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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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7,580
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1
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A Close Assignment
Title: A Close Assignment
Author: Corina
Summary: Peter Parker and Lois lane get quite a story
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Pairing(s): Spiderman/Lois Lane
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Peter Parker, Lois Lane
Betas: Looking for testers!!! Email me if interested!
Author’s notes: This is a crossover that I was asked to write. I am always looking for ideas!!
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel or DC Comics. I do not own these characters nor do I make any financial gain from these characters. The story is designed for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter One – Assignments
New York
“I don’t care how much you dislike that woman!!! This is the assignment of a lifetime Parker. And we have the luxury of having the Pulitzer prize winning Lois Lane on it, straight from Metropolis and the Daily Planet. And you are gonna snap as many pictures and jump through as many hoops as she tells you to. Got that Parker?”
J. Jonah Jameson was not a man that you said no to. Not even if you were Spiderman. But right now, facing him wasn’t Spiderman. It was Peter. Peter Parker. Lowly photographer for the Daily Bugle. While his rise to fame was taking the most amazing action shots of himself in costume, this assignment was different. This time from the wondrous mind of Mr. Jameson himself, he was forced to team up with Lois Lane. The pompous, arrogant, holier than thou super witch of the Daily Planet.
“C’mon!” Peter said shaking his head. “Can’t you send anyone else? I’d rather take photos of the grass growing, or the annual snail races down the side of the Empire State building. Anything but a week with that woman!” Peter recalled what Mary Jane had called her after the last time they were forced to work together. MJ called her the “frigid Superman groupie.” And that phrase fit Lois Lane to a capital T.
Jameson slammed his large fists on his desk, knocking over his Editor-in-Chief name plate off the desk. “Get your butt and your camera moving!” he screamed at Peter. “This isn’t a negotiation. You want to keep that camera around your neck and get a paycheck then you will be at that airport ten minutes ago!”
“All right!” Peter finally retorted throwing his hands in the air in a sign of defeat. “But there’s no way I can get there ten minutes ago. Unless you know how to turn back time and…” But seeing the look on his editor’s face he quickly took the plane tickets from the desk and left the office.
Outside of the Daily Bugle, Peter hails a cab and heads towards the airport. Reaching into his pocket he dials Mary Jane. When he hears her voice, a smile crosses his face. “Hey MJ. Listen. I’m gonna have to postpone dinner. I’m stuck going on flashbulb duty with that frigid groupie again.” He cringed as he waited for MJ to reply. Quickly her voice came across his earpiece. “Again? How long are you going to be? Will you make it back for our anniversary?”
Peter hated to break the bad news. “A week. Tops MJ. Listen I’m really sorry about this. But you know how Jameson gets. Even got the whole job threatening thing today. I’m heading to the airport as we speak. Oh and MJ? Don’t worry. She’s not my type remember? I have a soft spot for red heads.”
“Uh huh. Just remember. You’re a married man now.” With that MJ hung up the phone, tossing the receiver against the wall. To say that she was upset was an understatement. Their anniversary was a few days away. Their first anniversary. And Peter wasn’t going to be there. Deep down inside, the tears fell. But soon they were replaced by the anger she kept brewing.
Meanwhile….Metropolis….
Lois held the first class ticket in her hand. “But why Peter Parker?” she asked her editor, Perry White. “Can’t I take Jimmy Olsen? This Parker guy isn’t exactly the best photographer around you know. Hardly worthy of my story.” She wasn’t angry. It was sheer frustration. “I could probably do a better job snapping pictures myself,” she said. But Perry White was a stubborn man. And no matter how many awards she had, or how many Pulitzers were associated with her name, she was still an employee. Of Perry Whites. Of the Daily Planets.
She tossed her hands up into the air in a sign of defeat. She was going half way around the world for the story of a lifetime. And her only company was Peter Parker. If only she could get in touch with Clark, for some of his dry humor somehow this mission would be more bearable. But instead, he was traipsing around the universe saving the world from all the bad guys. Sometimes, she hated herself for being so selfish. But most of the time, she understood completely. This was one of those selfish times.
Without another word, she was en route to the airport. And within an hour she was on board waiting for the plane to take off, whipping out her book of crosswords.
“Hold that plane!!!!” Peter screamed as he ran through the terminal. Late as usual. MJ used to joke that he would be late for his own funeral. He believed it. The looks of annoyance were abundant from the flight attendants as they held the plane just for him. “Sorry!!!” he called out, tossing his boarding pass at the pretty blonde attendant and rushing down the hallway towards the plane.
Boarding he heard the plane door slam behind him as he made his way through the plane to find his seat. The ice princess was already there, taking the window seat. Without any grace, he fell into his seat, elbowing the book of crosswords right out of Lois’ grasp. “Late as usual,” she said to him, leaning down to retrieve it.
“Would you believe there was a ninety car pileup on the interstate?” he asked her, flashing a smile. “Not likely,” she replied. “Your professionalism isn’t exactly stellar,” she replied, annoyed. “Yeah well I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kind of guy,” he replied.
Leaning over to look at the crossword book, he pointed at the page. “Arachnid. 8 letter word for spider. Number four down,” he said. Lois glared at him. “Thanks,” she said to him. “But I think I can handle this on my own,” she barked back, just as the flight attendants were doing their pre-flight preparations, including informing them all about the supplied barf bags and emergency exits.
As the plane began to rumble and move down the runway, Lois held her breath. Peter looked at her and said, “You know, that shade of blue matches your suit perfectly.” But Lois had a fear of flying. Not when in Superman’s arms…but in huge metal airplanes. She let out a gasp of air and grabbed a hold of Peter’s hand. “Tell me we aren’t going to die….”
