The Bite of the Spider: Spider-Man

Chapter 8

(Y/n) was starting to get the hang of her new intern job at the Daily Bugle. She didn't do much, really just taking notes, getting coffees, and helping out all the reporters when they called for her. She felt like she was the only intern there sometimes, and she probably was. But, she was happy to get this opportunity to work for such a big newspaper, so that she could use this to help get a job as a reporter.

She had met J. Jonah Jameson a few times during her time at the building, but now she was getting called in more and more for jobs that he was finally trusting her to handle, and she was so grateful for it. To say she worked for the J. Jonah Jameson  was something she took pride in, no matter either of their views on Spider-Man.

Running through the halls with her notepad, she heard Jameson call her name and ran as quickly as she possibly could. Out of breath by the time she reached his office, she opened the door and walked inside, seeing someone sitting in Jameson's chair opposite his desk, and looked on in confusion.

"There you are. I called your name twice!" he said, holding his cigar in his hand.

"Sorry, Mr. Jameson. I was getting back from another errand-"

"I don't want excuses. I want now!" he said, cutting her off. He held a folder in his hand and held it out to her, which she took. "Get these photos to printing. I want to see these in the paper that exclaims Spider-Man's downfall!"

"Maybe he's just trying to do some good for the city." (Y/n) said, taking the photos from his hand.

"That's preposterous. If he wanted to be a hero, he should take off that mask! Show the world who he really is." Jameson scoffed, taking a drag of his cigar.

"He probably doesn't want his enemies knowing who he is so they can get to his loved ones." the person in the seat across from Jameson said, and (Y/n)'s eyes widened.

"Parker?" she said, looking down at him. She could obviously see that he was trying to hide the fact that he was here from her, but couldn't keep his mouth shut from defending Spider-Man.

"Uh, hi, (L/n)." he said, waving at her sheepishly.

She let out a groan, and Jameson looked at the both of them in confusion. "You two know each other?" he asked, but when they were about to speak, he cut them off again. "Forget it. Doesn't matter." He looked over to (Y/n) and said, "Why are you still here? Get those photos to printing! You, get out. I'll give you a hundred for the photos." Jameson looked to Peter, who looked behind him as (Y/n) ran out of the office.

"Thank you, Mr. Jameson." Peter said with a nod of his head as Jameson wrote something down and handed it to him.

"Give that to the woman outside my office. She'll see you get paid." Jameson said, and waved him off as another man walked in.

(Y/n) ran to printing and gave them the photos before running back near Jameson's office, seeing Peter standing by the receptionist's desk. The receptionist, Betty Brant, was writing something down for him, so while he was waiting, (Y/n) walked up to his side and looked up at him.

"Parker." she greeted, a light frown on her face. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, photos for Jameson. I saw on the paper they needed a photographer." Peter said, looking down at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Internship." she said, holding up her notepad, and he nodded. "I want to be a reporter, and I thought this was the best place to start."

"Yeah, yeah. It's great." Peter nodded his head. "Except their continuous work on the Spider-Man."

"I know. I don't agree with Jameson, but he's one of the best editors out there, so, this was the best I could get." she said with a shrug.

Peter was handed his money with a thank you and turned to (Y/n), pocketing the money. "Well, always less than a pleasure seeing you, but you weren't too bad today."