#Daily Bugle

[jasperlore]

Peter taking a selfie

[cyanidespideycup]

I think a lot of people conflate superheroes as a whole to specifically Batman when it comes to the importance of a life. It makes sense, supers are meant to be put on pedestals and represent what we should all aspire to be. But it's weird when this gets applied to Spidey.

Just like everything else with Peter, he is a regular guy. Other superheros represent what we should aspire to be, but Spidey represents what we can be. He cares for every life. He hopes to give everybody a second chance. But if someone asks for it, Pete will beat their fucking skull in.

When his cop/detective friend Jean DeWolff was murdered, he hunted the man down and physically fought his way past Daredevil to kill the guy and ended up beating him within an inch of his life. When Kingpin got May shot, Peter broke into his prison, effortlessly beat him to a smear, and then promised that when May died, not if, he'd come back and finish the job- violently. There are just countless instances of him deciding "I'm actually going to kill him now totally" with Norman. Most notably of course is the glider incident, which Peter didn't actually go to with the intent to kill (weirdly enough despite Gobby killing his fiance). However, he took pleasure in beating him senseless and wasn't exactly broken up by the final thud.

Peter's a guy who meets every situation with the intent to help someone. He tries to find every opportunity to help another person, even someone who's trying to kill him, even if it's at his own detriment. He's not a perfect manifestation of morals and purity. He's just some guy. Some guy who cares a whole lot for people. And that makes it all the more special when he does help someone. When he talks a girl off a roof, or inspires a kid to be better than the system set him up for, or befriends his own rogues. It all feels so much more personal. This is just a person, one of us. Someone who fails more often than not, who makes bad jokes and gets angry and feels hate and love and pain all at once and most of all, someone who tries his best no matter what.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Daily Bugle newspaper props - Spider-Man (2002)

[themarvelproject]

Marvel house ad for ROM: Spaceknight #65 featuring the ultimate battle in the Wraith War (1984)

[textsfromsuperheroes]

Texts From Superheroes

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J Jonah rushes into the meeting room…

J Jonah: someone want to explain why the Daily Bugle news intro says the Daily BULGE?!

Petra Parker giggles…

Petra: typo?

J Jonah: sabotage that’s what it is!!

J Jonah walks back into his office and slams the door…

Spideypool pops up…

Spideypool: worth it! Thanks Petra for hiding me! Tootles!!

Spideypool opens a portal and flees…

[marvel-lous-guy]

Daily Bugle top reporter: Where are you going?

Eddie Brock: To interview spiderman

Daily Bugle top reporter: You got an interview with spiderman!? How!?

Eddie Brock: Well, I didn't exactly schedule one but he usually comes around in the end

Daily Bugle top reporter: How!?

Eddie Brock: well, we are on an incredibly high building so I tend to take advantage of that *jumps out window*

Spiderman: *swings down and catches Eddie* Mr Brock sir! You really need to stop doing this! I might not always be here you know!

Eddie: yes, thank you for your concern. Now, what would you say is the best part about being an avenger?

[satoshy12]

(had the idea after a post i saw, but not able to find it) Peter, a civilian, was already very late to his job as an intern in the Daily Bugle, but to his bad luck, a villain attacked the city. So out of mistake because of a sleep disorder, he knockout punched Dr. Doom while running already late to his work; he didn't even notice he did that to Dr. Doom as he was in his job and explained to JJ Jamson why he was late. The thing is, Peter didn't even notice he did that, and the Daily Bugle, like Jamson, didn't say anything; after all, he one punched Dr. Doom, and you kind of have to be crazy to take pictures of Spiderman.

- Peter's bad luck was that he somehow knocked out all his villains that way, as Peter Parker did. People started to think he would become a villain in the future. Harry has no idea what his friend is doing and is going crazy about it. What is he thinking? - Dr. Doom hates Peter the photograph(hear Dr. Doof Perry voice) just as much as Squirrel Girl! - Yes, Doreen had the fun of doing the same as Peter, as she joined him in the Daily Bugle. Jamson was totally okay with that girl joining; she helps Peter stay out of trouble, and both are making nice pictures! - Poor Dr. Otto Gunther Octavius was asked by his wife Rosalie Octavius to make sure that Peter doesn't do valiant work. That somehow saved him from being turned into a villain. Making sure Peter doesn't go villain.