Author: Corina
Summary: Peter Parker and Lois lane get quite a story
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Pairing(s): Spiderman/Lois Lane
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Peter Parker, Lois Lane
Betas: Looking for testers!!! Email me if interested!
Author’s notes: This is a crossover that I was asked to write. I am always looking for ideas!!
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel or DC Comics. I do not own these characters nor do I make any financial gain from these characters. The story is designed for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter One – Assignments
New York
“I don’t care how much you dislike that woman!!! This is the assignment of a lifetime Parker. And we have the luxury of having the Pulitzer prize winning Lois Lane on it, straight from Metropolis and the Daily Planet. And you are gonna snap as many pictures and jump through as many hoops as she tells you to. Got that Parker?”
J. Jonah Jameson was not a man that you said no to. Not even if you were Spiderman. But right now, facing him wasn’t Spiderman. It was Peter. Peter Parker. Lowly photographer for the Daily Bugle. While his rise to fame was taking the most amazing action shots of himself in costume, this assignment was different. This time from the wondrous mind of Mr. Jameson himself, he was forced to team up with Lois Lane. The pompous, arrogant, holier than thou super witch of the Daily Planet.
“C’mon!” Peter said shaking his head. “Can’t you send anyone else? I’d rather take photos of the grass growing, or the annual snail races down the side of the Empire State building. Anything but a week with that woman!” Peter recalled what Mary Jane had called her after the last time they were forced to work together. MJ called her the “frigid Superman groupie.” And that phrase fit Lois Lane to a capital T.
Jameson slammed his large fists on his desk, knocking over his Editor-in-Chief name plate off the desk. “Get your butt and your camera moving!” he screamed at Peter. “This isn’t a negotiation. You want to keep that camera around your neck and get a paycheck then you will be at that airport ten minutes ago!”
“All right!” Peter finally retorted throwing his hands in the air in a sign of defeat. “But there’s no way I can get there ten minutes ago. Unless you know how to turn back time and…” But seeing the look on his editor’s face he quickly took the plane tickets from the desk and left the office.
Outside of the Daily Bugle, Peter hails a cab and heads towards the airport. Reaching into his pocket he dials Mary Jane. When he hears her voice, a smile crosses his face. “Hey MJ. Listen. I’m gonna have to postpone dinner. I’m stuck going on flashbulb duty with that frigid groupie again.” He cringed as he waited for MJ to reply. Quickly her voice came across his earpiece. “Again? How long are you going to be? Will you make it back for our anniversary?”
Peter hated to break the bad news. “A week. Tops MJ. Listen I’m really sorry about this. But you know how Jameson gets. Even got the whole job threatening thing today. I’m heading to the airport as we speak. Oh and MJ? Don’t worry. She’s not my type remember? I have a soft spot for red heads.”
“Uh huh. Just remember. You’re a married man now.” With that MJ hung up the phone, tossing the receiver against the wall. To say that she was upset was an understatement. Their anniversary was a few days away. Their first anniversary. And Peter wasn’t going to be there. Deep down inside, the tears fell. But soon they were replaced by the anger she kept brewing.
Meanwhile….Metropolis….
Lois held the first class ticket in her hand. “But why Peter Parker?” she asked her editor, Perry White. “Can’t I take Jimmy Olsen? This Parker guy isn’t exactly the best photographer around you know. Hardly worthy of my story.” She wasn’t angry. It was sheer frustration. “I could probably do a better job snapping pictures myself,” she said. But Perry White was a stubborn man. And no matter how many awards she had, or how many Pulitzers were associated with her name, she was still an employee. Of Perry Whites. Of the Daily Planets.
She tossed her hands up into the air in a sign of defeat. She was going half way around the world for the story of a lifetime. And her only company was Peter Parker. If only she could get in touch with Clark, for some of his dry humor somehow this mission would be more bearable. But instead, he was traipsing around the universe saving the world from all the bad guys. Sometimes, she hated herself for being so selfish. But most of the time, she understood completely. This was one of those selfish times.
Without another word, she was en route to the airport. And within an hour she was on board waiting for the plane to take off, whipping out her book of crosswords.
“Hold that plane!!!!” Peter screamed as he ran through the terminal. Late as usual. MJ used to joke that he would be late for his own funeral. He believed it. The looks of annoyance were abundant from the flight attendants as they held the plane just for him. “Sorry!!!” he called out, tossing his boarding pass at the pretty blonde attendant and rushing down the hallway towards the plane.
Boarding he heard the plane door slam behind him as he made his way through the plane to find his seat. The ice princess was already there, taking the window seat. Without any grace, he fell into his seat, elbowing the book of crosswords right out of Lois’ grasp. “Late as usual,” she said to him, leaning down to retrieve it.
“Would you believe there was a ninety car pileup on the interstate?” he asked her, flashing a smile. “Not likely,” she replied. “Your professionalism isn’t exactly stellar,” she replied, annoyed. “Yeah well I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kind of guy,” he replied.
Leaning over to look at the crossword book, he pointed at the page. “Arachnid. 8 letter word for spider. Number four down,” he said. Lois glared at him. “Thanks,” she said to him. “But I think I can handle this on my own,” she barked back, just as the flight attendants were doing their pre-flight preparations, including informing them all about the supplied barf bags and emergency exits.
As the plane began to rumble and move down the runway, Lois held her breath. Peter looked at her and said, “You know, that shade of blue matches your suit perfectly.” But Lois had a fear of flying. Not when in Superman’s arms…but in huge metal airplanes. She let out a gasp of air and grabbed a hold of Peter’s hand. “Tell me we aren’t going to die….”