Reversal Roles CH 10:
"Crappy day, crappy day." Mary Jane muttered to herself as she stomped up the stairs to her apartment. She unlocked the front door and shut it behind herself tossing her coat onto a chair near her. She glanced over and saw Norman talking speaking quietly on his cell phone, probably involving business. She looked over to where Gwen sat with her books open on the table looking a bit frustrated. Her cropped blonde hair swished about her chin as she glanced up and pointed to her uncle.
"Storming Norman is making his weekly inspection. On the phone with business, surprise, surprise." She said sarcastically. Mary Jane ran a shaky hand through her hand as she leaned her hip against one of the chairs at the table not able to look at Gwen in the face. "I'm glad you're here, I'm pretty lost with this and was wondering if—hey, what's wrong. You look as if you won second place in the science fair."
"Oh yeah, go ahead and sling those comments about my hobbies or what I seem to enjoy just because you find it so geeky!" Mary Jane snapped. She pulled her anger from finding out about Gwen moving in on Peter into something that had nothing to do with it. Gwen's blue eyes widened confused and she slid back in her seat surprised.
"Is everything ok, MJ?"
Mary Jane frowned and hung her head for a moment smoothing a hand through the tendrils of her out of place hair. She looked back up feeling slight humiliation as she told Gwen about losing her job working for Doctor Connors.
"You were late again, Mary Jane?" Gwen shook her blonde head and sat up straight in her seat looking suspicious. "Just where is it that you go?" M.J. smiled innocently and shrugged.
"Around. No where in particular." Gwen shook her head at Mary Jane's vague response and pointed her pencil at her.
"Brat, you never share your secrets and you never share gossip." She arched a brow and then gave a smirk to the last part of her statement. They heard the cell phone click as Norman closed it and put it away into his pocket.
"Mary Jane Watson. Perhaps you can tell me who he is?" Norman said walking to where the two girls chatted.
"Pardon? 'Who he is'?" She asked looking confused as she turned around looking at Norman Osborn awkwardly.
"This mystery guy that my little Gwenny has been dating lately." Norman said raising his eyebrows up and down deviously as he looked at Gwen for a moment. She had her hands raised in front of her and began to do the "cut- throat" action with one hand glaring at her uncle. Mary Jane frowned and felt her face turn red from the heat of her flush. That was the last thing she wanted her face rubbed in. Gwen Stacy was dated Peter Parker, the being of Mary Jane Watson's affections for most of her life. She clenched her fists slightly out of sight and almost felt a full heated glare in Gwen's direction give way but she held back her anger. Another one bites the dust. She thought bitterly.
"Actually...I wouldn't know. Gwen hasn't mentioned him." She said sternly. Her looks going directly to Gwen as if trying to tell her 'I know your secrets, you sneaky tramp.' Gwen swallowed, reaching a hand to place a cool hand against her own face and her eyes searched around the room desperately as if trying to find something to take the blame.
"Hey, M.J., you'll be looking for work. Uncle Norman, why don't you help Mary Jane out or something if you can." She said. A smile appeared on her face feeling triumphant about finding something worth changing the subject over. Mary Jane glanced over from Gwen to Norman and began shaking her head moving towards the kitchen. Something wasn't sitting right with Mary Jane.
"Oh, no. The gesture is appreciated but I'll be fine." She started, turning her back to the two as she began searching for a glass for water.
"I'll be no problem at all, I can make some calls." Norman began feeling that getting someone like Mary Jane Watson, practically a genius, a job, and then perhaps he could get her brilliance for his company and have it work to his advantage.
"No, no. Thank you, Mr. Osborn. I'll be fine really. I like to earn what I can get, I'll find work." She said and turned around to face Norman. Norman looked back at her with no readable expression on his face. Gwen felt the room thicken with tension as nothing as said. Finally Norman gave a smile.
"I respect that. You want to make it on your own steam. That is very admirable." He reached forward and shook Mary Jane's hand at that and then turned his wrath on his niece sitting in her chair. "That's admirable, one looking for work instead of sitting on his butt avoiding work." His expression grew stern as he stared down at Gwen. In return Gwen looked up and batted her eyes innocently.
