would be so proud of you."