"Hurry up!" A robber scoffs as he and his buddy rob a locally owned store. His buddy grins at the elderly Asian couple as he steals a muffin. The second the two run out of the store, they're are webbed up by a masked hero. The masked hero tosses the couple back the money the thieves stole.

MASKED MAN FOILS ROBBERY

"This is not a man." A bystander exclaims. "My brother saw him building a nest in the Lincoln Center fountain.

"I think she's human. I saw her, y'know. She's a woman."

MASKED HERO
WOMAN OR MUTANT?

NYPD arrives to foiled robbery.

"Bobby. Get a load of this!" A cop shouts to his captain, pointing at a couple who tried to rob a diamond shop. The two struggle to free the spider's web.

"She throws up her hands, ropes come out and she climbs up the ropes like a spider web."

ANOTHER SIGHTING
New Yorkers Baffled Over Web Slinger

"I see the web, and it's her signature, and I know Spiderwoman was here."

WOMAN CLIMBS WALLS LIKE SPIDER
Eyewitnesses Reveal Details

GUNMEN FOUND TRAPPED IN GOO

"The gal protects us. You know, she protects the people."

"Some kind of freaky-loo or mutant-bastard or something. Wack-a-do."

"She stinks and I don't like her."

"Don't move, lady!" A man pins a woman down and holds a gun to her head. He snatches her purse away before a web hits the purse and pulls it out of his grasp. He lets out a startled scream as Spiderwoman grabs him by the collar.

The woman picks up her purse, only to find a note inside. "Courtesy, Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderwoman." She reads, smiling softly.

"Woman with eight hands? Sounds hot."

"She has those tights and that tight little-"

"Dresses like a spider,
She looks like a bug,
But we should all just give her,
One big hug~

---

"Who is Spiderwoman? She's a criminal, that's who she is! A vigilante, a public menace. What's she doing on my front page?" J. Jonah Jameson demands.

His secretary on intercom, Miss. Betty Brant says, "Mr. Jameson, your wife is on line one."

"Jameson! There's a page six problem." Hoffman enters the room.

"We have a page one problem. Shut up," Jameson rolls his eyes. "Well?"

"She's news," Robbie Robertson states. 

"The clients can't wait-" Hoffman injects.

"They're about to." Jameson groans.

"She pulled six people off a subway." Robertson tells Jameson.

"From a wreck she probably caused. Something goes wrong and this creepy crawler is there. Look at that. She's fleeing the scene. What's that tell you?"

"She's not fleeing," Robertson explains as Betty knocks on the window, signalling for Jameson to call his wife. "She's probably going to save somebody else. She's a hero!"

"Then why does she wear a mask? Hm? What's she got to hide?"

"Maybe she doesn't want her face to appear on those mutant registrations!"

Betty hurries in, "she needs to know if you want chintz or chenille in the dining room."

"Whichever one's cheaper." Jameson huffs.

"Mr. Jameson, it's like this: We double-booked page six. See, so both Macy's and Conway's both have three quarters-" Hoffman is cut off, again.

"We sold out four printings." Robbie states.

"Sold out?" Jameson raises a brow.

"Every copy."

"Tomorrow, Spiderwoman, page one, with a decent picture this time. Move Conway to page seven. 

"There's a problem."

"Make it page eight, give 'em ten percent off- five percent."

Hoffman winces. "That can't be done."

"Get out of here!"

"Problem is," Robbie sighs. "We don't have a decent picture. Hailey's been on it for weeks. We can barely get a glimpse of her."

"Aw! What is she, shy? If we can get a picture of Julia Roberts in a thong, we can certainly get a picture of this weirdo. Put an ad on the front page. Cash money for a picture of Spiderwoman. She doesn't wanna be famous? I'll make her infamous!"

---

I pause when I walk past Mary-Jane. I look back to double-check if it was really her. It is her!

"Hey!" I call out.

"Buzz off," she groans as I run up to her.

"MJ. It's me, Emma." I grin.

"Hi!" She lets out a surprised gasp.

"Hey."

"Wow. What are you doing around here?"

"I'm... uh... I'm begging for a job. How about you?"

"Oh... uh, I'm headed to an audition."

"An audition? So you're acting now?"

"Yeah. I work steady." She nods. "In fact, I just got off a job."

"That's great, MJ. You're doing it. You're living your dream."

"Hey, Glamour Girl! Your drawer was short six dollars! Next time that happens, I'm gonna take it out of your check! Excuse me, Miss. Watson? I'm talking to you! Hey!"