"Hey, I've got a lot of classes I've enrolled in. Difficult classes, mind you. I'm trying to keep my grades up. I think that a job would add more stress on this and I wouldn't really have time to study. Besides, it's not like it's a big problem and it can't be afforded, at least I'm doing something." She argued. Norman snorted turning his back away for a moment and Gwen raised her pencil in her hand as if it were a knife and made a mock psychotic expression on her face and muted stabbing sounds coming from her mouth as she moved the pencil in a stabbing motion.
"Should I be sorry that I want my niece to excel out in the real world? Mankind always has to deal with more than one thing at a time and you shouldn't be an exception to that. If you don't learn to cope with that, well...it'll just lead to madness." He said softly. Mary Jane could have sworn she saw a slight smirk of humor appear on his face but it was quickly discarded as he turned again.
'Hmm...should I really be holding such a grudge against her since she does have a lot to deal with as well as an uncle who is like a father placing such pressure on her? Doesn't she deserve some distraction, happiness even if it's with Peter? Should I really hold this against him?' She wondered to herself as she saw them argue. 'Hell with it, I'm gonna.' She smiled deviously as she came to the conclusion that Peter was what she wanted all along. Popping her neck she glanced down onto the counter and began looking at the front page of the Daily Bugle. Her eyes were caught on an ad typed out in big bold letters: "WANTED: REWARD FOR PHOTOS OF SPIDER- WOMAN". 'Right up my alley.' Mary Jane thought gleefully.
"Do you have any other skills, Miss Watson?" Norman asked turning to face her once more.
Without taking her eyes off the paper Mary Jane settled her fingertips on the ad for Spider-woman and smiled. "I was thinking something along the lines of photography." She said in a devious voice.
It felt like that night was more quiet than usual, and that would clarify that trouble would be happening around and that the bad guys would pick a better time to strike instead of living up to the cliché's but in Manhattan bad guys seemed to swarm like locusts in the streets. This night was no exception as always. It may have been late but it didn't keep bank robbers from robbing an armored car not too far from the bank at all. Two cops sat on their knees, their arms tied painfully tight behind their backs and they watched, gagged, as the robbers began to empty out the truck of it's precious cargo. A couple chuckled in how easy it was while one watched warily for signs of any more cops or worse, Spider-woman.
A camera was strategically webbed in the corner of a light post and it sat ready with the flash about to go off but the person who placed this camera so strategically was nowhere in sight.
"Yoohoo, are you busy guys?" A feminine voice called out into the night. The robbers seized in place with fear running through them as they all began to look around, readying their guns. Suddenly one of the ski masked men's guns vanished into the night with a sound of a "twhip" as webbing shot out from the sky and yanked the gun away. In that same moment a figure in red and blue shot down from above and caught the men in frenzy, jumping kicking the now unarmed man. She webbed the man to the street and prepared herself for an attack that was coming behind. She flattened herself to the street and drove her legs back into the man behind her, hearing him grunt from the air being exerted from his chest and he hunched over holding his gut. She shoved her body upwards and kicked him in the face knocking him over. She grabbed another robber from on her side and tossed him to the side webbing him to one of the buildings nearest her. She glanced up at the camera and smiled from under the mask, holding onto another thug. "Say cheese, thug-man." She said as the flash went off and the pictures were taken. Caching! 'Time to cash in!'
Mary Jane walked alongside Robbie Robertson towards Mr. Jameson's office. Robbie was very impressed by the portfolio that Mary Jane had put together of Spider-woman. He insisted immediately that they go to Mr. Jameson's office but Robbie had made sure that he prepped Mary Jane for Jonah's cold, rough exterior that she would be thrust against as soon as she'd enter the office. She felt a bit nervous and scared as she saw the door "Chief" loom closer but before she walked in she almost stumbled into a large man, appearing six feet possibly seven or eight inches. The man glared down at her in a scowl, staring through dirty blonde bangs. A camera was slung around his neck and he glared further at her as he noticed she was caring a portfolio of Spider-woman pictures in her hands.
