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Ch. 3: The Journey's a Blur [TASM!Peter Parker x Reader]

Keep You On My Side, Chapter 3: The Journey's a Blur

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x [Female] Reader

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A/N: I am reposting this bcs for whatever reason it wasn't showing in the tags 😭😭(I've been working hard on this fanfic for it to not show on the tags ok? 😩) The original character's name is John Jonah Jameson, I renamed him Jonathan for Parallel Universe sake. Many other characters however, keep their original name like Ned, Aaron and Miles.

Summary: As you try to deal with your growing crush on Peter and let things happen on their own, you find yourself asking Aaron Davis for a favor. Peter on the other hand, has been frequenting your workplace for various reasons, as he realizes how much he misses having someone there for him. After a blog entry in MJ's website, Peter remembers what he'd been trying to do in the first place since returning from that odd multiverse event and tries to contact MJ the way he knows best.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 5.6K

As it was your usual routine, you waited for Andy and Kylie to finish their shifts and helped them close The Coffee Pot to later head to your apartment. Talking back and forth, you walked a couple of streets to the south. Andy was talking about some guy he’d met last week at a party, and how he was planning on seeing him soon. Not that you didn’t care about Andy’s life, but you were still trying to go over the current writing slump you were dealing with. For both your novel and MJ’s blog. Something in your mind simply refused to make words sound nice and professional.

Perhaps it was the conversation you’d had with Peter Parker, as you were still panicking on the matter. After Peter left, you whined about it to Andy. And Kylie overheard the situation from the kitchen. As you’d thought asking Miles’s uncle Aaron for help, Kylie suggested having Aaron himself teach Peter directly how to free lance instead of you.

As you reached your apartment, on the top of a small building, on the 8th floor, you walked into a rather loud apartment. As you usually arrived to a dark and silent apartment, sometimes Miles would already be home, already in his room. But this was one of those rare occasions in which he was out of his room and had his music playing on the small amp Andy owned.

The apartment used to belong to Miles’s grandparents, and after turning 18, his father and uncle Aaron decided to give it to Miles. Miles grabbed a handful of close friends and brought them to live with him. You still had to pay rent, but, to be frank, Miles could be asking for a lot more money than he actually did. Not the fanciest apartment, but it had everything you needed. One and a half bathrooms, and the entire thing was one big and wide room, except for the DIY walls you’d built yourselves to divide the rooms. The kitchen was in a corner, while the rest of the apartment was full of all sorts of trails that screamed frustrated artist. Your desk with a printer, and a bookcase stacked with books and prints. Miles’s spray paint cans, buckets, brushes of all sizes and shapes, and canvases. Another smaller desk with all of his sketches chaotically scattered. And another wide space with a mirror, more stacks of books and printed scripts, where Kylie would rehearse for auditions, or where Andy would practice choreographies.

The apartment wasn’t named The Gallery for nothing. Every single one of the people living there was a form of a frustrated artist. And within the walls of The Gallery, you were all free to express your artistic selves. Aside from Lauen, the only people who knew about MJ were your roommates and Aaron, since he helped you start your freelancing career.

Speaking of Aaron Davis, you thought it was too suspicious of a coincidence that he was there by the time you arrived. He was having a beer in the living room with Miles as they both laughed and chatted, music in the background and barely any lights lit as they were sitting in front of the picture window. Perhaps not the best sight, but it was still a good sight to have.

“Oh, look, Daddy Aaron is here” Andy said with his thick English accent showing, as he walked to his room, throwing his backpack inside.

Aaron heard his name and turned around, waving his hand as you left your things by the door and sprinted towards the couch. You sat on the couch and dramatically hugged him as you whined.

“Aaron!” You cried, making him chuckle, accustomed to your antiques as he'd pretty much seen you grow just like he'd seen Miles.

“Hey, what’s up, kiddo? Yo, what's wrong?” He asked, knowing something was up, although nothing really bad, since you wouldn't be reacting this way.

“Everything! I was going to text you, but you’re here” You said breaking the hug.

“I’m one step ahead, Loon. What’s up?” He said laying back on the backrest as he clicked his tongue and waved at Kylie and Andy as they both got to the living room, sitting on the couch next to where you were.

“I need a huge favor” You began.

“Sure thing, you’re like family, you know that” He reassured you.

“Can you help teach a friend how to do freelance?” You spat nervously as you could kinda imagine what he was going to reply to you.

Aaron looked at you and raised an eyebrow as he chuckled softly.

