Advanced Summary: Jackie Logan and her Grandfather moved to a small apartment on the corner of West 54th and 6th five years ago after the incident, and for the past year or so those of the "gifted" kind, whether it be a dunk-ish P.I, a deaf man in a black mask, or a fast-talking Merc, something about her rusty fire escape seems to draw them in when they're in need.

Or maybe it's the cookies she started leaving out after her first super human visit.

Either way, when a kid with spider powers starts visiting her fire escape to Jackie can't help become more invested in him than she is in the others. Of course, the loudmouth Mercenary says she has a crush on him but what does she know, she's an emotionally distant grown up with a drinking problem.


WHEN JACKIE SEES SPIDERBOY AGAIN HE ISN'T VISIBLY HURT BUT HE HAS HIS MASK ROLLED UP PAST HIS LIPS SO HE COULD EAT THE OATMEAL RAISIN COOKIES SHE LEFT OUT.

"Hey Spiderboy," Jackie greets with a smile, "Wanna come in?" Her Abuelo is out for the night so she doesn't bother to tell him to keep his voice down.

"Sure," he said happily. "And it's Spiderman," he whined fondly, soundlessly climbing through her window.

"So what hurts?" She asks Spiderboy as she mostly shuts her window, leaving it slightly open so she could hear someone else if they found their way to her fire escape.

"Nothing," Spiderboy told her honestly. He'd pulled off his mask completely once the blinds were shut. Totally not causing Jackie's heart to speed up.

Jackie ignored the heat coming from her cheeks and instead asked, "Then why are you here?"

Spiderboy looked at his scuffed up rain boots as his gloved hand clamped itself to the back of his neck.

"Because I wanted to see you," he murmured. Jackie beamed. Sure Jessica stopped by every once in a while to check up on her but really the only person she helped that liked to stop by for no reason was Wade. Mr. Matt had this thing where he thought the more he came around the more she'd be in danger and he didn't want the death of a fourteen-year-old girl on his conscious.

"Great!" She winced at her loud voice, "Shit-cool." Spiderboy smiled.

Jackie sat on the corner of her bed and motioned for Spiderboy to do the same. He sat down next to her and Jackie turned to him and cocked her head to the side,

"So what am I allowed to know at this point?" Jackie asked.

"Whatdo you mean?" His eyebrows came together.

"I mean can I know your name?"

"No." Jackie huffed. "Alright, Spiderboy-"

"Spiderman."

"Spiderboy-" Jackie rolled her eyes fondly, "What am I allowed to know about you?"

"I'm fourteen?" Jackie smiled.

"I'm fourteen too. Are you a freshmen too or are you some super genius or like have you been left back a ton?"

Spiderboy snorts, "I'm a freshman."

"Do you go to a school in the area or-"

"In the area, you?" Jackie refrains herself from groaning at his vague answer, not that she expected anything less, "I go to the Eleanor Roosevelt High School."

"Where's that?"

"Over on East 76th Street." Spiderboy knits his eyebrows together and pops his bottom lip out- and Jackie doesn't want to lean over and kis him, like she's in a bad RomCom -before a metaphorical lightbulb goes off above his head.

"That's the one by John Jay park right?" Jackie nodded.

"Are you on any teams or anything?" He wondered. Jackie nodded.

"So many," she said, "Okay so-" she started counting off on her finger, "I'm on the yearbook and the school newspaper, the Law Club and the Debate Team, GSA, Student Government-"

"What are you?"

"Secretary," she told him, "Okay so uh, I'm also-"

"There's more?" Spiderboy asked, looking both amused and horrified, "What are you Supergirl?"

"No, just Jackie. Anyway, I'm on the Model UN, National Honor Society, and the Film Club." Spiderboy stared at her with a mixture of awe, pride and a hint of fear.

"What're your grades?"

"I have, uh," Jackie bit her lip for a second as she thought, "Eighty five-point-nine average."

"How the hell are you able to do all that? I'm having trouble doing this-" he pulls at his jacket, "And keeping my grades up."

Jackie shrugged, "Well I literally get home at like seven every day, so there's that, but my last class is lunch so I just do my homework then and I'm free the rest of my day."

"Yeah but you're on like everything."

Jackie shrugged, "I have a lot of interests. And besides my college application is going to look great."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Columbia, I want to major in Law while minoring in Political Science, you?" Spiderboy blinked at her because holy fuck she had to be the most put together freshmen ever.

"Probably Baruch," he said, "I wanna do journalism."

"What like New York Times journalism or TMZ journalism?"

"I want to work at the Bugle." Jackie snorted, "I've read horror stories of people interning there, man Spiderboy I know you can take on criminals and all that but like, James Jamesson? You want to deal with him on a daily?"

"He's a great reporter," Spiderboy defended.

"He talks shit about you every night." Spiderboy deflated. Jackie sarcastically pat his shoulder.

"There, there," she said. "Do you have any pets?" Spiderboy shook his head,

"My building has a 'No Animals' policy," He said, "Why don't you have any?"

"My abuelo is allergic to pet dander. I mean I guess I could get a snake or something but-" she shrugged, "-I don't know I want a dog or something to cuddle at night. Ya' know?"

"You speak about your grandpa a lot," Spiderboy said, Jackie knew what question was coming, "If you don't mind me asking-"

"My parents died. They were at home when the incident happened." Spiderboy sucked up a deep breath, just as everyone did when they remembered the day everything changed. Before that day Captain America was just someone you learned about in History and aliens were something you imagined, but now the Star Spangled Man With A Plan and an alien who called himself a God lived in Upper Manhattan.

"Mine," he said after a moment, "Died in a plane crash when I was a kid." Jackie reached over and grabbed his hand, he didn't jump or move it so Jackie kept her hand there.

Spiderboy looked at her and she smiled gently at him, "I know I didn't know them but I think your parents would be pretty proud to have the latest New York Vigilante as their son."

Spiderboy moved his hand do their fingers could be locked together, "Thank you," he said quietly. Jackie jerked her head back in a way that said 'No problem'.

"What's your favorite TV show?" He asked.

"Angie Tribeca," she said, "You- no wait let me guess! Is it uh," she bit the inside of her bottom lip, "Bones? CSI? Law and Order?" Spiderboy snorted and shook his head,

"Rick and Morty, Wrecked, and the Simpsons."

"Thank god you have good taste," Jackie said.

"What constitutes as bad taste?"

"Family Guys, American Dad, shows that depict violence against women and minorities funny."

"Do you have any allergies?" Spiderboy wondered.

"A ton," she said, "I'm allergic to pink and yellow dyes in processed food so I can't have-" she sucked in a deep breath, "-Hot Dogs, icing, whipped cream, American cheese, jello, marshmallows; like those make me break out into hives but avocado will straight up kill me. So will Loganberries."

Spiderboy looked at her for a moment, the same way everyone does when they find out what she can't have, "You're missing out."

"I know. But hey eat a second hot dog for me when you can, 'kay?"

"Sure. So what's your birthday?"

"October 6th, you?"

"August 5th."

"Are you in a relationship?" Jackie asked. Spiderboy shook his head.

"No, I'm single. You?"

"Same." Neither party realized that they both tightened the grip on the others hand after that.