"Until you can get better pictures don't bother coming back in, Brock! A gruff voice spoke from the office. Brock glanced back with a scowl and then pushed his way past Mary Jane and stormed out. Mary Jane and Robbie walked into the office and Jameson bellowed at the two of them with his cigar at the corner of his mouth. "What do you want, get out!" He was immediately serviced with a photo of Spider-woman right in his bitter face. He snorted and snatched it from Robbie's hand. Mary Jane sat down in one of the gray leather chairs beside Robbie and handed her portfolio to Jameson and watched as he shuffled through the pictures. "Crap, crap, crap, megacrap." He said lowly as he furrowed his brows. Mary Jane felt her mouth gape open upset by his words and felt herself sit forward.
"Now just wait a minute." She began and Robbie gently placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a wink.
"These are horrible, what were you thinking?" He said raising his voice a bit again. "I'll give you two hundred for them." Jameson said closing the folder.
"That's a little low, sir." Mary Jane said furrowing her brows. She didn't want to be cheated, not again. Hell, she wouldn't stand for it this time; even if she were to hang Jameson out his window. Well...she wouldn't do that this time.
"Then take them somewhere else." He said raising his voice even louder and tossed the portfolio at her. Mary Jane huffed feeling upset. This wasn't going to go well. She stood up and grabbed her portfolio feeling upset. She began to walk away when Jameson bellowed at her again. "Sit down!" Immediately Mary Jane sat down on the edge of her seat, feeling like she was in grade school. "Give me the portfolio." She handed it over as soon as he finished his sentence. He opened it up and went through the pictures again. "I'll give you five hundred. That is standard freelance fee, take it or take a hike." He said sternly as he looked at her with serious intent. She nodded finally feeling relieved. Robbie smiled and patted her on the shoulder whispering 'good job' to her. Jameson turned to Robbie and handed him the portfolio with a specific photo on top. "Tear up page one, run this instead." 'Squee!' Mary Jane jumped for joy inside. Page one, her, she made page one. "Headline will say: Spider-woman, Hero or Menace? Exclusive Daily Bugle photos!"
"Huh? He was protecting the cops from the thugs in the armored car. He was saving them not robbing it." Mary Jane stood up to defend herself er Spider-woman.
"Tell you what, Brainey. You take the pictures and I'll make up the headlines. That okay with you?" He asked sarcastically, craning his neck to the side almost ready to chase the photographer out of his office. Mary Jane sighed for a moment and began to wonder if this was a mistake. Giving Jameson photos so he could slander Spider-woman as long as he wanted.
"Y-yes sir." She gathered up as much courage she could to do the impossible. "I'd like a job sir." She said as confidently as she could, not wanting to be taken as a joke.
"No jobs!" He exclaimed as he stood to his feet. "Freelance, best thing for a kid your age. Bring me more shots of that pajama-wearing arachnid and I might just take them off your hands. But no jobs. Meat..." He said as if becoming lost within his own rambles leading the girl out his door. "I'll send you some nice Christmas meat. Everybody likes that. Goodbye." He said as he shut the door in the young woman's face before she began talking again.
Mary Jane blinked at the door that was now closed in her face. "Erm...ok." She muttered to herself and walked over to the secretary's desk. She smiled up at her and Mary Jane handed the orders for M.J.'s check to be written out to her. The secretary, Betty Brant smiled up at her with a friendly disposition.
"Welcome to the Daily Bugle."
Mary Jane smiled her cheesy smile that she held in high school. "Hi, I'm Mary Jane Watson." She said. Betty blinked for a moment and smiled amused. "I'm a photographer." M.J. said almost ready to strike a pose with her trusty camera. Betty chuckled and pointed to the camera at Mary Jane's side.
"I see that, Miss Photographer."
"Good day, yes it's a good day. Very good day." Mary Jane smiled as she said it in a whisper to herself as she began to walk home to her apartment. She was almost ready to start twirling like some sort of dancing fool. She managed to extend her arms and was about to spin when she clobbered a passer by walking beside her and heard them grunt as she knocked right into them. "Eep! I'm sorry about that." She turned around to apologize to the person and ended up nose-to-nose with Peter Parker. He smiled weakly rubbing his arm slightly.