“You serious?” He said with his smirk leaning towards one side of his face, however, it soon went away as your stare remained worried and straight. “Don’t you know how to do that yourself?”

“Yes, but if I do it, he’s gonna find out I’m MJ” You whined as Andy and Kylie chuckled, their amusement permeating to Aaron as he rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh come on, just from teaching him how to do freelance?” He chimed.

“He’s smart” You added as Miles started choking on his canned soda.

“Yo, wait,” He spat as he left his can on the coffee table and leaned over, resting his hands on his knees “You talkin’ about the Identity Hound you told me about a few days ago?” Miles asked, confused as he quickly put two and two together, not at all surprised by how fast Miles did the maths.

“Yeah” You croaked and looked away from Miles.

“Dude, what the hell?” Miles scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Listen, he’s…some guy who went to school with me, but as of lately we’ve been talking a lot…” You tried defending yourself but found yourself nervously stuttering your words as all 20 thoughts in your head tried to come out at once.

“You gave him your number yesterday” Kylie sang as you gave her a death glare, Aaron exploding in laughter as you heard Miles gasping dramatically.

Kylie was “distracted” by her nails as Andy chuckled softly looking at you with wide accusing eyes as if thinking ‘someone is in trouble~’ and you could almost hear Andy’s cheeky voice from just his green eyes.

“This is why people call you a lunatic!” Miles stammered as he stood up from the couch and grabbed his can. “We lost her! She’s unhinged! demented! Oh god!”

“Miles, please. You don’t get it, he’s so charming” You whined and shamefully hid your face in your hands.

“Hmm, I can confirm, though” Andy intervened as he laid back on the couch. “He’s also a pretty boy,” Andy said clicking his tongue and looking at you with an approving nod as you felt your cheeks burn hotter and hotter.

“Oh, Andy said it. We know how picky he is with men” Kylie giggled as she exchanged looks with him.

“It has the Andy Arden seal of approval” Andy smirked as Miles groaned as he walked towards you, standing behind the couch as he grabbed your head with his big hands and started shaking your head.

You groaned as Miles was whining incomprehensibly, something along the lines of “Best kept secret, my ass. Those were your words, dumbass! Look at you doing this to get laid!”

“Whoa, slow down, kid. You’re tryna flirt with this guy?” Aaron said with a cheeky smirk as he knew you as if you were some sort of niece to him and sister to Miles.

“The freelance thing has nothing to do with this” You coughed as now Miles had an arm around your neck. “And, I’m not…flirting…” You whined as Miles let go of you. “When was the last time you saw me do something stupid for a guy?” You snapped at your best friend as he squinted his eyes, not having a proper reply, as you both knew you’d never do shit for a guy’s attention.

“Keep lying to yourself, sweetie” Kylie teased as she gave you a knowing look and waved her eyebrows.

“I’m letting things happen organically” You intervened “I don’t want to get too close because he is pretty observant and smart, and that’s a big nono. But this guy is currently in a difficult economical position and I suggested he try freelance” You muttered, shrugging.

“Oh, Loon. Your hero complex is showing” Aaron sighed as he gave you a gentle smile.

“I know, and it’s gotten me in a lot more trouble than I’m willing to admit…” You groaned, rubbing your hands on your face.

“Fine. I’ll do it. He replied with a laid back tone.

“God, thanks Aaron, so, so much! I owe you!” You said, hugging his arm and whining loudly.

“In exchange, put up a small announcement in your blog promoting my job. I get a lot of small jobs when you do, and I could use some extra money at the moment” He said with a smirk as you met his stare and nodded immediately.

“Yeah, sure. You know I’d do that anytime you ask me to” You affirmed.

“Oh, yeah I know. I wanted to give you the illusion of negotiation” Aaron chuckled.

Something made you feel anxious for the rest of the week, slowly dreading the time your appointment –or as your friends liked to call it, “date” – with Peter. And after what felt more like two entire weeks, finally Thursday after 5 came by. You finished your shift and agreed to meet with Peter then.

You took him to The Gallery, where Aaron was going to meet with the both of you. However, much like your roommates did, Aaron decided to play along with the teasing and took his time before making it to your apartment. As you expected Aaron to be there shortly after you two arrived, but wasn’t the case.

For the next hour and a half, perhaps two hours, you were alone in your place with Peter as you tried to maintain a conversation. Making you feel oddly self aware of the possible crush you were growing on him. You gave him a small tour for the apartment which was full of amazing trinkets, as Peter learned a few things about your roommates just by being in The Gallery.

