[ EU ] In an alternate universe , J. Jonah Jameson constantly pesters Peter Parker for photos that show what a hero Spider-Man is , even though everyone else keeps telling him that Spider-Man is a criminal

`` No, no, no!'' The hot end of a cigar was stubbed out on a polaroid print of a photograph, burning through to the charred desk below. `` Parker! This is a dutch angle, we ca n't put this out to press tomorrow. We need calming shots of Spiderman, we need, we need nice profile shots. We need shots of him kissing babies and helping old ladies across the street. You pick up the Daily Bugle and see this picture of Spiderman towering over you you're gon na put it back down again.'' 
 
 The photo in question was rolled into a ball and thrown into a trash can under Mr Jameson's desk, to become company to many more photographs that too had giant burns in the middle. `` I do n't know how you do it kid, but you've got to get back out there and get me **nice** pictures of Spiderman.'' A wad of photographs were picked up and shoved into a stuttering young mans chest, `` And do n't come back till you get them.'' A puff of cigar smoke punctuated the sentence and young photographer Peter Parker was shoved back out the door he'd come through in a silent and non-physical manner. 
 
 The photographs were pocketed and the door was quietly clicked shut behind him as Peter Parker was delivered from the smoking hell of JJJ and into the waiting arms of editor-in-chief, Robbie. `` Peter,'' older and slightly taller than Parker, he played a fatherly role to those around who had trouble understanding JJJ's strange opinion on Spiderman `` Are you alright?'' The editor-in-chief was the balance between public opinion and James Jonah Jameson's positive ideas about Spiderman. `` I know he can be harsh but you've just got to put up with it. The real world will get through to him one day and he'll come to understand that Spiderman is a menace this city does n't need.'' 
 
 Young Peter Parker gave an awkward half smile like a young boy caught in a life lesson he did n't want to hear. Robbie continued, `` Take the night off, we've got plenty of other stories we can run. The people will get sick if Spiderman is the front splash every day.'' And so that's what the young man did, Peter Parker took the rest of the day off and was home to his Uncle Ben before 4 oclock. Today was an anniversary that he and his uncle thought about all year, every year, though never could it be thought of as a celebration. 
 
 James Jonah Jameson was the last man out of the building, as he normally was. The night was dark and the sun had been replaced by the moon and streetlamps. The drive home was n't long, nor was it eventful, sometimes he would see Spiderman swinging overhead and drive home with a smile on his face knowing his city was safe. However, ninety-nine percent of the time he would see no one overhead for the entire trip, but never did this discourage him. He would still lean his head forwards to look up through the top of the wind-shield with a sense of childlike wonder, hoping. 
 
 The door to his home was already open when he arrived, two silhouettes stood against the bright light of the hallway in his home, both moved to meet him at varying speeds. `` Daddy, daddy!'' cried the smaller figure as she wrapped JJJs middle in a small but firm hug. `` Mattie!'' JJJ laughed, hugging his arms over her shoulders while still standing. `` Daddy, daddy! Look, I drew this for you.'' She called, perhaps only four or five years old, she held up a piece of paper with a familiar figure on it, red, and blue and holding hands with two other figures. `` Look look, I even drew your *cibar*, see?!'' She waved the paper around as the second, taller figure started to move past them. Even babysitters had to sleep some time, and as ever, JJJ was late home again. 
 
 `` Mattie, that's wonderful-'' A quiet'thank you Jessica' was whispered in between the chunks of his sentence as the taller woman brushed past him, she met his thanks with a nod and turned down the street to find her car. Jonah's attention was easily turned back to his foster daughter, `` You're a regular little spidergirl are n't you?'' He took her hand and led her back into the house where her drawing was pinned onto the fridge with a little magnet, shaped like Spidermans head. The magnet was a little frayed on top and bottom as before it hung on his fridge, the words `` I survived/ New York's Menace'' surrounded the face and had to be cut off with scissors. Unfortunately, no where sold normal Spiderman magnets so JJJ had to improvise. 
 
 His evenings were always quiet, there never seemed to be any trouble on this side of town, not that he ever noticed. Mattie would run around the house, throwing her arms into the air and making quiet `` pssh'' sounds while her adoptive father smoked and read the newspaper in his chair. The flicker of a streetlamp outside drew his attention back to a framed photograph kept on the table right next to his usual sitting spot, glasses and a brown bob that flicked out at the end. A smile, a pretty face that was now, just a photograph. 
 
 Mattie ran into the room and his attention snapped back to her, every single night that streetlight would flicker and every single night Mattie would claim it was Spiderman. JJJ would never have the heart to tell his daughter that Spiderman would never venture this far out into the suburbs, and every time she would drag him to the window to show him the empty street outside. There was no good way to tell your child that their superhero was n't there, so all he could ever muster was `` Maybe he'll be outside tomorrow.'' 
 
 This was usually a good indication it was Mattie's bedtime, something she was comfortable with `` knowing'' Spiderman was outside. `` When I grow up, I want to be just like Spiderman.'' She'd say, every night as he tucked her in. He'd smile and turn the light off, night light left on of course. Two night lights in fact, a red one on one side of the room, and a blue one on the other. It was the closest he could find. Then he'd go to bed himself, a double bed with a single person in. 
 
 News never stopped, and if he could keep going, neither would he. He'd have to be up early tomorrow, there were always stories to be ran. Even if the public thought Spiderman was a menace, James Jonah Jameson knew what he believed and he knew what he wanted. He would leave no monsters in this world for his child to be afraid of. He knew that children should never have to deal with monsters. 
 
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 I do n't actually read Spiderman, so I hope this is n't too terrible. > _ > 
 
 I also do n't proof read, aaaaaaa.
