SUMMARY: First loves are amazing, you smile when you picture them because they're just great, and your blood turns to fire when they touch you and your heart transforms into a marching bands baseline when you see them because they're perfect and all you think is that you want to spend forever with them.
But nothing ever stays the same. Time changes everything, especially people. Jackie Logan and Peter Parker both knew this but as their lives start to spiral out of control and everything to the two teens know start to change will they be able to hold onto each other or will emerge from the fire two completely different people?
PETER PARKER AND JACKIE LOGAN HAD ONLY BEEN GOING OUT FOUR MONTHS, AND YET IT FELT LIKE AN ENTIRE LIFETIME IN HER EYES. The two were at Coney Island, Peter had saved an enter two and a half weeks worth of chore and lunch money so he could take Jackie out for their four-month anniversary.
Though the park had only opened up a few weeks prior, and the weather was still cool, people- "Tourists," Jackie growled as another French woman walked slowly in front of her -were everywhere.
The pair were talking about how to get out of a test he wasn't ready for a boy in Peter's school had set off the fire alarms while they waited in line for the Steeplechase, something they'd already been on half-a-dozen time but couldn't get enough of.
"Jesus Christ," Jackie breathed, shaking her head, smiling, "That's insane."
"Tell me about it, my homework got soaked. Which, alright, was better than Ned's laptop getting wet."
"So what did he get arrested or-" Jackie cut herself off, there were too many people to openly ask if Spider-Man- Peter -had done anything.
Peter shook his head, "He pulled a fire alarm not robbed a convenience store." Jackie snorted.
"Alright then did he get suspended or anything. Once again Peter shook his head.
"No, the teachers have no idea it was him." Jackie's eyebrows rose,
"Then how do you know it as him?" The pair moved forward as one group of people exited the ride and another got on.
"Ned told me and he heard from Abraham who heard from Betty who was told by Liz who was told by Flash, Jason's best friend."
"Jesus Christ," Jackie repeated, Midtown high might have been a school for geniuses but it was just like every other high school in the city. Filled with idiots and gossipy teens.
"So how's being a secretary?" Peter wondered. Ever since Mr. Matt had stopped being Daredevil and decided to just be Matt Murdock, pro bono lawyer, defender of the voiceless, Jackie, who wanted to get the service credits she needed to graduate out of the way, had started interning for him for him.
"It's busy, he's currently working on like eight different cases, basically everything his friend throws his way." Wade said he was burying himself in work rather than grieving for his crazy dead girlfriend.
Peter opened his mouth to say something else when Jackie's ringtone- the Spice Girls Wannabe -started playing. Jackie took her phone out of her back pocket and frowned when she saw the unknown number.
"Who is it?" Peter wondered. Jackie shrugged and put the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Is this Jackie Logan, granddaughter to a Miguel Garcia?" A woman on the other end of the line asked.
"Yes, who's this?"
"Sweetheart, how old are you?"
"Fourteen," Jackie said slowly before once again asking, "And who's this?"
"I'm a nurse at Lenox Hospital. You're grandfather's had an accident." Jackie started swaying, the air in her lungs left but the grip on her phone tightened. She didn't notice Peter frown.
"Accident-is-is he okay?" The nurse sighed.
"You need to come down here right away, we have a lawyer on-"
"Lawyer, why would anyone need a lawyer?" Jackie shouted sharply into the phone, frustrated tears started to prick the corners of her eyes.
"Please just get here as soon as possible." Jackie's eyes flew up to Peters in a panic,
"I need to go," she breathed, her voice wobbly. "My abuelo's in the hospital. I-I need to call Matt, they have a lawyer-why would they need a lawyer? Shit!" She swore as she felt around her coat pocket, "And I need to see if I still have my metro," Jackie rushed out, tearing her eyes away from Peter's so she could simultaneously look for her metro card and scroll through her phone to Matt's contact name, BOSSMAN. Peter placed one hand firmly on her shoulder and another under her chin so she could look at him,
"Call Matt, I'll get us there, okay?" He dipped his head forward, "Swinging is a lot faster than the bus." Jackie took a deep breath of air and nodded.
"Thank you," she said weakly.
"Anything."