And finally, Aaron arrived with an elegant smirk as he insisted he had ran late due to other business. You dismissed the teasing tone in his voice as the three of you sat on the table in the middle of the apartment. Usually reserved for when all your roommates decided to have dinner or when Miles was working on some big project that needed space. And there, Aaron gave Peter the same monologue he’d given you regarding free lance, how it works, tips and tricks. Aaron hinted you had a little bit of experience in the matter without revealing how much you truly had, as you confirmed and agreed to help Peter.

Peter left rather early, saying he had other things to take care of and something about going to have dinner with his aunt as he told you if you could meet some other time after your shift in the Coffee Pot.

Peter arrived earlier than you expected, as you’d finished your shift and sat at your usual table working on your novel. When you were off work, the door bell was just white noise in your head as you wrote and rewrote lines, sometimes not satisfied with how they sounded. Frustrated by how painfully slow writing as a whole was, as every so often you stopped working on your draft to make notes on unrelated things, either trying to get word vomit out of your way, or taking notes for future events. Frustrated at what seemed little to no progress.

You didn’t notice Peter walking in and ordering what he now guessed was his usual order. A latte with a blueberry muffin. As he waited for his coffee, he kept gazing at you. Interest shone through his eyes as you seemed tremendously absorbed by your work. An ever present frown as you seemed to grow frustrated. Angrily and passionately typing on your keyboard.

Andy handed Peter his coffee, clearing his throat to catch his attention as your roommate noticed how dreamy Peter looked for a second.

“Oh, sorry man…” Peter said avoiding his stare as something told him Andy had noticed he was looking at you.

“You know, it’s rude to stare…” Andy said with a cheeky grin as Peter felt a slight blush on his cheeks.

“I-I…” He laughed awkwardly. “I know…I didn’t mean to be rude and stare..I just think, it's...interesting, when artists are focused on their work” Peter stuttered.

“You’re her friend aren’t ye? The photographer…Peter?” Andy asked curiously noticing every single thing in Peter’s faces that seemed to correspond to the repressed crush you had for him. Andy grinned.

“Ye-yeah?” He said feeling stupid for raising his pitch towards the end.

“She told us she had a photographer friend. Supposed it was you. I’ve seen you a lot lately, talking to her, plus…the camera on your neck…” Andy added as he walked to the cash register as a new customer walked in.

“Oh, yeah. I carry this old thing with me everywhere…” He said softly. “Thanks, by the way. For the coffee” Peter tried changing the subject before heading to your usual table.

“Sure thing” Andy sighed before turning to the customer.

Peter slowly approached your table as you saw from your rearview a shadow, catching your attention as you looked up. Not expecting him until much later, you felt your heart skip a beat as you sat up straight.

“Peter, hi” You said as you looked at the table in front of you. “Please,” You said, gesturing to the chair.

“Thanks…I hope I’m not interrupting…” Peter said awkwardly as he sat in front of you.

“Oh god no. My brain is fried…I could use a break…” You sighed tiredly.

“Is it hard?” His chocolate eyes met yours briefly before he looked away awkwardly “Writing I mean?”

“Oh you have no idea…” You groaned. “But let’s not talk about that…Hey, I got news for you”

“What is it?”

“I texted my cousin and she says she doesn't have a photographer yet. And I told her about you. I sent her the price list you and Aaron did, and she said she’s in” You saw Peter’s cute smile spread through his face as he chuckled incredulous for a second.

“Really?” You nodded to his question.

“Yeah. She asked for a portfolio though…” You sighed frowning softly and smiling.

“Oh, yeah…I-I’ve been working on it. After Aaron told me, I’ve been looking around my computer…It’s still not done yet…” He said as he got his laptop from his backpack.

He gestured with his hand for you to come closer as his smile turned somewhat cheeky. You moved your chair to his side as he typed his password and started his computer. He opened a folder with a bunch of pictures and handed you his computer for you to check them out. As you clicked on one and then pressed the arrow key to move through the pics, you felt his stare.

He looked at you tenderly as you looked through the selection of pics he thought looked best for the portfolio. Some pictures from school events, some of the pics he’d sold Jameson for the Bogle, a few he’d taken during graduation. Some of the pics he took during Lauren’s gig last week. And then a few he’d taken of Gwen Stacy. Something in his chest still aching at the sight of her. He also noticed the weird feeling in his gut, as you were looking at Gwen’s pictures. The girl he’d been slowly growing feelings for staring at pictures of her ex –if ex was the correct term.

