Peter had managed to scavenge through the cupboards to find a small bag Doritos and a pouch of skittles. He leaps over the back of the sofa and lands with arms splayed out as Michelle walks out from the bathroom. She notices the opportunity and hastily dashes on to the sofa and into Peter's arms. Their limbs comply as they just hold each other for minutes. The rest of Peter's adrenaline rush fades off as Michelle clings on tighter to Peter.

"Hey, Peter?"

"Yeah."

"You know the Daily Bugle?"

"The only place that prints news papers anymore?"

"Yeah. So I saw an advertisement on their website and basically if you can get some good pictures of Spiderman they'll give you money. So-"

"So you want to do a Spiderman photoshoot?"

"All you got to do is swing down a street and I'll take a photo."

"I don't know Michelle..."

"It'll be fine Peter. I'll be fine. It's just one time, it won't put me in danger. Although I can handle myself.

"I'll call you when I'm outside."

"We're doing it now?"

"Why not? It's midday. Good lighting or whatever."

"Oh, yeah... I won't keep all the money to myself. We can get something later maybe..."

Michelle flashes Peter a cheeky smile as they get up from the couch.
A few minutes later, down on the street, Michelle feels her phone vibrate in her pocket.

"Hey, you there?"

"Yeah. So what's the plan loser?"

"You see the flag on the building a couple blocks away?"

"Um... yeah."

"I'll swing down there. You ready?"

"Give me a second... Right. Swing spider."

At first Peter is merely a spec in the distance, but his scale increases as he zips down the street. He intentionally exaggerates each swing and gets low when approaching Michelle.

*snap*   *snap*   *snap*

"You get the shot?"

"I think so. Thanks Peter."

"I'll go get changed quick."

-----------------------------------------

"JJJ will see you now." the assistant informs Michelle and Peter.

Peter hesitantly follows Michelle into the office. He knew that the man sat at the desk. Well he didn't know J. Jonah Jamison but he knows his reputation and his unrelenting desire to attack members off the superhero community. His newest target just so happened to be Spiderman. If only the city knew that he was basically bullying a fifteen year old kid who's just trying to do what's right.

"Well you both look to young to be looking for a job so what the hell are you doing in my office?"

"I have pictures- of Spiderman."

"Oh for fu-falcon's sake! I told them that we aren't doing that. I've already had over 20 folks come in with blurred and low quality crap. You're wasting mine and your time so I wo-"

Michelle places the pictures on JJJ's desk. He just stares with a grin that could stretch across Queens.

"How the hell- Assistant person! Get this gir- woman some cash! You can leave now, both of you, but feel free to come back with more if the paycheck satisfies you..."

The assistant gestures for the pair to follow, but they are stopped momentarily.

"I didn't get your name."

"Michelle Jones."

"Who's the lad."

"Oh, that's just my friend Peter."

The two continue their exit, following the assistant.

"That's just my friend" Peter whispers to Michelle, who just chuckles in return.