"Uh, excuse me?" Peter asked the young woman with long raven hair chewing on the top of a pen. She looked at him with bright blue eyes and a kind smile.

"Hey there, how can I help you?" she asked.

"I, uh, I'm here to see Mr Jameson" Peter said "I'm trying to enter the competition for the best shots of Spider-Man that the Bugle's holding"

"Oh right, Mr Jameson's busy at the moment with another-" she said before the door opened, followed by an explosion of papers and a man in his thirties run out crying.

"And if you're not out of my office in the next fourteen point five seconds I'll have security tie your hands behind your back and force you to type out a three thousand word apology to me and every member of my staff for wasting my time!" the man with a flat-top haircut and moustache yelled furiously.

"Yeah, good going boss!" one of the employees shouted in support.

"Bobby!" the man yelled "Get to work on that three thousand word apology right now!"

"But sir, I was only trying to-"

"I don't wanna hear about what you were trying to do!" he barked "I only wanna hear your keys clicking as you try to convince me that your apology means something, and if you're not writing in the next eight seconds I'll throw you out of this office and get your wife to write that apology for me!"

"Sir, I'm not at my desk right now-"

"Somebody get the man a pen and a pad, he's got a six thousand word essay to write!" the man ordered, looking around the room impatiently.

"Sir, I thought it was three thousand?" he asked in a confused tone.

"Ah, my mistake Bobby" the man said, smiling at the employee before a furious scowl appeared on his face "This man's got a twelve thousand words essay to write!"

"Sir I-"

"Do you want more words?" he demanded.

"No sir!" Bobby yelped.

"Then get scrawlin' boy!" he boomed before turning to the young woman "Miss Brant, can you explain to me why my coffee isn't currently in my hand and being moved towards my mouth?"

"You haven't placed an order for one yet sir" she said.

"Then do that for me young lady" he said in a much calmer tone before getting loud again, looking at Peter "And what do you think you're doing here without my bagel Smith?!"

"What?" Peter asked in confusion.

"Don't you 'what' me boy, I ordered that bagel fifteen minutes ago and your company said it would be here in ten or less!" the man yelled, grabbing Peter by the collar and dragging him through the office towards the elevator.

"Sir, I don't work for the bagel company I'm here to-"

"Here to waste my time, why didn't I think of that?" he growled "Well here's my proposal, I want you out of my office, out of my building and out of my town!" Peter was roughly shoved into the elevator and the furious man punched the button for the lobby, the doors closing before Peter could even ask another question. He was silent for a brief second before a enraged and confused expression spread on his face.

"What the fuck just happened!?" he demanded.

"That guy is crazy" Spider-Man growled, swinging over the tops of smaller buildings in Midtown "He didn't even give me a chance to explain why I was there" He landed on top of a roof, looking down at the city below and being able to see his school, Midtown High, several hundred metres below him. A thought occurred to him, a stupid one, that he should have a look around to see what was happening. As he looked closer at the school he was able to see a large group of men, too old to be in school, wearing gang colours.

"Oh that can't be good" he sighed, leaping off the roof and webbing closer to the school courtyard. He landed out of sight and crawled on his front to the edge where he could see what was going on. One of the men dressed in dark purple had grabbed a kid by the shirt and was holding him in the air.

"Listen here you little shit, that kid you smacked earlier was my little brother" he snarled "You think you're a big man 'cause you can knock smaller kids around, we'll show how it feels when somebody bigger hits you around"

"It-it wasn't like that!" the teen exclaimed "He and his friends started the fight with me, I was only defending myself"

"Yo that's bullshit and you know it!" one of the other gangbangers yelled "Punch his teeth out C!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" a teacher demanded, storming over to them "Get out of here before I call the cops!" The gangbangers looked at each other with wide grins on their faces, chuckling and smirking as the teacher took out his phone.

"I swear I'll call them if you don't put him down and get off this property" the teacher said. At this point one of the gangbangers reached behind him and pulled out a gun, pointing it at the teacher.

"And I swear old man that if you don't put that fucking phone down and fuck off I'm gonna blow your damn brains out" he growled, cocking the gun arrogantly.

"OK, this could work" Spider-Man whispered, taking his camera out of his backpack and setting it to take photos silently before webbing it to the roof at a good angle "Now I just need to stop them before this gets out of hand... or more out of hand than it already is" He silently moved from the roof and behind the gangbangers, the crowd of kids that had gathered around the event noticing him but staying silent.

"So what's it gonna be grandpa?" the gangbanger asked "Are you gonna drop the phone and fuck off or am I gonna have to make you drop it?"

"I've got a better question" Spider-Man said, sitting casually on one of the lunch benches. The gangbangers whirled around, the one with the gun aiming it at Spider-Man with a terrified look on his face.

"Aren't any of you guys embarrassed that you all showed up wearing the same outfit?" Spider-Man asked cockily "I mean, shorts and purple basketball jerseys aren't exactly Alexander McQueen levels of stylish but does it still not sting?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" the man with the gun demanded.

"Well I was just passing by" Spider-Man shrugged.

"And now?" he asked "What're you gonna do now?"

"Now? Well, now I'm going to feed you your teeth" he growled, cracking his knuckles and standing up straight.

"The fuck you are!" the man yelled, wildly firing the gun. Spider-Man was easily able to dodge the bullets while moving forward, using his webbing to yank the gun away from the shooter and web it to the ground where, covered over so that nobody could reach it. He leaped forward, spin-kicking one of the gangbangers in the side of the head and knocking him to the floor. He planted one hand on the floor as he landed, using his core strength and adhesive powers to keep balanced on his palm, before webbing another man over to him, slamming his knee into his gut before flipping over again and slamming his elbow into the back of his head.

"Honestly, dealing with you amateurs is starting to get a little boring" Spider-Man sighed "Its kinda like being able to juggle with one hand, its amazing fun at first and learning it can be great but once you've got it down it just loses its charm" He landed on his feet and leaped high into the air, webbing two of the other men as he went up and yanking them up with him. As they met in the air he slammed his feet down onto their heads ad knocked them out cold.

"And there goes the rest of them" he said in a bored tone, landing on the ground and webbing the unconscious gangbangers up before leaving his signature calling card "You can call the police now" Spider-Man stood up straight and looked at the crowd of kids, spotting Twilight standing at the front with an impatient look in her eyes. He noticed her make a gesture with her hand, the sign for a phone, before he nodded curtly and webbed back up to the roof, trying to make the fact he was retrieving his camera as discrete as possible.

"So Twilight wants me to call her?" he asked under his breath, front flipping off the roof and firing a web-line "I'll get right on that as soon as I go talk to that crazy guy at the Bugle again, this time with the pictures and a plan" Next Chapter: Date Required Estimated time remaining: 10 Hours, 9 Minutes