Over time, it became the idea of a Villian Ogin story in New York.

The Cilvilian who did go vile because he did go late to work and lost his job.

The irony was Squirrel Girl's is the non-mutant or only mutant liked in New York.

Outsider:" That is a mutant!" New Yorker:" Just because her hair color doesn't mean she's a mutant!" Outsider:" I mean her squirrel tail!" New Yorker:" She just likes to cosplay."Leave her alone."

[lukas-dusk]

Peter : did you tell everyone we're dating?

Wade : Yes, Petey. I have no self control and I told everyone we're dating.

Peter : OK, no need for sarcasm.

Wade : No, seriously. I have no self control and told everyone that we know, from Avenger, fantastic four, X-men, and the Sinistres Six.

Peter : THE SINISTRES SIX ?!

Wade : and the daily bugle...

J. Jonah Jameson on TV : Spiderman is dating Deadpool! Another proof that he is not a hero!

Wade : I'm sorry...

Peter is regretting is life choice

[bobjackets]

Wealth and fame is ignored,action is his reward.

[illyanarasputinfan]

X-Men ‘97 (2024) Marvel Studios

Episode 1 / Season 1 “To Me, My X-Men”

Director: Jake Castorena / Writer: Beau DeMayo

[elzore-da-great]

The Cricket!! And that geriatric man from the Daily Trumpet or whatever..

[cyanidespideycup]

Broke: Being bit by the spider fixed Peter's eyesight and his need for glasses.

Woke: The reason Peter has those big lenses on his suit is because he can't wear his glasses under the mask and the lenses are actually prescription.

[dailybugle-blr]

Spider-Man: Savior or Scourge of the City?

by J. Jonah Jameson, editor-in-chief

Submitted photo

NEW YORK CITY - Spider-Man's latest exploits have once again thrust him into the spotlight, igniting a debate over his true intentions and impact on the city. Is the web-slinger a valiant defender of justice or a dangerous menace lurking in the shadows?

"For years, I've seen Spider-Man swinging around the city, and I used to think he was doing good," said Mary Smith, resident of Queens. "But lately, it seems like he causes more trouble than he prevents. My shop was damaged in one of his fights, and I'm still trying to recover from the losses."

Critics argue that Spider-Man's vigilantism undermines the authority of law enforcement and poses a threat to public safety. Operating outside the bounds of legal oversight, Spider-Man's actions blur the lines between heroism and recklessness. As such, questions persist regarding his true identity, motives and allegiance.

"While I appreciate Spider-Man's efforts to keep the city safe, there's no denying the damage he leaves behind," said David Johnson, taxi driver. "I've had my fair share of close calls when he's swinging through traffic. It's like he doesn't care about anyone else's safety."

In the face of mounting scrutiny, it is imperative that Spider-Man be held to the same standards as any other citizen. The people of New York deserve answers, accountability and assurances that their safety is not compromised in the pursuit of justice.

"We need to know who Spider-Man really is and what his intentions are," said Jessica Rodriguez, concerned citizen. "If he wants to continue operating in our city, he needs to be transparent and accountable for his actions. Otherwise, he's just another criminal hiding behind a mask."

[green-kat331]

My friend Spider-man

Pt:6 "helpless"

(Spider-man x reader)

Pt1/ Pt2/ Pt3/ Pt4 /Pt5

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of injuries, other heavy topics

You laid in bed, feeling the softness of your blankets wrapped snugly around you. Not a single identifiable sound was made, only the rustling of your roommate as he goes about his own day. Aside from that, your room felt an eerie sense of stillness, A few days after your encounter with the monster. You haven’t had the energy to get out of bed, was it fear? You weren’t sure, just that you didn’t want to get out of bed. Your door opens slowly and you see Mikey’s head peeking into your room. 

“Hey, I’m gonna be at my girlfriend’s place for the night. Don’t just lay in bed all day, alright?” 

