(AG)Spiderman x Reader | Whole Again

Chapter 1: Fired...again.

"Wait no, Regina please!" You begged, your hands held up against each other. Your boss continued walking up to you, forcing you to move back and out of the shop. "I don't wanna see your face around her again! Got it?" She yelled, and before you could say anything, she slammed the back door of the restaurant in your face.

You let out a heavy sigh and let your head fall down in despondency. On your long walk home, you realised, maybe you just weren't a people person. What jobs could you do that didn't require you to work with people? You could work in a morgue. Nah you would definitely fuck that up somehow.

Telemarketer? Well, you'd still technically be talking to people. Do telemarketers even still exist? As soon as you got home you went straight to your laptop and began googling for jobs with the least amount of human interaction possible. The first one you saw was 'Truck Driver'. Definitely not a good idea considering you can barely drive normal cars. You also saw 'Research Scientist' which actually sounded cool, but you never got a degree in anything, nor were you any more clever than everyone else was.

Another job title, 'Photographer' caught your eye. "$48,702 per year? Not bad, not bad." You began searching for places hiring photographers. A place called 'The Daily Bugle' hooked your attention. "Hm. That name is definitely something," you smirked to yourself, wondering who came up with it. You scrolled through their website and found out they were looking for people to hire. After finding their address, you decided to go there tomorrow and check out some job openings there.

Right now however was the time for shut eye. You shut your laptop and then jumped into bed, warming yourself up with your blanket while floating off into a calm, unwary slumber.

~The Next Day~
You trudged through the streets of New York, on your way to The Daily Bugle. You had the whole interview thing down pat, considering you've had 9 jobs in the past. Granted you got fired from them all but then again you had to get hired in the first place to be fired, and the hiring part was all that mattered now.

You approached a massively tall building with a huge sign hanging at the very top.; The Daily Bugle. The more you processed the height of it, the more it seemed to grow. You walked up to the entrance and opened the large door. Once you entered, you saw a woman sitting at a desk reading a magazine. Not knowing where else to go, you walked up to her. When you got there, she hadn't noticed you yet, so awkwardly, you cleared your throat in an attempt to get her attention.

She slowly looked up from what she was reading before closing the magazine and laying it flat on the surface. "Welcome to The Daily Bugle, how can I help?" she said flatly. "Uh, hi. I'm here for a job interview? I heard that you're looking for photographers," you explained, trying your best to seem likeable and approachable which definitely wasn't your forte.

"Uh huh. Right this way," she replied, monotone. The woman got up from her seat and lead you to the elevator. She pressed the button for the forty sixth floor, the very last floor of the building. It took a quite a while, giving way to an awkward silence. Eventually there was a loud enough ding that resounded in the small box. The elevator doors opened and the two of you walked out onto the forty sixth floor, where it seemed much busier then it did downstairs.

She walked you to a room that was at the very end of the floor. After knocking on the door, she walked in, informing the boss that you were there for a job interview. She then swiftly left, prompting you to enter the office.

"So, Sally tells me you wanna get a job here," he says lighting a cigarette. "Yeah I-...is that allowed?" you asked pointing at the cancer stick between his teeth. "What do you care?" he replied shrugging. "...Okay? Anyways, yes. I saw on your website that you're looking for photographers. I have a few pictures from some gigs I used to do. Mainly weddings and stuff."

The man took your pictures and inspected them. "Hm. Decent. You use your own camera?" You nodded and while saying, "Yes sir." He continued looking through them. "Alright, you're hired," he concluded placing all the picture back on the desk. "Wh- just like that?? You aren't gonna ask me questions or look at my background or something?" you asked confused.

"...What do you want me to?" he asked you back. You opened your mouth to answer but realise you didn't have one. "Well, I mean I don't know. I don't have the most admirable history and, everyone knows the questions part of interviews are nerve-racking and a waste of time-" before you could continue your rambling, the boss abruptly stopped you.

"Look do you want the job or not?" he interrupted. "Uh, well yes, definitely," you replied. "Good. Then you start tomorrow. Welcome to The Daily Bugle newbie. Call me either boss or Mr. Jameson."

You let out a sigh of relief mixed with a bit of excitement. "Thank you so much sir! You won't regret it!" You replied smiling before leaving. Mr. Jameson furrowed his eyebrows wondering if that was foreshadowing. He looked past it and went back to his work. You left the building thanking the secretary on your way out.

To celebrate, you ordered a pizza when you got home. An extra large just for yourself which you usually never got because it was more expensive than the others, but you decided you earned it. You really didn't, but you needed an excuse to eat a lot of pizza in one go. You watched some of your favourite TV while inhaling your food just before going to bed.