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.
TWO DAYS AFTER THEIR KISS JACKIE LOGAN SAT ON HER FIRE ESCAPE AND STARED AT HER FLOWERY PLATE OF COOKIES AND WONDERED IF PETER PARKER COULD STILL FEEL HER LIPS ON HIS BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MUCH SHE TRIED TO FORGET THE FEELING OF HIS THIN, SORT OF CHAPPED LIPS ON HERS, SHE COULDN'T; AND IT WAS REALLY STARTING TO BUG HER.
Jackie's Abuelo had always said she had an old soul, and he was right; she had always agreed with the parents in Disney movies when they told their daughters that they were too young to know love, and yet here she was, lips still tingling and smiling at the mere thought of Spiderboy.
"Hey Cookie," a boy's voice sounded above her. Jackie's head snapped up and a saw boy in bright red rain boots and an equally bright red mask, standing on the fire escape above her.
'Think of the vigilantes and they shall appear,' Jackie thought amused.
"Did you just call me Cookie?" Jackie asked amused. Even though Spiderboy still had his mask Jackie knew he was blushing. She could feel the embarrassment rolling off him.
"Maybe," the enhanced teen said. Jackie snorted. She smirked at him,
"If you come down here maybe I'll share my cookies." Maybe it was because she hung out with Wade and Jessica too much, or maybe it was because she was a teenage girl who went to a New York City public school, but either way, the sentence sounded more suggestive than she'd meant to.
"Depends," Spiderboy said, "What flavor are they?"
Jackie raised the plate, "Sugar you dweeb." Spiderboy scoffed in mock offense, "I help save this city and you call me a dweeb?" Jackie rolled her eyes.
"You help old ladies cross the street!" Jackie knew he did more than that, that he was a real hero, but she couldn't help but pull his leg. Spiderboy jumped down the rusty steps and stood in front of her with his gloved hands on his narrow hips.
"Excuse me?" Jackie could imagine Spiderboy under the mask, brows raised and smile tugging at the end of his lips.
"You heard me," Jackie said playfully. Spiderboy snickered. "I'm hurt you can be so mean to me especially af-" he cut himself off
"After the kiss?" Jackie continued, setting the dish to the side.
"More like kisses." Jackie looked down and blushed.
"Yeah, kisses," she repeated with a small smile. Neither teen spoke for a moment. Spiderboy took a seat across from her on the grate of the fire escape.
"I know," Spiderboy said after a moment, "You kissed me back and everything but do you like me?" He asked. "Like, like me?" Jackie looked him in the eyes- goggles(?) -and nodded.
"Yeah," she told him bashfully, "A lot actually. So you like me?" Spiderboy nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah," he squeaked, "Like a ton like uh-" he stopped nodding and cleared his throat. "Yeah," he said again, this time cooler, "I do."
Jackie grabbed a cookie and held it out to him, "Cookie?"
"Thanks," Spiderboy said as he took the cookie. He rolled up his mask half way so only his mouth and nostrils were showing.
"So how's patrol been?" Jackie wondered as he bit into the cookie. He swallowed, then answered, "Slow. But all the good crimes happen at night, not-what time is it?" Jackie took out her phone and read "6:47."
"All the good crimes happen at night, not 6:47," Peter repeated.
Jackie opened her mouth to say something only to be cut off by the sound of police sirens. Spiderboy jumped up.
"That's my cue," he said. He pulled down his mask and life his arm to swing away only for Jackie to grab it to pull herself up.
"Jackie wh-" Peter was cut off by her rolling up his mask and swiftly placing her lips on hers. Peter momentarily froze, and before he could reciprocate the kiss Jackie had already pulled away.
When she pulled away Peter Jackie looked up at him and winked. "Be safe," she told him, "And text me sometime this week."
"Text you-sure, uh, why?" Peter asked. As she rolled down his mask Jackie could see Peter turning red.
"So we can set up a date."
"A date? You want to go on a date with me?" Jackie rolled her eyes. Jessica had always said boys were dumb but really?
"Yes you dweeb," Jackie told him fondly, another police car rushed the the street, sirens wailing, "Now go save the day."