Jackie, with a trembling hand, held her phone up to her ear as Peter lead her through the roller coasters line.
Matt picked up on the fourth ring. "Jackie?"
"Matt, I need your help."
"What's wrong?" Never before had Jackie heard Matt Murdock sound so serious, not when they had first met and he had lectured her about taking strangers into her room and patching them up, and definitely not in court when he was cross-examining, someone.
"My abuelo, he's at Lenox Hospital, they said they have a lawyer, I don't-why would they need a lawyer?"
"Jackie where are you?" Matt avoided her question, just like the nurse had.
"Coney Island. I'm with Peter."
"And he's getting you there?" She nodded for a moment and then realized that they were on the phone and he couldn't see she was nodding. Not that he'd be able to anyway.
"Yea-yes."
"Alright, I'll meet you there. I'll handle everything, don't worry." And she didn't; because Matt may not be Daredevil anymore, but he was still a hero. At least in her eyes, he was.
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Jackie Logan's nose burned as she ran into Lenox Hill Hospital. Peter was still behind the Hospital dumpster changing back into his civilian clothing.
"Miguel Garcia," She practically shouted at the woman behind the front desk, "Someone called my grandfather Miguel Garcia had been in an accident. Where is he?" The woman, a heavy white brunette woman with a tiny cross hanging around her neck pressed her lips together and silently typed in the information.
"Room three-eighteen."
"Thank you!" Jackie ran to the elevator when she caught sight of Peter who was just entering the lobby, "Pete!" The curly haired boy turned to Jackie, "He's in room three-eighteen!"
Peter had barely managed to squeeze himself between the elevator doors before they fully shut.
He noticed that there were two other people in the elevator with them, a young African American doctor and an elderly Chinese woman.
Peter slipped his hand in Jackie's, his fingers threaded through hers and he tugged her closer to his side.
He could feel her shaking, and if he strained his ears he could probably hear the erratic beating of her heart.
"Hey," his whispered in her ear as the doctor got off on the second floor, "Everything's going to be okay." Jackie looked up at him, her eyes were glossy with unshed tears.
"You think so?" She squeaked. She could feel her panic slowly melting away and instead being replaced with worry and sadness because what if something terrible had happened to her abuelo? She'd be alone.
Peter didn't answer, instead he tightened his grip on her hand, which only sort of, slightly helped.
When the elevator doors opened Jackie didn't bother to wait until they were fully opened before she shot out- dragging Peter behind her -to where she saw a somber looking Matt Murdock.
She quickly realised that Matt was leaning against the door to her abuelos room. She also realised, when Matt straightened up but didn't move from the doorway, that he was blocking her room entering the room.
"You don't want to see him like that," Matt told her softly. Jackies jaw clenched shut for a moment.
"Well I'll have to see him when I take him home so-" Matt caught her hand as she tried to reach past him and grab the door handle.
"I'm sorry Jackie," Matt said, "But you won't be taking him home." Peter inched closer to her, she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.
"And why not?" Jackie spat. The unshed tears she had been holding back since the phone call started to spill over.
"Your grandfather had a stroke," Matt explained gently, "The EMTs, they didn't get to him quick enough. The machines in there are the only thing keeping him alive right now. That's why they needed a lawyer, he didn't have a will or any medical files-" Matt cut himself off but Jackie knew what he meant. Her abuelo didn't have anything on file to let the doctors know whether or not he'd want them to pull the plug.
"Jacks," Peter mumbled, both him and Matt lead her to the closest available seat, a plastic, teal colored chair.
"I'll make sure the hospital keeps h-"
"No," Jackie said, her voice hollow, "Don't. Abuelo, he," she shook her head, her eyes unfocused and looking at the pale wall above Matt's head, "He wouldn't want that. To be hooked up to all those machines. To be alive but not be able to live." Jackie eyes meet Matt's glasses, she could see herself in the reflection, she could see Peter hovering over her ready to be there and catch her when she broke.
"He'd want you to pull the plug."
HOLY AHIT I POSTED A SEQUEL!
(the fire alarm story actually happened with my friend jason my freshmen year; he did it to get out of a spanish test)
ANYWAY IF YOURE HERE YOY KNOW THE DRILL:
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