Peter Parker

Peter collects his baggage, and once free of the airport, hails a taxi. He isn't too worried about Mary Jane; his wife wasn't in the city. She was on a runway shoot in LA, and as far as the young man knew, safe from harm.

Journalism. Real, actual journalism. Damn. Peter wished he had asked Clark to teach him some tips before this. Such was life. And being a journalist had its benefits. For example...Peter had what many employees dreamed of having. And abusing. An expense account. Not that he was going to abuse it...maybe room service. Once. That was all.

"Taxi. A hotel near Gotham Observatory."

The Observatory being, of course, where the symposium was headed. Peter could have been headlining the event by now. He was, to be blunt, a genius. But he was also Spider-Man. And being a research scientist would take away too much of his time for patrols, unless he worked for SHIELD or the like. And while he liked Nick Fury(sometimes), he wasn't really in the mood. Though maybe Stark had a position open...

Enough fantasizing, though. Time to go to work. Or, in Parker's case, sleeping in the cab, checking into his hotel, then patrol.