![]() ![]() The pictures of the Invisible Woman hadn’t turned out so great, on account of her being invisible and all, but if he was being honest, he only had eyes for one hero. Fantastic lassoing a bot with his own arm and one of the Thing with his fist cleaved through three bots at once. He’d managed to snag a few cool shots of Mr. Still, Peter possessed that previously stated element of stupidity, a student debt, and his own rent to pay ever since he’d moved out of his Aunt May’s place, so he got front-row seats to see the Fantastic Four duke it out against some killer robots. ![]() Taking photos of superheroes in action sounded great on paper, which was how the proposition at the Daily Bugle had been made to Peter, but when you take into account the frequent lazers, explosions, and falling buildings that accompany super fights you start to reconsider the perceived glamour. He’d met Johnny through one of the few things he was actually good at: photography, and one of the traits that earned him good shots: stupidity. When thinking back on his pathetic teenage years and remembering all the D-list high school clichés he’d gone through-swirleys, getting stuffed in lockers, tripped in the halls-it was an amazement in itself that he’d ever come into contact with the Human Torch, let alone date him. Peter wasn’t sure how the jumbled mess of his life had organized itself to get him where he was now. ![]()
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