Peter hadn't wanted anything more than to get coffee and work on editing a few shots that he needed to turn into Mr. Jameson. He'd promised him newer, and better pictures of Spider-Man and the typically angry man was expecting him to deliver. Luckily, for Peter, he didn't have to put too much work into actually getting the shots -- a couple of well placed cameras in some of his favorite spots in the city, and snap! he had exclusive shots of the webcrawler himself. And all without anyone ever suspecting that the guy behind the red and blue suit was the same as the guy who was snapping the pictures. Peter constantly used the excuse that he was 'in the right place at the right time' and had a few 'high quality long distance lenses' that he often used.
His boss didn't know the finer mechanics of photography, nor did he care when he had better shots of Spider-Man than any other photographer in the city could have provided him with. Hell, Peter could have probably been risking his life to get them and J. Jonah Jameson wouldn't have cared in the least. He was a man who only cared about the end result; the amount of copies that he would ultimately sell and how much money that would put into his pocket.
Which ultimately added up to how much money Peter got into his pocket. It was win/win for everyone. Sorta.
Peter looked up at the sound of his name, a curious expression on his face as he turned his head in search of someone he might have known calling for him. He didn't immediately recognize the voice, but he was in a little bit of a daze looking at the small screen of his laptop and could have very well distorted it inside of his mind. But, when his eyes met Elliot's, the curious expression dropped to confused. Maybe he was some intern from the Bugle sent to come and find him for something, or maybe there happened to be another guy named Peter sitting right behind him (highly unlikely, because in all of his life he hadn't ever met another person named Peter.)
"Uh... Me?" He gave another quick glance around, as though someone else named Peter would have it stamped across their forehead and he could just pass this hooded guy off onto them.
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His boss didn't know the finer mechanics of photography, nor did he care when he had better shots of Spider-Man than any other photographer in the city could have provided him with. Hell, Peter could have probably been risking his life to get them and J. Jonah Jameson wouldn't have cared in the least. He was a man who only cared about the end result; the amount of copies that he would ultimately sell and how much money that would put into his pocket.
Which ultimately added up to how much money Peter got into his pocket. It was win/win for everyone. Sorta.
Peter looked up at the sound of his name, a curious expression on his face as he turned his head in search of someone he might have known calling for him. He didn't immediately recognize the voice, but he was in a little bit of a daze looking at the small screen of his laptop and could have very well distorted it inside of his mind. But, when his eyes met Elliot's, the curious expression dropped to confused. Maybe he was some intern from the Bugle sent to come and find him for something, or maybe there happened to be another guy named Peter sitting right behind him (highly unlikely, because in all of his life he hadn't ever met another person named Peter.)
"Uh... Me?" He gave another quick glance around, as though someone else named Peter would have it stamped across their forehead and he could just pass this hooded guy off onto them.