EVERY MORNING, J. JONAH JAMESON would wake up and expect the space beside him to be occupied. For the most of fifteen years, that's how it was with him. Waking up...with his wife Joan still in her slumber.
But that entire routine ended almost twenty years ago. During his early life as a reporter, his wife was gunned down by a masked hitman after deciding not to drop his investigation on a case. He was supposed to be the one shot...but that fate unfortunately befell his one true love.
So in his lonely abode, Jonah got ready for work. He made himself coffee and stared out his window with the steaming mug in hand. Beside the window was a hanging picture frame of himself and his wife on their wedding day. As always was the case when he looked at it, he shut his eyes and let out a sigh.
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Now at his office at the Daily Bugle, he sat at his desk and was silent. It was rare for him to have a moment like that to himself, especially with how hectic the Bugle was during that hour. But he had some time to himself even if it was for a brief moment.
On his desk was another photo of Joan. He reached over and picked it up, staring at the picture and running his fingers along the side.
That fateful day always replayed in his head. Every dream...every waking nightmare...was of that moment when he lost her. He wished that he was the one who got killed instead and not Joan.
But at times...he ultimately regrets not dropping the case he was on. Maybe then they would've still been together...raising their son, John. She would've been proud to see the man he had become.
Her death was the reason Jonah despised those who wore masks. Masked individuals like Spider-Man.
What did he have to hide? Was he masking his ill intentions...just like the man who gunned down his wife? He assumed so. Why would some vigilante do all this merry work and not want to show his face?
Jonah was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts as his door opened. He immediately put down the picture frame as his editor-in-chief, Robbie. He composed himself, also changing his befallen expression to his usual surly-looking one.
"What is it?"
Robbie walked in with a tablet in hand. "Oh, Y/N sent in his photos for today. Take a look."
"L/N couldn't bring them to me himself?" He asked.
"He called and told me he had an errand to run. But I got 'em here."
Robbie gave the tablet to Jonah and he swiped through the pictures. It was six of them...all including Spider-Man. They varied from the vigilante stopping a jewelry store heist, dealing with car thieves, stopping a drug deal, and handling the appearance of a new adversary who could turn himself into sand.
"The deal with the man of sand happened just yesterday, so let's run that one for today." Jonah handed the tablet back to Robbie.
