Description
****This story takes place directly after TASM2**** ~~~~ After getting fired from your 9th job, you start to realise, maybe people aren't your thing. You look for jobs requiring no human interaction, which are pretty difficult to find actually. You discover photography. First you tried taking pictures at weddings and baby showers and stuff, but again, people. So instead you took picture for news articles and reports. Unfortunately you still did have to talk to your boss who was a real pain in your neck, but it was better than anything else. While you went on this photography journey, you found out a very strange vigilante had resurfaced. As he recaptured the eye of many civilians, he quickly made headlines again. You were requested to take pictures of him for the news station you were currently working at. One day however, he notices a flash as he swings through the city... (The description is not totally consistent with the start of the book but it's only a few minor details so don't worry about it. If I am missing something and there's a plot hole somewhere, please tell me!) ~~~~ In light of recent events regarding No Way Home and the amazing Andrew Garfield I have now realised that my previous opinion on him, that he was a bad Spider-Man, was heavily misguided by of the writing of the movies, and not the acting itself. As repentance, I have decided that I will only ever listen to Yummy by Justin Bieber, which isn't even that terrible of a song, but sure as hell does get annoying after a while. I mean I could say that about any song, but it's especially true in this case. This is the punishment I must pay for this horrible blunder. I have written this story as a way of asking for forgiveness from our Lord and Saviour, Andrew Garfield, and to express my new found adoration for this blessing of a human being. Thank you for clicking my story(but you'll probably regret it), and I hope you enjoy.
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