[Center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/520041678032207887/870932919999414302/spidey.png[/img][/center][COLOR=ff212a][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=0091ff][I]The Daily Bugle Offices[/I] - [I]New York City[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][color=yellowgreen][b]Gamma World Tie-In #1.01:[/b][/color] [COLOR=0091ff][I]Two Jobs[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][indent][color=ff212a][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=0091ff][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/color][/indent]

[color=pink]"What are you expecting, Parker? These shots look almost identical to ones you've already given me years ago. It'd be cheaper just to run one of the photos I've already paid you for and get an intern to just fix the colors in photoshop."[/color] Jameson ripped the usb from his desktop and whipped it with force back at Peter, who instinctively reached up to catch it before it struck him in the nose. The grizzled editor removed the cigar from his lips to puff out a large cloud of smoke, turning his gaze to the intern working on a small laptop on the couch in the corner of the office. [color=pink]"Robbie, search the August 2018 catalog and pull the one I want. And make sure to correct the black parts of the suit to blue... I don't need those Reddit trolls slamming us for using an outdated photo."[/color]

Robbie raised a timid hand as his voice shook. "Um... sir... which one from August..." Without so much as a word of response, Jameson whistled and snapped his fingers before pointing to the door. The intern got the hint and quickly shuffled out of the office. Peter stared in disbelief at the usb in his hand.

[color=ff212a]"There's got to be something in here that you can use, sir."[/color] Peter felt his pocket buzz as his phone got a notification.

[color=pink]"Parker, I've been buying photos off of you for... what... 5 years?"[/color]

[color=ff212a]"10."[/color] His phone buzzed again.

[color=pink]"10? I thought there was another guy before you."[/color]

[color=ff212a]"No, that was Brock. He was after I-"[/color] A third buzz.

Jameson slammed his palm on the table before pointing at Peter, shutting up the freelancer immediately. [color=pink]"That's not the point. The point is, I expect more from you. You come back here with something that'll knock my socks off. Now get out of my office before I replace you with a drone sporting a dollar store haircut. And answer your damn phone, it's distracting."[/color]

Peter grit his teeth as he slipped out of the office, pulling out his phone to see a large SHIELD logo lighting up his screen. His eyebrows raised and his jaw slacked as he tapped the logo, and a map of his immediate surroundings was pulled up. A building three blocks away was pinned, and Peter tapped a small green checkmark in the bottom right corner. He knew he had 5 minutes to get over there... but he could easily make it in 3. He quickly waltzed into the stairwell, barely waiting for the door to slam behind him as he tossed his bag into a corner and pulled his t-shirt over his head to reveal his skin-tight suit underneath his clothes. It only took him a few moments to remove his street clothes and secure his mask and gloves. He zipped up to the top of the stairwell and peeked his head out of the roof access door, making sure no one was taking a smoke break. Seeing that he was clear, Spider-Man buckled his backpack around his abdomen and fired two weblines against the building next door. He pulled back swiftly to launch himself forward into an aerial roll, effortlessly handspringing off the edge of the adjacent rooftop at an angle to soar over the streets below.

Peter swung with ease to the designated rooftop, stretching his arms back and swinging them forward to clap as he waited a few moments for the quinjet to arrive. After less than a minute, Peter felt his muscles tense as the aircraft had suddenly dropped its cloaking device and hovered above Spider-Man. He quickly jumped up into the open hatch near the rear of the aircraft, instinctively making his way towards a jump seat along the wall before putting on a headset and strapping himself in. [color=ff212a]"You're early, Kelso. Miss me that much?"[/color]

The SHIELD pilot shook her head, flipping a couple switches as she prepared the aircraft for takeoff. "Director Rogers wants you to report to Dr. Banner at Gamma Base. He will debrief you on arrival."

Peter leaned back in his seat, yawning as the weight of another night with little rest was finally hitting him. [color=ff212a]"Let me know when we're there, Kelso. I need a beauty nap."[/color]

"Sleep tight, webhead."