Chương 3: Chapter 2
"Hey?"
"Mister, umm… We just moved in and I was wondering what your name was?"
"Tobias Macguire kid, but you can call me Toby."
"What do you do?"
"?"
"Job."
Was I like this before?
"Photojournalist" Toby smiled and crouched down.
"Here is a quick tip for you, if you ever become a journalist like me, avoid the "Daily Bugle".
"The boss is a complete right chump."
"He is three feet tall, has a face only a gorilla can love, and kicks puppies on the road-"
Thus, for the next 10 minutes started the corruption of Spiderman, Peter Parker.
"Then- He stuffed a cigarette up to his nose and told me, "Pizza? What disgusting food!" Such blasphemy right?"
Peter stared wide-eyed as Toby lowered his impression of J. Jonah Jameson, by the very second.
"Peter! Peter!" Rapid footsteps grew closer as a middle-aged lady came up the stairs.
His Aunt May, well, Peter's Aunt May, now he was not Peter Parker, nerd, and hero, but the one and only, handsome absolutely irresponsible Bully, Tobias Macguire.
"Hi! You must be the family who just moved in, young Peter here was raised well!"
"Sorry if he was bothering you." She smiled. "May Parker." She stretched out her hand.
He shook it, with a trademark smirk on his face. "Tobias Macguire, but you can call me Toby for short."
"My husband is downstairs, we just moved from the other side of the city, I hope we get along well!"
After a while, they parted ways, Peter and May off to help bring the rest of the furniture inside, and Toby, too….. Well, he had nothing better to do, as it was only 6:17, so he would just chill out, eat some tacos, tamales, quesadillas…..
Time Skip 2 hours 15 minutes
Toby walked through the now busy streets. Shops bustling cars jamming every inch of the road, and of course, himself.
He wore a black coat, grey pants and held his suitcase in hand.
Pushing through a crowd of people with no care whatsoever, Toby looked up at a tall building.
"The Daily Bugle"
Walking through the entrance, the first sight he was greeted with were some partially alive greenery and an exasperated front desk.
"Morning Paula, you don't seem very happy…." He flashed his trademark grin.
Rolling her eyes, she replied. "The boss is ranting again, I swear if this job didn't pay well I'd-"
"YOU S-"
J. Jonah Jameson was a short-tempered man…
"Bad mood it seems…"
"DUMB ID-"
A clearly pissed-off voice could be heard, even on the bottom floor.
"When he is in a bad mood, the boss can be even worse than you."
"Hey, hey, that was uncalled for…." Toby smiled. "I am the most benevolent, kindest person ever!" " smirking, he stretched out his hands and yawned. "How could you say such a cruel thing, you are breaking my tiny heart…."
"Anyway, see ya."
"No reply?"
"Awww, how sad….."
"Shut it, Macguire."
Walking away, Toby pressed the elevator button and waited.
"Ding!" Walking in, the elevator soon went up, too the seventh floor while playing some smooth jazz.
Humming, he waited, before checking his phone.
(A/N: This is Marvel AU, phones are a thing….)
Toby scrolled through, thinking.
The old chump would disappear in a few days, though the Daily Bugle would be sending someone to Afghanistan to check it out.
"Ding!"
"You have arrived at, the Seventh Floor." A robotic voice said.
"YOU ARE DEAD!" Was the first thing Toby heard as soon as he came out of the elevator.
In the middle of the office, a younger but not less hot-headed Jonah Jameson stood there, crumpling and ripping an article.
In front of Jameson, was the shaking figure of one obviously terrified reporter who must have screwed up.
Looking around with pleading eyes, the terrified reporter landed on Toby.
Toby was the head reporter, or photojournalist, due to his stunning expertise with a camera, and his overwhelming experience, so the reporter looked at him, with hopeful eyes.
"I missed the part where that was my problem," Toby thought, before walking by.
"Sup boss!" He smirked before sitting down at a table.
Jameson was clearly irritated, but, out of all his reporters, Toby was a cut above them all.
Willing to go to pretty shady parts of town and brave through catastrophic disasters, Tobias Macguire had a reputation for being completely hardcore. Also for being a jerk.
But that was beside the point, wherever you wanted him to go, he would do it, unless it was like Iowa, because he detested Iowa for some reason.
Sitting down, he propped his legs on a desk and opened a newspaper.
"Politician Ryan McRaffartey Found To Have Connections To The Underworld"
Reading through the article, he felt satisfied. At the end of the column, was a photo of a blond man shaking his hand with a shady dude with a mask.
"Good work Sam ya chump!" He yelled to the other side of the room towards Samuel Clay, one of the writers of the newspaper. "But you are still a loser!"
"....." Silence. Even an idiot knew that Tobias Macguire, though he could be a good person rarely, was a straight-up bully. Samuel Clay shook his head and adjusted his wide-rimmed glasses everyone in the office knew, if there were two people not to mess with, it was the Boss and Bully Macguire.
They went back to work the sounds of keyboards clicking and people murmuring once again filled the room. Toby, who was not assigned anywhere at the moment, whistled as he moved about, to the workers, no doubt he was definitely looking for trouble.
But, this actually was not the case today. Toby was thinking, Peter, or himself, was supposed to live on the other side of the city, though, that "being" did say that he would spice some things up a bit.
Well, not his problem, for now, that is….
"Hey, Macguire!" The gruff voice of the resident gorill- I mean boss arose.
"I got a trip planned for you…"
Toby shrugged, facing his shrewd boss.
"Afghanistan."
"Yay." Toby sighed, that "being" really had it in for him probably.
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HatefulAutumnBreez I realized that this book, later on, will have a lot of plot holes, but this book has no context, and it is an AU so if I get something wrong, it is because alternate universe okay? It's not like I am just too lazy to change it okay?
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