“These are gorgeous, Pete” You sighed as you pointed out how beautiful the composition of the blurred beautiful landscapes slightly blurred as the lens focused on Gwen.

Not sure how to reply, he simply nodded and looked at you, actively avoiding looking at his screen. He saw you stretching your hand to a small notebook you had across the table and writing down something on it before you pushed it back to where it originally was.

“...the sunset and the sea at the back look amazing…” He heard you say as his mind kept focused on you and Gwen, making him feel a rather weird mix of feelings. “These are…really great” You said as you felt slightly bad for Peter, wondering how hard must it be for Peter to look at those pictures himself.

“They’re not a lot…” Peter added.

“Why don’t you take some during the week, and the next one before I send your portfolio to my cousin?” You said, trying to help him as you saw Peter's eye spark up as an idea enlightened his mind and looked at you; his lips curving up in a cheeky grin.

“Do…Okay, don’t kill me," He said as his voice turned into a chuckle as you began wondering what was he going to say. I"I have the suspicion that you’re not going to like this but…”

“Peter…” You said in a slight threatening voice as you were beginning to get an idea as to what he was planning.

“Can I–” He stopped briefly as you immediately knew what he was about to ask you.

“No” You said, as you started to blush.

“Oh please! You said you wanted to help me, didn’t you?” His eyes becoming wide and pleading as a small pout shaped his lips, giving you a puppy like look.

“God, you really like to use my words against me, you should’ve gone to law school or something!” You groaned as you looked away, thinking of you stared to long at him, you might say yes to his proposal.

“Please!” He begged.

“Peter!” You growled embarrassed.

“I promise I’ll try to stop using your words against you if you do this for me, please!" He pleaded as his chocolate eyes were drilling holes into your head as you looked at him.

Your cheeks bright red now, as you cursed under your breath. You felt extremely embarrassed at the idea of Peter doing a photoshoot of you to help him with his portfolio.

"Okay, one condition, though" You said shyly as you saw his smile growing excited. "My friends are gonna be there too. I feel less weird if my dumbass friends are there"

"Fuck you! I heard that!" Andy said loudly from the behind the bar.

Peter chuckled softly and looked at you nodding.

"Sure. Sounds like a deal" He said, stretching his hand towards you as you shook hands, sealing the deal. Before letting go of your hand, he whispered your name, as it left a sweet taste in his mouth.

Peter didn’t really want to leave, although he felt the urge to do so as he knew he eventually had to put on the suit and do his thing. He stayed for another hour or so before leaving, not without staring into your eyes one last time, thinking to himself if he was behaving like a teenager with a crush again. He was in his late 20’s, what was going on?

His usual routine of patrolling the city and doing small things here and there kept his mind busy through the rest of the afternoon. Every now and then thinking about how he was gonna have a small photoshoot with you and your friends on the weekend. Something in him felt slightly disappointed it wasn’t going to be just you and him. But that same thought made him feel slightly less nervous about it.

After what felt like a good amount of duties and people helped and saved, he swung back to his apartment. Although before going in, he checked his phone one last time. Out of habit, mostly. In case he picked up some police signal or any news on twitter regarding things happening in Queens. He picked up his phone and unlocked it, seeing a text from Ned.

Something rather unusual, as Ned and him weren’t exactly close. Although, since the gig, Ned went to Peter to either fangirl about The Fool’s Journey and about MJ. Speaking of MJ, his attention spiked when he read the initials in Ned’s text.

‘Look at MJ’s last post! They wrote something about Jameson! He’s gonna be pissed, I tell you! Pissed pissed! D’: I don’t want to go to work tomorrow T o T’ Peter read and then clicked the link to MJ’s blog.

‘Date: 01.24.22

Genre: Essay

Title: A Letter to J.J.J.

As a freelance writer, I’m often contacted by all sorts of people, most of them blogs who wish to feature me in their feed, a couple of magazines here and there, and every so often, newspapers. The good thing about freelance is being able to decide what jobs I pick up and which ones I reject.

I rarely reject pieces of writing.

I just received an email from a certain paper who, due to my personal preferences, decided to stop working with me. And honestly, fair and completely valid. However, this email had no business insulting me and calling me things in such a childish manner. Dear Editor –you know who you are–, I encourage you to behave maturely next time to address anyone. It’s ridiculous for someone your size and fame to behave in such a way. To the general public, to the people in higher positions and popularity as yours, and most importantly, your workers.

