Jennifer Walters: Mother of a Spider
"YOU CALL THESE PHOTOS!?" Jameson hollers at the junior photographer while slamming a stack of pictures on his desk. "Are you trying to take advantage of me, Parker?"
"N-no, sir, Mr. Jameson." Peter has his hands up in defense. "These were honestly my best shots. I had to hang on a flagpole for two of them."
The head of the Daily Bugle opened his mouth to say something when his intercom buzzed. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" he answers.
"P-Peter Parker's legal guardian is here to pick him up for dinner."
"Their cheap meal can wait. We're busy! Now, where were…" Jameson stops midsentence to see the highschooler facepalming. "What's wrong with you?"
Rather than answering his boss, Peter just mumbles, "I told her I'll meet her there."
.oOo.
Betty Brant's hand leaves the intercom and turns to the seven-foot, green woman wearing a purple business suit sitting across from her desk.
"He'll be out in a moment," the average height woman says. "Mr. Jameson is just wrapping up a meeting."
Jen smirks as she can hear the shouting from the other side of the wall. "I can see that. I don't mind waiting."
The two sit in awkward silence. Well, awkward for the secretary. The Jade Giantess is well aware of the stares she's receiving from the workers in the office. The attorney is used to it. She even basks in it. Though, her charge would often wish she doesn't entertain it very often.
"Would you like a drink? Water, coffee, tea?" Betty offers.
"I'm fine, Betty." when she said that Jennifer received a shocked look.
"She-Hulk knows my name?"
"Jen is fine and yeah, I know you. Peter speaks highly of you. Of everyone in this building."
Betty eyes the door to her boss' office. "What about…"
The heroine chuckles. "Yes. Especially Big Mouth Jameson," she then leans in. "Don't tell anyone I said this, but that's what us Avengers call him."
The secretary tried and failed to suppress a laugh at that statement. "Jen," Betty got a bit giddy having to be on a first name basis of an Avenger. "I hope this isn't too much to ask but how did you become Peter's guardian?"
Jen is saddened by the question. "May was a close friend of ours," she smiles briefly at a memory. "We had even invited her to the Tower a few times and she always insisted on cooking us a meal. Everything that woman made was better than anything my own mother made. Tell anyone I said that I'll deny it." the lawyer takes out a picture from her purse that shows May Parker with the members of the Team at the time. "After her passing, we realized that Peter had no one else to turn to. After it was mentioned at a meeting I just volunteered. I didn't mean to do it, it just happened."
Betty watched the heroine as she continues to look at that picture. "That was a brave of you."
As Jen puts the picture away she lets out a laugh, leans back, and boasts, "I'm an Avenger. I have to be brave."
"Taking care of a kid is a different kind of brave. It's not the same as facing Doom or taking on A.I.M. That takes a different kind of courage. Especially under the circumstances."
At that moment, Jameson's office door opens as Peter walks out with his boss behind him.
"Three hundred dollars is outrageous!" Jameson shouts. "Done," he passes the boy a check before turning around. "Next time, make sure your pictures are half…" the man stops once he notices the towering woman standing above him. "...decent."
"Nice to formally meet you, Mr. Jameson," Jen reaches out hand and the head of the newspaper shakingly accepts it. "Peter speaks highly of you."
"He, he does?" Jameson can feel a bead of sweat running down his head as well as a small amount of pressure around his hand which is incased in the giant woman's own hand.
"Indeed," she gives him a sweet smile. "But I don't understand why. From the shouting I heard, that could be considered power harassment. I'm surprised no one has thrown a lawsuit at you yet." she lets go of the older man's hand as she lets the threat linger for a while.
Peter breaks the silence. "Jen! Why don't we head out now?" he tugs on his guardian's arm in an attempt to drag her away. Even with Spidey strength, it's an impossible task.
"Very well, Peter," She-Hulk ruffles the boy's hair. "Better get going. He gets cranky if he doesn't get his juice box."
"Jen!" the photographer whines as the two walk out of the office. Leaving a still stunned J. Jonah Jameson.
NOTE: This was just a little idea I woke up to one morning and thought it was interesting enough to write. This'll be one of my shorter stories with only a few parts to it.