You don’t answer. Mikey was a nice guy, seeing you under the weather was worrying him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You hear him sigh and the soft clicking of your door closing. You closed your eyes and pulled the blankets tighter around you.��

Peter tried texting you after the attack. You stared at that message for what felt like hours, only to never respond. Too many scenarios, too many uncertainties. You feel shitty about blowing him off. He is always the first to worry and sometimes, you can't decide if you like being the target of his caring nature or if it only makes you think about them even more. Another ping from your phone catches your attention and after a few seconds of pondering, as you reach for it on your nightstand, you hear your doorknob turn and open. In walks your brown haired best friend with a white bag at his side and phone in his hand. 

You sat up immediately and unconsciously tried to fix your ghastly appearance. “Peter.” You exclaim and he walks in. “Hey, how are you feeling?” He asks, sitting at the foot of your bed. You sigh and snuggle back into your cocoon, pulling it over your face. He laughs quietly and not in a mocking, but something more like understanding. He leans over and lifts the side of the blanket. “Not great, huh?” 

You blink up at Peter meeting his soft brown eyes. “I don't know how to feel. I guess I'm scared, but… I'm not at the same time.” 

Peter doesn't respond to your admission. He lets the silence between you sit for a moment until eventually you crawled out of your cocoon to sit next to him. You lean into his shoulder, which he is happy to provide. Your arm slipped under his to hug the limb. “You know I did something really stupid at the shop?” His head turns to look at you. 

“I…I just ran in. I didn't even think twice about running into danger. It felt instinctual, like I had to help those people.” You look down. 

“At that moment I just thought, what would Spider-man do? And that's all it took for me to run into a breaking down building.” Peter tensed for a minute. 

“...That's…admirable _____.” He states gently, moving so he can look at you face to face. Peter takes your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, making your cheeks heat up.

“Really?” You asked with breathy words.

“yeah. I'm just relieved…you're okay and I'm glad Spider-man was there. To help you when you needed him, I don't know what would happen if we lost you.” 

Your expression softens with his words. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, hugging Peter tightly. “You won't lose me Pete.” 

He hugs back, resting his head against your neck. You breathe in the smell of coffee and the cologne Aunt May bought him for Christmas since he always somehow went home smelling like the New York alleyways. You laugh at the thought before pulling away. 

Peter still holds onto your hands. “Hey, how about we head over to the library and think up some new stuff to write about?. Jameson asked for news, right? We'll, let's give him news.” He laughs, pulling you up to stand.

“Yeah, uhh… later though, I probably look terrible right now.” You admit pulling your hands out of his. 

His gaze lingers on you, sure you weren't as presentable as you usually are, noticing the signs of your prolonged stay in bed through your tousled hair and unchanged attire, but in Peter's mind you could never look less than beautiful. 

He tears his eyes from your face and takes a step back. “Well…um then get yourself changed and meet me there later.” 

With a chuckle and a nod, you watch as Peter grabs his bag and leaves your room. Feeling as your face warms slightly after he leaves. You quickly get into the shower and clean yourself off.

Finally, you let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension leave your body as you dry yourself off and put on your clothes. You glance over to the window. The day had mimicked your mood and clouded over, on the verge of releasing into a heavy rain.

With an annoyed groan, you pull out your phone and message Peter.

You: Hey Pete. You can go ahead before me. I'll drive over there in a few, looks like it's gonna rain. -_-

Peter: Ok see you soon. 

You put your phone down, finished getting dressed and fixed your hair. You dug through your backpack to go over what you plan on bringing.

 Suddenly, an enormous boom echoed in the distance. You look out the window and your breath hitches. You see, the monster from the other day climbing up one building. It roared, sounding all the way to your apartment. This monster was bigger than the last tentacles tangling around the skyscrapers and claws digging into the steel like sheets of paper.

Your eyes widened seeing the monster jump off the building on top of the library, crushing the stone under the weight of its feet. “Peter…” you whisper, running to your phone to begin rapidly texting him.

You: Peter!? Are you okay!? Are you at the library? you need to get out now!

Another loud thud bangs against the floors and your balcony doors swing open. “____? _____!” You turn around and see Spider-man rush up to you. 

