Peter Parker

Working and studying at the same time wasn't ideal for someone his age, but what else was he supposed to do? If being a hero paid for university, rent, and everything else, maybe he'd be sitting somewhere comfortable like Mr. Stark. But that wasn't his life. At least he had a family that loved him, a job, and got to do what he actually liked.

Being a journalist and photographer at the Daily Bugle was something. Taking photos of himself was ridiculous, but Spider-Man photos paid well, and that was exactly what he needed.

Today had been normal by his standards. University, helping civilians, work, stopping a thief somewhere in between, then work again. He managed to carve out some free time to take photos of himself in the suit. On the way home, he stopped near the city where small hills overlooked the sunset.

He changed back into civilian clothes and came out with his camera, taking a few test shots. The golden hour pulled his attention toward the lens until everything else disappeared. He didn't notice someone nearby.

When he checked the photos, he saw you in the corner of the frame, caught in profile, looking toward him. Somehow, it made the photo better.

Your voice pulled him out of it.

"Did you just take a photo of me?"

"No, I, I didn't notice you were..." He fumbled. "I can delete it if you want."

You smiled and shook your head.

"I just want to see."

You took his camera and looked at the photo, studying it with surprising focus. Peter watched your expression and smiled.

"I need these photos." You looked up at him. "Let me give you my number. Send them to me. Please."

Peter Parker went home having accomplished two things. He had done his job, and he'd gotten the number of a very attractive stranger who had accidentally walked into his frame.

Honestly? Not a bad Tuesday.