"Yes, Enrique! Okay? I get you!" Mary-Jane shouts back.

"It better not happen no more, you hear me? Don't roll your eyes at me!"

Mary-Jane sighs and opens her coat to show a waitress attire. "Some dream, huh?"

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about." I smile softly.

"Don't tell Harry."

"Don't tell Harry?"

"Aren't you guys living together? We're going out. Didn't he tell you?"

I look at her surprised before brushing it off. "Oh... yeah! Right."

What do you do when both of your crushes are dating?

"I... I think he'd hate the idea of me waiting tables. He'd think it was low or something."

"It's not low. You have a job. You know, Harry, he doesn't live on a little place I like to call Earth."

Mary-Jane snorts. "No, I guess not." She smiles softly at me. "Thanks, Em. We should catch up sometime."

"Let's gets some lunch some evening." I suggest. "Uh... I'll come by and have some of your Moondance coffee someday. And I won't tell Harry."

"No, don't tell Harry." She laughs.

"I promise."

---

I enter Harry and I's apartment only to see Norman on a call. 

"Hey!" He grins at me before returning to his call. I nod back and walk up to the dining table, where Harry's working. 

"Storming Norman's making his weekly inspection." Harry then sighs. "Spent half of it on the phone. Look, Em, I'm glad you're here. I need your help, I'm really lost here." He then looks at me. "Are you all right? You look like you just got..." He grins. "... Second place in the science fair."

My eyes narrow at him. "You know what, Osborn-" I then sigh. "I was late for the interview. Didn't get the job."

"You were late to another interview? I don't get it. Where do you go all the time?"

I shrug as Norman calls out, "Emma Parker. Maybe you'll tell me who she is."

"Who's that?"

"This mystery girl Harry's been dating."

"Dad," Harry groans.

"When do I get to meet her?"

"Dad."

"Whoa. Harry finally got a girlfriend? What blackmail do you have on her?" I joke, grinning.

"You know what, Parker-" He scoffs but grins at me.

"My first guess was you," Norman chuckles. "But you're too good for my son."

Harry loses his grin and scoffs. "Hey, Em, you're probably looking for a job now, right? Dad, maybe you can help her out."

"No," I shake my head. "I appreciate it, but I'll be fine."

"It's no problem. I'll make a few calls."

"No, I couldn't accept it, sir. I like to earn what I get. I can find my own work." I walk into the kitchen area of the room, a grab a glass and a cart of milk.

"I respect that. You want to make it on your own steam. That's great. What other skills do you have, Parker?"

"I was thinking of something in photography." I look at the newspaper.

---

I sit in front of J. Jonah Jameson's desk as he looks through the photos I took of Spiderwoman. And I am Spiderwoman, so... I think I'm good.

He gives me a surprised look before declaring, "they're crap. Crap, crap. Megacrap. I'll give you two-hundred bucks for all of them."

"That seems a little low." I say.

"Take 'em somewhere else, then." He hands me back the photos.

His secretary pops on through the intercom. "Sir, your wife says the tile you ordered for the foyer is out of stock."

"Tell her we'll put a rug there." He hangs up before bossing me around. "Sit down! Give me that."

I hand him the photos as I sit back down.

"I'll give you three hundred. That's the standard freelance fee." He hands Robbie Robertson one of the pictures. "Tear up page one. Run that photo."

"Headline?" Robbie asks.

"Spiderwoman, Hero or Menace? Exclusive Daily Bulge Photos."

"Menace?" I raise a brow. "She was protecting that-"

"Tell you what, Atticus. You take the pictures, I'll make up the headlines. That okay with you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Goody." He writes me a check before handing it to me. "Give this to the girl up front. She'll see you get paid."

"I'd like a job, sir."

"No jobs. Freelance. Best thing in the world for a kid your age." He stands up and shows me to the door of his office. "You bring me more shots of that newspaper-selling clown, maybe I'll take them off your hands. But I never said you have a job. Meat! I'll send you a nice box of Christmas meat. Best I can do. Get out of here. Bring me more photos!"

I sigh and walk up to the lady up front, "hi." 

"Hi," she nods.

"Mr. Jameson told me to give that to you," I hand her the check.

"Ah," she grins at me. "Welcome to the Daily Bulge."

"Thank you," I smile. "I'm Emma Parker... I'm a photographer."

"Yes. I can see that."

---

"Welcome to Oscorp Industries Unity Day Festival! Let's hear it for Macy Gray!"

I take pictures of the Festival for the Daily Bulge before finding a woman who was reading a newspaper.