“You’re here…you're okay…” He breathes relieved. Your eyes stare at the masked vigilante for a few seconds before returning to your phone. No response from Peter. Your grip on your phone tightens, as if holding onto it for dear life. With little thought, you turned and rushed over to your balcony. “Peter…my friend! Peter, he's still out there!” Spider-man quickly ran after you, tugging your arm back. “It's okay…I'll get him, don't worry-” 

With a thunderous roar, the monster jumps up and demolishes a smaller building, similar to the shop from the other day, except this time the building crumbled, entirely sending debris flying in all directions. You both watch in shock at the sheer power this Monster displayed. With newfound seriousness, Spider-man pushes you back into your room and turns away. 

"No, no! I'm not going to let you leave, Spider! This is worse than you've seen. You can't take him on by yourself!" You exclaim, gripping his arm before he could run off.

"You need to stay put _____. You hear me? Stay put." He demands, rushing back to your balcony 

You ran up, pushing through the doorway and grabbing his arm in a desperate attempt to keep him from jumping off again to save the city from that…that thing… "No! He'll kill you. Don't be stupid, this is reckless!" 

He turned to face you. Holding onto your shoulders and guiding you back into your room. He held the sides of your head despite the adrenaline rushing in his veins. He held you so tenderly his thumb pressed over your cheeks, brushing over them. His touch reminds you of Peter's gentleness, making your entire body feel weighed from the guilt of not being there at the library with him. "____, I need you to stay here. Stay inside, please. I'll be back. I will always come back -" you stared into his masked eyes, then closed yours with a pained expression burning tears pricking your lashes."it’ll kill you..." you whispered. He rested his forehead on yours, shutting his eyes for a second.

"... I need you to be safe." 

He releases your head and begins to hurry away again. "Don't make me web you," he jokingly warned, trying to lighten your mood, but didn't wait to hear if you laughed or not. You didn't. He was already swinging away. 

You slowly back away from your spot and sink onto the plush bed, feeling the gentle bounce of the soft cushion beneath your full weight, folding your hands together, fiddling with your thumbs. Praying that he would return to you.

Alive.

---

“We are starting this broadcast to proudly announce that Spider-Man, the web-slinging hero of New York, has once again defeated a massive threat to the city. Here, you can see Spiderman destroying the source of the enemy's power, a large energy source attached to the enemy's chest; it is suspected that this is yet another ploy to stop this hero. But fortunately, Spider-man was able to outsmart the beast and incapacitate him. Although The city is left with more construction work to finish. This fight has concluded with no casualties as far as we know..."

You replay the live broadcast over and over, watching as he swung around the villain and tied them up in his web. When the tape ends, you play it back again. 

He was being risky... again; He got closer than he needed to be. This enemy was so powerful, worse than he had ever fought before. Like a hybrid of some of the worst people he's faced. You couldn't keep track of the amount of times he was thrown into a building or struck with a deadly blow.

Luckily, the battle stayed far away from your apartment, so you stayed inside by his demand. Spidey was insistent that you stayed safe.As the camera panned out, the sight of multiple fires and shattered windows filled the screen, evidence of the aftermath of the altercation.. You didn't care about them, something... someone was more important than any amount of damage compensation or any building. 

The rain starts, droplets pattering all over the city and immediately killing the fires. 

After what felt like hours of pacing, worrying, and anxiously biting your nails, you see a silhouette on your balcony followed by the dark figure dropping with a thud.

Your body tensed. The booming noise in the silence gave you chills. 

Opening the doors, you see your suited friend laid on the ground, gripping his side. You listen closely, a faint groan escapes from him. His costume was torn, and peaks of his skin were bruised. His blood pooled under his body, mixing with the water making puddles of red. 

"Spidey!!" you shout and rush over to kneel over him. You hold his head in your hands and tilt his head to look at you, although the lenses on his rain soaked mask were clearly closed shut. Your hands tremble as you reach out, fingers brushing against his skin, feeling the heat of his pain. Your forehead rests on his and your lungs release the breath you’ve been holding. You try not to cry. You try and try but fail. 