"Quite a punch you pack there, Watson." He said. Mary Jane found herself blushing and began to apologize profusely. "Naw, forget about it. You look very happy today, Red, what's the occasion?"
"Oh, hehe, I got myself a job." She said not able to hide the smile that was devouring her features. Peter smiled in response to the news and gave her a friendly hug.
"That's great! Where at?"
"I'm a photographer for the Daily Bugle. Well technically I'm a freelance photographer for the Duly Bugle but I figure that my ass is owned by Jameson now." She laughed. Peter grinned amused.
"Well I'm glad to hear it for you. You seemed bummed yesterday but this is great news. Hey, you know what? We should go out and celebrate. We could have a light meal, just the two of us."
Mary Jane was speechless, Peter Parker was offering to take her out to celebrate and he was extending his arm to her now. His blue eyes sparkled as he watched her waiting for a response. "Y-yes, I'd love to. I mean..that would be great." She said with a smile. She took Peter's arm and he led the two of them across the street quickly.
"Oh by the way. The funniest thing happened, when I went in to work today Enrique was kind of...stuck to the ceiling! It was this thick..white webbing stuff. He said it was so dark he didn't know what was going on and somehow he felt himself get yanked off the ground and pressed up against the ceiling and he was stuck there all night yelling for help but no one heard him or helped him. It was really funny but I'm wondering how the hell that happened." Peter laughed. Mary Jane merely shrugged innocently and held the "it was me", comments to herself. Ahh, yes the day was turning out rather nicely.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm glad I'm getting somewhere now, I will change or add new parts to the fanfic I'm still deciding where and what. Other news, I've spent time working on my page and managed to get a new host so I don't use geocities anymore, for those who remember my old page, it's now freeweb and well I kind of have it up now. Two pages are up now so check it out if you want. Thank you again for the great reviews. (
"Crappy day, crappy day." Mary Jane muttered to herself as she stomped up the stairs to her apartment. She unlocked the front door and shut it behind herself tossing her coat onto a chair near her. She glanced over and saw Norman talking speaking quietly on his cell phone, probably involving business. She looked over to where Gwen sat with her books open on the table looking a bit frustrated. Her cropped blonde hair swished about her chin as she glanced up and pointed to her uncle.
"Storming Norman is making his weekly inspection. On the phone with business, surprise, surprise." She said sarcastically. Mary Jane ran a shaky hand through her hand as she leaned her hip against one of the chairs at the table not able to look at Gwen in the face. "I'm glad you're here, I'm pretty lost with this and was wondering if—hey, what's wrong. You look as if you won second place in the science fair."
"Oh yeah, go ahead and sling those comments about my hobbies or what I seem to enjoy just because you find it so geeky!" Mary Jane snapped. She pulled her anger from finding out about Gwen moving in on Peter into something that had nothing to do with it. Gwen's blue eyes widened confused and she slid back in her seat surprised.
"Is everything ok, MJ?"
Mary Jane frowned and hung her head for a moment smoothing a hand through the tendrils of her out of place hair. She looked back up feeling slight humiliation as she told Gwen about losing her job working for Doctor Connors.
"You were late again, Mary Jane?" Gwen shook her blonde head and sat up straight in her seat looking suspicious. "Just where is it that you go?" M.J. smiled innocently and shrugged.
"Around. No where in particular." Gwen shook her head at Mary Jane's vague response and pointed her pencil at her.
"Brat, you never share your secrets and you never share gossip." She arched a brow and then gave a smirk to the last part of her statement. They heard the cell phone click as Norman closed it and put it away into his pocket.
"Mary Jane Watson. Perhaps you can tell me who he is?" Norman said walking to where the two girls chatted.
"Pardon? 'Who he is'?" She asked looking confused as she turned around looking at Norman Osborn awkwardly.