You see, I’ve never particularly enjoyed reading your work. Clearly, we both share very different points of view on things. And yet, I took up the jobs you offered me because in a cruel world it is good that we help each other. I write for you, you offer me money in return, and through your reach and my advertisement, we give each other our fair share of time in the spotlight. Even when I don’t agree with everything you had to say, I respected that and took jobs anyways.

However, I find myself in a position in which I can decide whether I want to work with you or not. You wrote to me, and I quote: “[...] after all the favours we’ve done for you by featuring in our paper…” and let me tell you something: You weren’t doing me any favours. You commissioned, I responded, you paid. That’s not a favour, that’s a service and it’s business. Then you have the audacity to write an article about how corrupted I am, defaming my name, just because I don’t play along with your ideas. If only, by featuring my name in the headline you made my statistics rise. Thank you, I have more visits and comments on my website. And thankfully, most of them were actually pretty welcoming of what I have to say. You didn’t really do anything through your attempt to make me look bad in the public eye. This is why you don’t get to be mean to others out of pettiness, Mr Editor. Your actions will only backfire in your face.

And, speaking of being mean to others out of pettiness, you should really try and improve that little attitude of yours. Something you said in that article about me was right, I am, in fact, a “little insolent punk who tries to sound righteous” and trust me, I do try to do right by others. I raise my voice for those who can't, and express the unconformities that exist within each and everyone of us, people trying to survive on a daily basis. You call yourself a journalist, but you got lost with fame and power, you stopped listening to the people who write everyday history and focus on publishing what will bring the biggest coins to your pocket. And I am talking directly to you, Mr Editor, since I know for a fact, your employees don’t have much of a say nor an option. They most likely live paycheck to paycheck, following your orders because it’s either that or not having a job at all. While you get all the credit and are featured in the news, and receive most of the money. Your employees do the dirty work for you, and you sit at the top receiving all the money and praise. God bless Late Capitalism, and god bless the pigs sitting at the top. The view from up there must be really nice.

While I watch from the bottom, I’m glad I still have my feet on the ground. And from the ground level I’ll tell you, man sitting at the top: Get your ass out of your head, stop behaving like a little kid throwing a tantrum and learn to deal with people having different opinions to yours. Learn to listen and to be kinder to others. Otherwise, people won’t show you gratitude when you need it the most.

I got your message the first time, you didn’t have to send me multiple emails calling me things. Don't waste your time calling me pathetic names, I certainly didn’t waste mine reading more than your first email. A simple: “I do not wish to keep working with you in the future due to personal reasons and conflict of interests” would’ve been more than enough, but you decided to go the extra mile and behave like a kid. Your parents must be proud.

This will be the first and last time I shall address you publicly, and don’t even try to complain in my inbox or your paper. I will not encourage nor partake in such immature behaviour. Have a good afternoon, and weekend.

-MJ’

Peter reread it once more as he chuckled and smiled mischievously. He knew Jameson had sent multiple emails to MJ. Ned in fact had written the first email in which Jameson stated he never wanted to see any of MJ’s writing in the paper. The extra emails MJ mentioned might have been sent by Jameson himself or his assistant Angela. Either way, it didn’t come as a surprise to Peter that MJ mentioned the childish way Jameson had behaved. Peter had seen his tantrums first handed, and the man had a way to lose his temper and go flamboyant with the names and slurs.

‘He’s gonna be in a mood tomorrow,’ Peter texted back.

“Bet. Oh, man. If he asks me to send MJ another email, I’m going to cry. I had to send MJ an email from my personal account apologising for Jameson’s behaviour and telling them I didn’t mean anything of the things he made me type’ Ned replied as Peter chuckled.

“So that’s how you know Jameson is a shitty boss as well…” Peter said.

‘I’m sorry, Ned’ He replied to Ned’s text.

‘It’s fine. MJ responded telling me to not worry, and that they know it’s Jameson who’s being a jerk )’:’ Ned said shortly after.

‘At least they get it’ Peter typed as he wondered who MJ was.

He realised he hadn’t been thinking much about MJ since…well, since you two started talking more and more. It was unconscious. He finally found that click with someone. Making him feel oddly lonely, as the desire to become your friend, or perhaps more, grew within him. He was starting to fantasise about what it would be like to have someone who knew he was spiderman, someone he could trust and someone he could go to for help. Having to deal with everything on his own since Gwen died, he felt an awfully big relief when he interacted with you. And even though you’d seen him almost every day since the gig last week, and you still remained a huge mystery to him, made him think perhaps you were good at keeping secrets, and you’d be good at keeping his.