"I can't- I don’t- I can’t help you....I can't spidey… i-- i can't -" Tears stream down your face as you gasp for breath, the weight of your despair hanging heavy in the air. The sight of his battered body fills your vision, wounds glistening with a mix of blood and rain. You are left feeling hopeless, unable to properly care for his wounds. His life is in your hands, and you are completely useless. How could he be so strong all the time? He worried about so much, yet always had the strength to push forward. 

You didn't want to be weak. This wasn't the time. 

He depends on you. At this moment. You can't let him go. You weren't going to. You wipe your tears away and positioned behind him, to drag his unconscious body into your room. A path of deep red follows him, staining your bedroom floor. You open your door to drag his heavy body down so you can take him to the hospital, but pause… If you take him to the hospital, they’ll take his mask off and reveal his identity. He’s so vulnerable.

With his body now on the floor, you pace nervously around the room, desperately trying to come up with a plan. Finally, you act.

You run into your roommate's room and grab a few clothes, and run back to the passed out hero. You stare at him for a minute debating if you were really going to do this you take a breath and began to take his suit off piece by piece, despite the embarrassment of undressing him screaming in your mind. You start by removing his gloves, peeling the fabric from his palm and fingers to set it aside. 

You do the same with his red spandex boots, quickly replacing them with leather black boots. You nervously pulled up his suit top. The room was dim, barely able to make out any shapes, but still you keep your eyes up to avoid looking at his torso, littered with deep purple bruises and multiple scratches. Replacing it with a loose gray T-shirt. You thanked god that his suit pants were a solid blue, so you didn’t have to change him out of those. 

Finally, you only had to remove his mask. Slowly, you slip your thumbs under the hem of it, pulling the fabric up his bruised neck from being strangled by the tentacles of the beast. With each inch you came closer to revealing Spider-man’s identity to you. After all this time, you were finally going to find out who he really was. You were gonna see his face and reveal his identity, but you stop. The mask rests just below his chin. 

This is wrong. 

Of course, you were curious about who he was, what his face looked like, and what kind of guy would risk his life like that every day, but this wasn't right. He trusted you enough to come here when he was beaten down.

Ironically, taking off his mask felt more exposing than switching out his clothes.

Once again, you walk to your roommate's room and gather a hat, sunglasses, and a face mask. 

You sat in front of Spidey, took a deep breath to prepare yourself. Then, you closed your eyes; you felt around his head, down his neck and removed the mask. You glide your hands through his hair to put the hat over it. With a brief pause you analyze the soft loose curls between your fingers, he was so familiar to you, so comfortable to be around. He smelled of blood and rain with a hint of… something else… but your mind was in such a haze you couldn't put the pieces together or your brain just wouldn't allow you to finally slip the beanie over his head, and cover most of the top of his head. With eyes still closed you added the glasses and mask on Spider-man’s face, then opened them again, still avoiding looking directly at his covered face, to drag him outside into your car to the nearest hospital. 

On the drive, you continuously checked your mirror to see if he would move or talk or do anything… you were desperate for anything. He just laid on the backseat with the occasional groan. Those noises of pain gave you a bit of relief that he is still alive. Finally, you reach the hospital and stop the car, not even parking it. Quickly you get out of the car and drag Spidey out of the back seat resting his arm over your shoulder to carry him into the hospital doors. 

"Help! Help this guy! He's hurt!!" You yelled in the hospital, which was clearly in a state of emergency due to the recent attack. Several staff ran up to you and took Spidey laying him down on a gurney. As they reach to remove the glasses and mask, you quickly turn around to walk out. "You need to wait. Hold on, who is this?" A nurse blocked your way with a clipboard in hand.

"I- I don't know. I just found him on the ground. He didn't have an ID on him, so i have no idea who he is—" You quickly answer then step to the side to leave the hospital before the urge to look back became too overwhelming. 

Sitting in the confines of your car, you tightly grip the leather of the steering wheel. Your quivering lips betrays the overwhelming feeling coursing through you. 

You pressed your forehead against the cool surface of the wheel and let out a soft sob. The distress eating you up on the inside made you sick and dizzy. 

"Please be okay… please be okay Spider-man." You sobbed.

[cletus-kasadys-gay-boy]

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