ON HOLD
#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧
"Witnesses have made statements of seeing you with the wanted vigilante Spider-Man, so what we would like to know is whether or not these allegations are true."
"Half the city of New York has been seen with Spid...
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"Masked Vigilante Back!" Was plastered straight across The Daily Bugle's front page, with a picture of him leaving the diner last night. In the background you can see Nancy, behind the counter with a small smile watching him. And sitting on the stool near her, me with a clear gauze taped to my forehead as he's swinging off. The look on my face is surreal, like I'm in some sort of dream-like state of mind.
I huffed out an annoyed breath of air, skimming through the article to see what horrible things they had to say about Spider-Man this time.
"After several long and much missed months without the masked criminal, our photographer, Amber Grant captured this photo outside one of New York's most beloved diners. Spider-Man seems to be leaving the scene after a certain attack behind the building, where a young waitress was attacked by three men dressed in all black. But was this a misunderstanding? A police call was made from a phone of one of the suspects by the web-slinger, reporting an accident occurred in the alleyway behind the diner, but when police arrived, the men were tied up by webs and the diner was closed. Is Spider-Man to blame for the attack? Reports have also mentioned that they spotted New York's most wanted criminal with a certain auburn-haired waitress from the diner that night, one even saying that this is the third time she's seen this young waitress hand-in-hand with the masked vigilante. Is she a part of his schemes or-"
This cannot be happening. I can't read anymore. It's only been twelve hours since the attack, and somehow the Bugle is already tying me with Spider-Man just as he gets back from his leave. Off of a picture. I'd like to know who told the Bugle that I've been spotted with him three times, because that's utterly ridiculous. The only thing I can thank them for is not knowing my name, because then I'd be royally screwed.
It's raining today. It's cold and rainy, and I was able to get the day off after my injury. So, most would think this should be a stress-free day. But no. The paper was delivered to my apartment, rendering it completely stressful!
I need to get in touch with Spider-Man and get him to "accidentally" be in another picture with some other female, because I cannot have my life ruined today. Not even a few seconds later, my phone began ringing. Nancy.
"Hello?" I sighed as I answered, evidently stressed out.
"Did you see the paper, dear?" Of course I did, Nancy. I'm all over it.
"Yes, unfortunately." I rubbed my hand over my eye and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to think of something to get Spider-Man to come out.
"You need to get in contact with him." She stated, as if I haven't already thought of that.
"Yea, I know. I've been trying to think of how."
"I know how," she said, sitting me straight up in my seat. "You just need to pretend to be in trouble. He'll hear you and come save you."
I wanted to argue with her about how that was a horrible idea, but honestly, it's the best thing I've heard come out of her mouth. "You're a genius Nancy," I breathed, springing out of my bed and quickly changing into something more presentable. Leggings, a tank top, a jean jacket, and some sneakers.
