Deleted Scenes #2
Sorry for the long wait, but back by popular demand another Deleted Scene from the movie Spiderman 2, thank you everyone for the wonderful feedback. You don’t need to read the first one to understand this one but the first isn’t a bad story if I say so myself. I hope you enjoy the story also, don’t hesitate to vote.
The organs blared out the loud drowning wedding song.....dum dum da dum.....dum dum da dum. Capt. John Jameson stood with his back held high just like they taught in NASA. Here he was at 26 years old marrying and upcoming redhead actress named Mary-Jane Watson. Everyone had shown up to his wedding; his folks, his grandparents and some NASA and old school buddies. As the music drowned out everything in the room John looked to the door waiting for his woman to come through. The wedding had almost been delayed with the kidnapping a few weeks ago by Doctor Octavius aka Doc Ock. John had been mad with worry and his father was walking around blaming himself for making Spiderman give up. The music was still playing; people were on their feet getting looking back waiting as the bridesmaids walked in and then steeling himself he waited to see his beautiful wife....I mean fiancée walk through the door. All the sounds, the low murmur of people whispering and the organ music, the shuffling of his best friends behind him they all faded out. His friend Tom who was his best man clapped him on the back. Before the wedding while he and Mary Jane were courting he kept saying how John was a lucky man. He didn’t know how lucky. He looked up lost in thought, Mary Jane still hadn’t walked out. Looking around he noticed the low murmur had become a dull roar. Mary Jane seemed to be missing. A low clapping noise began to get steadily louder and the voices got softer as they expected Mary Jane to walk through the door. Instead her maid of honor, Patty something walked in briskly, she handed John a note and he read it, looked up and walked briskly down the aisle and out the door.
"Damn!" Jonah Jameson aka JJ thought silently. As he left to follow his son. This was his pride and joy, even more important then his newspaper the Daily Bugle though many people wouldn’t have believed it if he had said it. His son disappeared around a corner and went into a room. Looking around J.J entered the room and slowly closed the door behind him. His son, Capt. Jameson was sitting on the floor, his eyes looking upwards and his breaths coming out in short irregular breaths.
"Son are you all right?" he asked in a low voice,
John handed him the note silently, it read
John,
I love you, you have been there for me when everyone else wasn’t.
I don’t know when things in my head became so muddled,
Probably when I was Doc Ock, being so close to death, I was
So frightened but it wasn’t you in my thoughts who comforted me
It was someone else. I cant be your perfect wife if I think of
someone else. I hope in time you can forgive me for getting cold feet.
Mary Jane
JJ read the note twice and then silently handed the note back to his son.
"Is there anything I can get for you John?"
"No dad just leave me alone." John replied.
Nodding to himself, JJ left and shut the door. His wife walked up to him,
"Have you seen John?"
Shaking his head no JJ replied "We should give the boy some time, lets just nod our heads and thank the guests for coming."
JJ looked once more at the closed door and left with his wife. The guests left in an orderly fashion, some left words of comfort others left with a look on their faces saying, "ha ha sucks for you" or "damn we didn’t even get fed".
Later that night JJ was tired from all that fake smiles, the nods to the words people left. While getting ready for bed he looked at his wife,
"I can’t believe that girl left our son at the altar?"
"I always thought she was a good girl too." his wife chimed in "I guess I’m not that good a judge of character I thought."
"Let’s just try to get some sleep and we'll try to figure out something tomorrow," JJ said as he turned out the light.
"Good night honey," his wife said.
"Good night."
JJ felt his perfect dream of him fucking Mary Jane broken up as a hand shoved him roughly.
"Whhhhzaaat?" he asked groggily as he tried to get his surroundings.
"Jonah, honey something is downstairs, check it out."
"Huh?" JJ started to ask when he heard a loud thump resonating from his kitchen.
Reaching under the bed he grabbed his bat and slowly padded down the stairs. For a man reaching 58 Jonah Jameson was in great shape. He worked out in the gym every day and he when he couldn’t get there he worked out in his basement in the personal gym that he and his son had put together. JJ's muscles bunched up like springs ready to beat the shit out of anyone that decided to break into his house on this stressful night. He tightened his hands and thought silently,
"Please be a robber, I just need to beat the shit out of someone."
There was a crash in the kitchen, this time louder. "Obviously not a good robber," JJ mused to himself. Maybe he would write a small column about how crime in New York was starting to rise again, yeah and then he could blame it on Spiderman. Laughing to himself he walked down the stairs, the kitchen was illuminated by the light over the stove, looking in cautiously he saw John strewn across the floor. Dropping the bat he rushed forward to check his pulse. "Please God don’t let anything happen to my boy," JJ prayed to himself. Feeling a strong pulse JJ pushed his son onto his back.
"OH SHIT!" he cursed loudly. His son smelled like 2 bit whores and a beer bottles that have been left open and out to long. Sighing loudly he pulled his son upstairs to get him cleaned up. As he changed his son's clothes he remembered when he vowed he would never see his son hurt and he began to formulate a plan....of revenge.
In the morning his wife asked him where John was, he pointed upstairs.
"Honey I think its time we go see Mary Jane." JJ said.
"What to try to convince her to marry John, she has stated she doesn’t want to."
