Peter Parker Jobs Novels & Stories

After supper, Peter went to see Jason. "Mr Haward, I have a suggestion. I want to run by you," Peter began, and Jason gave him the go-ahead. "My qualification is not helping me much in my search for a job. I was thinking of becoming an Uber driver," Peter said. Jason raised his eyebrows looking at him but started thinking about what Peter had suggested. Peter, seeing that Jason was silent, knew he was thinking about what he had just said, so he decided to add more information that would make his suggestion a good one.

He slid up angrily because he had already called him thrice but he didn't pick up his calls. "I had given some work to you," He directly yelled at him. "I know but there is nothing to tell you, she is already working in your company," Peter casually announced shrugging off his shoulders. "What?" Austin knitted his eyebrows. "Yes, she is working at your fashion hub, whose in charge is Mr. Alpesh Patel, your Grandpa's favorite old friend," Peter informed him and a wicked smile spread over his lips. "Great!" He whispered. "Now, may I continue my make-out session? I called you before you disturb me, understand?" Peter asked and Austin hung up the call without answering him.

Peter's pov I'm Peter Ace Carnell, a 16-year-old. I can say that I'm not that good at school, but I'm good at selling things, sports, boxing and, for my luck, I'm good at programming especially hacking. My life isn't easy. I live with my mother. I work in the Blackstone mafia as a stealer, so I steal cars, jewelry, money... Sometimes I distribute drugs and even sell them. Anyway, I was punished by the men in the mafia several times but not as harshly as the other kids working here. Once one of the leaders got really angry with me and hit me with the belt. I'm really scared of belts to the point that I don't wear one.

“They’re just fun to watch. Narcos, Peaky Blinders, Money Heist, Breaking Bad… They’re just so interesting.” Peter laughed. “With the money the bastards make from that business, I’d take a job in selling drugs over being a boring barman any day. Rotting away here for the rest of our lives, working our asses off… When there’s people who just have to sell a few drugs to make thousands and thousands. Shit isn’t fair.” I giggled in response. “You can say that again.” I trailed off my sentence, narrowing my eyes. “Peter, pour me a Jack Daniels. I’m gonna need some fuel if I’m gonna make it till the end of tonight with all these customers,” I sighed.

Was he working on something new? I pulled up a new screen on my laptop to check his itinerary for the rest of October. The only unchecked item on the list was a meeting with the CEO of Sterling Corps, Indiana’s most popular weaponry dealers. I still hadn’t figured out why Mr. Parker was trying to meet up with them when the company had a dealer. But I wasn’t in the position to ask that question. My job description as an assistant required obeying the boss’ orders.

Whoever that was now. Peter was almost three, full of energy and impossible questions. My mom, bless her, loved helping out. But I couldn’t keep hiding behind her forever. I needed to work. Really work. Not just for the money—but to feel like I mattered again. Like I could build something of my own. That’s when I saw the posting. I wasn’t even actively looking. Just scrolling through job boards during one of Peter’s naps when I saw it: Titan Weapons Co. – Architectural Intern, Remote Options Available. On F******k.

"No need to worry about me." "If it weren't for your help, maybe I wouldn't be standing here and being able to build my own car repair shop, boss... so I owe you a huge debt of gratitude." What Peter was talking about was his meeting with Peter several years ago, before he accepted his grandfather's offer to move to Italy and accept the position of head of the Aldebrando mafia group.

I smirk "...and sure enough, not to one of your exes" I smile, contentedly at her and turn to Peter. "So, Peter, You now an electrical engineer like you always wanted?" He nods and I smile, my first genuine smile since I got here. I'm happy for him. It was always his dream to be an engineer. "He is. And he works for a top company too...Grace Manufactures and Holdings...the biggest in New York" Molly beams, proudly, reminding me of her presence. GMH? I've heard that before. Then a bulb in my head flicks on...

“Hey… When I graduate, can I look for a job at your company?” “You don’t need to wait until you graduate. I know you’re smart. You can work with me anytime,” Marcus replied, smiling. “Frederick, please set up a secure way for us to stay in touch.” “Yes, Marcus,” Frederick replied, turning to Peter. “I need your full name, address, phone number, and email if possible. Here’s my card.” Marcus then closed the car door and drove off. From that day forward, Peter maintained contact with Marcus and eventually began working for him.

A middle-aged man with brown hair politely nodded at me. "Alpha Aidan, I’m Peter, a private investigator hired by Luna Freya."