"This mystery guy that my little Gwenny has been dating lately." Norman said raising his eyebrows up and down deviously as he looked at Gwen for a moment. She had her hands raised in front of her and began to do the "cut- throat" action with one hand glaring at her uncle. Mary Jane frowned and felt her face turn red from the heat of her flush. That was the last thing she wanted her face rubbed in. Gwen Stacy was dated Peter Parker, the being of Mary Jane Watson's affections for most of her life. She clenched her fists slightly out of sight and almost felt a full heated glare in Gwen's direction give way but she held back her anger. Another one bites the dust. She thought bitterly.
"Actually...I wouldn't know. Gwen hasn't mentioned him." She said sternly. Her looks going directly to Gwen as if trying to tell her 'I know your secrets, you sneaky tramp.' Gwen swallowed, reaching a hand to place a cool hand against her own face and her eyes searched around the room desperately as if trying to find something to take the blame.
"Hey, M.J., you'll be looking for work. Uncle Norman, why don't you help Mary Jane out or something if you can." She said. A smile appeared on her face feeling triumphant about finding something worth changing the subject over. Mary Jane glanced over from Gwen to Norman and began shaking her head moving towards the kitchen. Something wasn't sitting right with Mary Jane.
"Oh, no. The gesture is appreciated but I'll be fine." She started, turning her back to the two as she began searching for a glass for water.
"I'll be no problem at all, I can make some calls." Norman began feeling that getting someone like Mary Jane Watson, practically a genius, a job, and then perhaps he could get her brilliance for his company and have it work to his advantage.
"No, no. Thank you, Mr. Osborn. I'll be fine really. I like to earn what I can get, I'll find work." She said and turned around to face Norman. Norman looked back at her with no readable expression on his face. Gwen felt the room thicken with tension as nothing as said. Finally Norman gave a smile.
"I respect that. You want to make it on your own steam. That is very admirable." He reached forward and shook Mary Jane's hand at that and then turned his wrath on his niece sitting in her chair. "That's admirable, one looking for work instead of sitting on his butt avoiding work." His expression grew stern as he stared down at Gwen. In return Gwen looked up and batted her eyes innocently.
"Hey, I've got a lot of classes I've enrolled in. Difficult classes, mind you. I'm trying to keep my grades up. I think that a job would add more stress on this and I wouldn't really have time to study. Besides, it's not like it's a big problem and it can't be afforded, at least I'm doing something." She argued. Norman snorted turning his back away for a moment and Gwen raised her pencil in her hand as if it were a knife and made a mock psychotic expression on her face and muted stabbing sounds coming from her mouth as she moved the pencil in a stabbing motion.
"Should I be sorry that I want my niece to excel out in the real world? Mankind always has to deal with more than one thing at a time and you shouldn't be an exception to that. If you don't learn to cope with that, well...it'll just lead to madness." He said softly. Mary Jane could have sworn she saw a slight smirk of humor appear on his face but it was quickly discarded as he turned again.
'Hmm...should I really be holding such a grudge against her since she does have a lot to deal with as well as an uncle who is like a father placing such pressure on her? Doesn't she deserve some distraction, happiness even if it's with Peter? Should I really hold this against him?' She wondered to herself as she saw them argue. 'Hell with it, I'm gonna.' She smiled deviously as she came to the conclusion that Peter was what she wanted all along. Popping her neck she glanced down onto the counter and began looking at the front page of the Daily Bugle. Her eyes were caught on an ad typed out in big bold letters: "WANTED: REWARD FOR PHOTOS OF SPIDER- WOMAN". 'Right up my alley.' Mary Jane thought gleefully.
"Do you have any other skills, Miss Watson?" Norman asked turning to face her once more.
Without taking her eyes off the paper Mary Jane settled her fingertips on the ad for Spider-woman and smiled. "I was thinking something along the lines of photography." She said in a devious voice.