BIG APPLE DREADS SPIDER BITE!
New York Fears The Bug 20 VICTIMS TO DATE
Public Clamors For Pest Control

"Baby, I know we had a bad day,

And you are so mad at me,

It don't mean we have to mope around~"

"Hello, miss!" A chubby man greets me, smiling brightly. "Would you like to buy some deep-fried oreos?"

"Wha- What are deep-fried oreos?" 

"Only the most delicious treat of all time! Two bucks for five to try!"

I hesitate but pull out two dollars, I had it to the man and he hands me a Southern Champion Tray with five deep-fried oreos covered in powdered sugar with a business card.

"I put my card in there, in case you wanted more later. I also deep fry all sorts of stuff, pickles, ice cream, candy bars!" He laughs as he walks away to find more costumers.  

I take a bite and giggle, it was absolutely delicious! Once I finished my treat, I wipe the powder sugar off my hands and hold my camera up again. 

"Picture us on the moon,

Happy like a cartoon,

Believe in love and it will come down~"

I notice Harry and MJ, happy and laughing together.

"Welcome down!

Nutty nutmeg phantasy~"

The two head inside the building and suddenly my Spider-Sense goes off like crazy. I look around, cautious. Pick-pocketer? Man with knife with intention to killer? A rapist? I look up, to seeing man on a glider flying towards us.

"What is that?" I hear a woman ask. The crowd starts cheering for the man as I narrow my eyes. The man spins back around and throws a bomb at the balcony where the big bosses of Oscorp were on, the same balcony Harry and MJ stood on.

The crowd screams and scurries away, all in different directions. 

"Code three, code three!" An officer shouts.

A couple panics as a piece of debris falls over them, I quickly shoot two webs to their backs and pull them out of the danger. I run into an alleyway, and take my clothes off, revealing my Spiderwoman suit underneath. I climb up the side of the building before jumping off, swinging towards the green-meanie.

"It's Spiderwoman!" 

I kick the green-meanie off his glider and he falls onto a tent as his glider rips a hole into one of the balloons. 

"Come on, move, kid!" I groan as a kid in the danger zone watches in awe. His mother screams for him to run. I jump and swing down, picking the boy up with one arm before handing him off to his stressed-out mother.

"Hold it right there!" An officer shouts as greenie stands up.

"I surrender!" 

"Oh, boy-" My eyes widen as the green bitch starts attacking the cops, knocking them out one by one. I jump at him, throwing a punch but he catches it with ease. "Huh?!"

"Impressive!" I just know he's giving me a shit-eating grin underneath that ugly-ass mask. He kicks me in the stomach, sending me back. I crash through a table before my back hits a pole, snapping the pole in half. 

The green meanie jumps back onto his glider before cackling as he hovers over the panicked crowd. My Spidey-sense goes off and I start running as he starts firing at me with actual bullets, before doing it with a missile. I shoot a web and swing up to narrowly dodge it. I jump on top of one of the balloon-floats before hearing a scream.

I look over and my eyes widen, "MARY-JANE!" 

"Help! Someone, please, help me!" She cries out as she was trapped on a piece of rubble that was about to fall any second. I start making my way to her by jumping on the balloons, but before I could reach her, the green asshole grabs ahold of me.

He slams me against the wall of the building, and grabs a handful of my hair before repeatedly slamming my head into the window. I groan as I elbow his shoulder before turning around quickly and smacking his neck with the side of my hand. He punches me twice in the stomach before throwing a punch at my head, which I dodge. He then punches me in the face, knocking me off the glider.

I land on the balcony and quickly look at Mary-Jane, "hold on!"

"Watch out!" She points out and I quickly shoot a web at greenie's masked face. I get underneath the glider and pull out some wiring, making the glider go out of control.

"We'll meet again, Spiderwoman!" He yells as his glider takes him away.

Mary-Jane screams as she falls off the rubble. I jump after her, wrapping one arm around her waist and I shoot a web, swinging her off to safety. The crowd cheers.

We then land on a roof top, near the St. Patrick's Cathedral, startling a couple that was making-out in the process. I grin at Mary-Jane.

"Whoo! Sure beats taking the subway, huh?" I turn to the couple. "Don't mind us. She just needs to use the elevator." Before I could run off, Mary-Jane stops me. "Wait just a minute, who are you?"

"You know who I am."

"I do?"

I give her a cheeky grin, "your friendly neighborhood Spiderwoman!" I jump off the rooftop and swing away, grinning like an idiot.