Eddie never realized how slow Jameson was. There were about a hundred words that he thought off quickly to explain exactly what Spider-Man was as a whole. And to think that he actually looked up to the man at one point. They had conversation about how ridiculous the damn spider was too. It was interesting how one moment changed a person's thought on another individual.
However, none of that mattered at the moment. Did he just? No, he couldn't have. Jameson actually had the nerve to fire him? The words didn't exactly come out of the salt and peppered haired man, but it was implied.
Now, Eddie had a different reaction then before. Now, his expression changed into one would consider a what the fuck face.
"Excuse me?" he asked at first, swatting Jameson's hand away as the finger jabbed at him. All the fucking nerve. All the damn conversations they had, bonding over their hatred over the web-slinger. At least, Eddie thought it was some sort of bonding. He didn't treat him the way that Jameson treated Hoffman. There were no exact grounds to fucking fire him either! All journalists made mistakes once and a while, but they weren't fired. Eddie knew. He looked up all the greats. And most importantly, there didn't seem as there was any evidence that he had done it purposely. "I wasn't the only one around here that 'couldn't tell the difference between one swinging loony from another', Sir," he stated flatly with air quotations as he repeated a part of Jameson's words. From all the time that Eddie was at the Daily Bugle, he was nothing but respectful, so it was a different side poking its head out. "In case you forgot."
No matter what Eddie said at that moment, the thought of being fired was killing him inside. Journalism was his life.