Who: Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson. What: They're celebrating. Or at least as far as MJ knows. When: Evening. Where: Hyperion roof! Rating: TBD.
It really didn't take a lot of effort for him to get a photography job for the paper. For one thing? The editor was nothing like Jameson. He wasn't rude or nasty, he didn't constantly demand that something interesting end up on the front cover, whether it was truthful or not, and he certainly didn't give Peter a hard time when he came in for an interview. And then, of course, there was the fact that the editor happened to be a bit of a Spider-Man fan. As soon as he told him his name, there were a lot of skeptical questions, but at the end of the day, Peter was the one walking out of the office with his name on the payroll and a high demand for pictures of Spidey in action.
That was earlier. This was now. Peter had done a lot of thinking about where he was headed, and the only thing that he could see was Mary Jane and that baby. He knew that there were a lot of adjustments that he was going to have to make. That job? It was one of them. But now there was something else that had to be done. Something that he had wanted to do for a very, very long time.
He had set up a small table on the roof, just along the ledge so that they could see the street below. There was a bit of silverware and stuff on there, and a silver platter covered with a steel lid settled itself right in the middle of the table beside the bottle of wine that Peter had bought for the occasion. A candle took it's place on the opposite side of the platter, lighting the table with it's small flame.
He was sitting on the ledge of the roof, hands clasped in his lap and eyes staring out at the stars above him. He waited quietly and patiently, doing his best to fight off the nerves that were attacking him.