It felt like that night was more quiet than usual, and that would clarify that trouble would be happening around and that the bad guys would pick a better time to strike instead of living up to the cliché's but in Manhattan bad guys seemed to swarm like locusts in the streets. This night was no exception as always. It may have been late but it didn't keep bank robbers from robbing an armored car not too far from the bank at all. Two cops sat on their knees, their arms tied painfully tight behind their backs and they watched, gagged, as the robbers began to empty out the truck of it's precious cargo. A couple chuckled in how easy it was while one watched warily for signs of any more cops or worse, Spider-woman.
A camera was strategically webbed in the corner of a light post and it sat ready with the flash about to go off but the person who placed this camera so strategically was nowhere in sight.
"Yoohoo, are you busy guys?" A feminine voice called out into the night. The robbers seized in place with fear running through them as they all began to look around, readying their guns. Suddenly one of the ski masked men's guns vanished into the night with a sound of a "twhip" as webbing shot out from the sky and yanked the gun away. In that same moment a figure in red and blue shot down from above and caught the men in frenzy, jumping kicking the now unarmed man. She webbed the man to the street and prepared herself for an attack that was coming behind. She flattened herself to the street and drove her legs back into the man behind her, hearing him grunt from the air being exerted from his chest and he hunched over holding his gut. She shoved her body upwards and kicked him in the face knocking him over. She grabbed another robber from on her side and tossed him to the side webbing him to one of the buildings nearest her. She glanced up at the camera and smiled from under the mask, holding onto another thug. "Say cheese, thug-man." She said as the flash went off and the pictures were taken. Caching! 'Time to cash in!'
Mary Jane walked alongside Robbie Robertson towards Mr. Jameson's office. Robbie was very impressed by the portfolio that Mary Jane had put together of Spider-woman. He insisted immediately that they go to Mr. Jameson's office but Robbie had made sure that he prepped Mary Jane for Jonah's cold, rough exterior that she would be thrust against as soon as she'd enter the office. She felt a bit nervous and scared as she saw the door "Chief" loom closer but before she walked in she almost stumbled into a large man, appearing six feet possibly seven or eight inches. The man glared down at her in a scowl, staring through dirty blonde bangs. A camera was slung around his neck and he glared further at her as he noticed she was caring a portfolio of Spider-woman pictures in her hands.
"Until you can get better pictures don't bother coming back in, Brock! A gruff voice spoke from the office. Brock glanced back with a scowl and then pushed his way past Mary Jane and stormed out. Mary Jane and Robbie walked into the office and Jameson bellowed at the two of them with his cigar at the corner of his mouth. "What do you want, get out!" He was immediately serviced with a photo of Spider-woman right in his bitter face. He snorted and snatched it from Robbie's hand. Mary Jane sat down in one of the gray leather chairs beside Robbie and handed her portfolio to Jameson and watched as he shuffled through the pictures. "Crap, crap, crap, megacrap." He said lowly as he furrowed his brows. Mary Jane felt her mouth gape open upset by his words and felt herself sit forward.
"Now just wait a minute." She began and Robbie gently placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a wink.
"These are horrible, what were you thinking?" He said raising his voice a bit again. "I'll give you two hundred for them." Jameson said closing the folder.
"That's a little low, sir." Mary Jane said furrowing her brows. She didn't want to be cheated, not again. Hell, she wouldn't stand for it this time; even if she were to hang Jameson out his window. Well...she wouldn't do that this time.
"Then take them somewhere else." He said raising his voice even louder and tossed the portfolio at her. Mary Jane huffed feeling upset. This wasn't going to go well. She stood up and grabbed her portfolio feeling upset. She began to walk away when Jameson bellowed at her again. "Sit down!" Immediately Mary Jane sat down on the edge of her seat, feeling like she was in grade school. "Give me the portfolio." She handed it over as soon as he finished his sentence. He opened it up and went through the pictures again. "I'll give you five hundred. That is standard freelance fee, take it or take a hike." He said sternly as he looked at her with serious intent. She nodded finally feeling relieved. Robbie smiled and patted her on the shoulder whispering 'good job' to her. Jameson turned to Robbie and handed him the portfolio with a specific photo on top. "Tear up page one, run this instead." 'Squee!' Mary Jane jumped for joy inside. Page one, her, she made page one. "Headline will say: Spider-woman, Hero or Menace? Exclusive Daily Bugle photos!"