He had completely forgotten about Lauren, and how he basically wanted to learn more about MJ through Lauren, but instead, found himself gravitating towards you. Still thanks to Lauren. Man, he needed to buy Lauren lunch or something as thanks. He was still yet to send Lauren the pics of her band. He made a mental memo of sending them to her after getting home.

He looked back at his phone, checking twitter for any breaking news. However, his feed showed him first one of your tweets. Shortly after exchanging numbers, you two exchanged twitter, since you told him you avoided the other social media and stuck to twitter out of peer pressure and to read the news. Your tweet standing at the very top of his screen was a reply to someone else’s tweet and it read ‘This is an invasion to my privacy Ky!’ Followed by an angry emoji and then a crying one. He chuckled softly and opened the thread as he saw a picture posted by who he assumed was Kylie, your roommate and it was a picture of a notebook, resembling the one you had on your table earlier that day. The notebook was open and it had written in beautiful, yet slightly messy handwriting: “It's like beautiful gentle music is playing in my head when you’re close”. He smiled softly as he wondered and even fantasised about that piece of writing being about him. He didn’t have any solid proof that you had a crush on him like he did on you, but he liked to imagine you did.

His next tweet came from MJ’s account. A tweet about MJ complaining about being spammed by the subject their last post was directed at. As well as apologising to whoever tried contacting them for the weekend, as they were going to ignore their inbox and texts for the weekend since said subject was driving them insane.

He chuckled softly, feeling sorry for MJ as he knew how intense Jameson could be. He thought Ned was lucky to have written to MJ before Jameson’s tantrum spam began, as Ned had managed to hear from MJ instead of being ignored for the entire weekend.

Suddenly an idea sparked in his head. He put his phone away in his backpack and threw his backpack inside his room before heading back out.

You closed your computer, completely outraged and annoyed by the amount of spam Jonathan Jonah Jameson was sending you. Your head aching just by thinking about his bigotry and stubborn personality insisted on behaving this way, even when you’d just called him out for exactly it. For a second you regretted posting that letter to him, although at the same time, you knew you wouldn’t have been you if you hadn’t. Your moral compass always told you to speak out for those who couldn’t. And you’d done just that. Especially after what Peter had told you a few days ago, about how Jameson and his landlord often threatened him, and the email you got from a Ned Leeds apologising for the email he’d sent from the Bogle’s account. You thought Peter most likely knew Ned, and from his email, Ned sounded like a pretty good and sweet person. His email was far too polite compared to the emails Jameson was sending you, only fueled the fire and desire to publicly burn Jameson.

You received a text from Miles, as it brought your attention back to the present, making you wonder where Miles was to begin with as it was getting late.

‘Dude! Check this out!’ Miles wrote and sent a pic.

The picture was from one of the bridges in New York. At first glance it was hard to tell which one, since you always thought most of them looked pretty much the same. The bridge had written in what seemed to be thousands of strings reading ‘Who are you, MJ?’

‘Wtf is that?’ You replied.

Miles didn’t bother to actually write something back and instead sent a link to a tweet, which redirected you to a piece of news. The Robert F. Kennedy bridge, now covered in web with the legend saying ‘Who are you, MJ?’ as people nearby claimed to have seen spiderman swinging all over the bridge for a good 5 minutes writing that. You eyes widened in surprise and a bit of excitement as you thought what an odd timing.

Sure, it was no secret MJ was a Spiderman fan, but why exactly did Spiderman choose to “contact” MJ now? Peter came to your mind as you remembered he was the only photographer who could capture Spiderman. And when you mentioned it, he didn’t deny anything, in fact Peter said Spiderman didn’t mind what the Bogle had to say. Ned’s email apologising, your recent post on Jameson. You began to wonder how closely related Spiderman was to the Bogle.

You thought perhaps you were being paranoid, but you couldn’t shake the thought that it was all oddly connected and perfectly timed. But then again, it might be your writer’s mind grasping at any piece of information that might serve as inspiration.

And just like that, an idea sparked in your head. A small piece of plot you could add to your novel as you reached for your notebook and opened it. Below the line you’d written while Peter was showing you his portfolio, the line Kylie very devilishly decided to post on twitter, you drew a wavy line and started writing down your newest idea.

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