"Huh? He was protecting the cops from the thugs in the armored car. He was saving them not robbing it." Mary Jane stood up to defend herself er Spider-woman.
"Tell you what, Brainey. You take the pictures and I'll make up the headlines. That okay with you?" He asked sarcastically, craning his neck to the side almost ready to chase the photographer out of his office. Mary Jane sighed for a moment and began to wonder if this was a mistake. Giving Jameson photos so he could slander Spider-woman as long as he wanted.
"Y-yes sir." She gathered up as much courage she could to do the impossible. "I'd like a job sir." She said as confidently as she could, not wanting to be taken as a joke.
"No jobs!" He exclaimed as he stood to his feet. "Freelance, best thing for a kid your age. Bring me more shots of that pajama-wearing arachnid and I might just take them off your hands. But no jobs. Meat..." He said as if becoming lost within his own rambles leading the girl out his door. "I'll send you some nice Christmas meat. Everybody likes that. Goodbye." He said as he shut the door in the young woman's face before she began talking again.
Mary Jane blinked at the door that was now closed in her face. "Erm...ok." She muttered to herself and walked over to the secretary's desk. She smiled up at her and Mary Jane handed the orders for M.J.'s check to be written out to her. The secretary, Betty Brant smiled up at her with a friendly disposition.
"Welcome to the Daily Bugle."
Mary Jane smiled her cheesy smile that she held in high school. "Hi, I'm Mary Jane Watson." She said. Betty blinked for a moment and smiled amused. "I'm a photographer." M.J. said almost ready to strike a pose with her trusty camera. Betty chuckled and pointed to the camera at Mary Jane's side.
"I see that, Miss Photographer."
"Good day, yes it's a good day. Very good day." Mary Jane smiled as she said it in a whisper to herself as she began to walk home to her apartment. She was almost ready to start twirling like some sort of dancing fool. She managed to extend her arms and was about to spin when she clobbered a passer by walking beside her and heard them grunt as she knocked right into them. "Eep! I'm sorry about that." She turned around to apologize to the person and ended up nose-to-nose with Peter Parker. He smiled weakly rubbing his arm slightly.
"Quite a punch you pack there, Watson." He said. Mary Jane found herself blushing and began to apologize profusely. "Naw, forget about it. You look very happy today, Red, what's the occasion?"
"Oh, hehe, I got myself a job." She said not able to hide the smile that was devouring her features. Peter smiled in response to the news and gave her a friendly hug.
"That's great! Where at?"
"I'm a photographer for the Daily Bugle. Well technically I'm a freelance photographer for the Duly Bugle but I figure that my ass is owned by Jameson now." She laughed. Peter grinned amused.
"Well I'm glad to hear it for you. You seemed bummed yesterday but this is great news. Hey, you know what? We should go out and celebrate. We could have a light meal, just the two of us."
Mary Jane was speechless, Peter Parker was offering to take her out to celebrate and he was extending his arm to her now. His blue eyes sparkled as he watched her waiting for a response. "Y-yes, I'd love to. I mean..that would be great." She said with a smile. She took Peter's arm and he led the two of them across the street quickly.
"Oh by the way. The funniest thing happened, when I went in to work today Enrique was kind of...stuck to the ceiling! It was this thick..white webbing stuff. He said it was so dark he didn't know what was going on and somehow he felt himself get yanked off the ground and pressed up against the ceiling and he was stuck there all night yelling for help but no one heard him or helped him. It was really funny but I'm wondering how the hell that happened." Peter laughed. Mary Jane merely shrugged innocently and held the "it was me", comments to herself. Ahh, yes the day was turning out rather nicely.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm glad I'm getting somewhere now, I will change or add new parts to the fanfic I'm still deciding where and what. Other news, I've spent time working on my page and managed to get a new host so I don't use geocities anymore, for those who remember my old page, it's now freeweb and well I kind of have it up now. Two pages are up now so check it out if you want. Thank you again for the great reviews. (