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.
IN ALL THE TIMES PETER PARKER HAD BEEN TO THE GARCIA-LOGAN RESIDENCE HE'D NEVER ONCE BEFORE ENTERED THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR; ALWAYS THROUGH JACKIE'S BEDROOM WINDOW, WHICH IS WHY, ON A RIPPED PIECE OF PAPER, WRITTEN IN HIS CHICKEN SCRATCH HANDWRITING, WAS HER APARTMENT NUMBER: E6.
Peter Parker had a small five dollar bouquet of flowers that his Aunt May helped him pick out at Mr. Delmar's deli.
Though he'd never gone on a date before Ned, his aunt May and every teen romance movie he had ever watched said to bring flowers when picking a girl up on a date. If he did pick her up. He'd been standing in front of apartment E6 for the past five minutes, trying to muster the courage to knock on the door.
"Come on Pete," he hissed to himself, "Knock. Just knock." Only he didn't have to. When he finally raised his hand the olive green door swung open to reveal a serious looking old man.
He was bald, but the little hair he did have was a salt and pepper color. The old man- Jackie's grandfather -pursed his lips together when he saw the flowers in Peter's' hands.
"Peter?" He asked, raising a brow. The masked vigilante nodded.
"Yes-uh, Si," Peter said, remembering that he spoke mostly Spanish. Her grandfather moved to the side of the door frame,
"Come in," he said politely. Peter hesitated for a moment before rushing in and nearly tripping on his feet.
When her grandfather shut the door Peter could hear his blood rush to his ears as his heart thumped away, loudly. The living room walls were a pale blue, like a robin's egg; the paint chipped away the higher up the ceiling they got and all the furniture was clearly second hand.
"How did you meet Jackie?" Her grandfather wondered, leaning against the door.
"Library," he choked out. Bike thieves, fine. Muggers, okay. But protective male guardians, pass, please.
Her grandfather nodded. "Did Jackie ever tell you what I did before I came to this country?"
"No." Please don't say hit man or SHIELD agent. Please don't say Zodiac Killer. Please don't say-
"I was head of securely for a queen." Oh. Okay?
"That's cool," Peter said, still nervous, unsure of where this was leading.
Her grandfather took two large steps forward and stood in front of Peter. Though the older man was shorter and much weaker than him, there was an air about them that made Peters palms perspire.
"If you hurt my girl you will answer directly to me, and any crimes I commit against you, remember, I have diplomatic immunity in forty-six countries, including Puerto Rico. Understand?" Peter nodded frantically.
"Yeah. Yup. Totally." The old man smirked coyly.
"Abuelo are you scaring him?" Jackie's voice rang out. Both males turned to the girl.
"Of course not," her grandfather said as Peter tried to remember how to breathe. She looked beautiful.
She wasn't wearing anything extravagant, just jeans and a soft looking sweater- under her usual canvas jacket -and yet she looked so beautiful Peter forgot what words were.
"Are those for me?" Jackie asked Peter, looking at the flowers. Peter looked down at the bouquet in his hand and nodded.
"Ye-ah," his voice cracked. In the corner of his eyes, Peter could see her grandfather roll his eyes.
"Thanks," Jackie said, taking the bouquet from him.
"Let me just put these in my room?"
"Sure, no rush." The movie didn't start for two hours anyway.
"So, where are the two of you going?" her grandfather wondered, his accent thick and his eyes never leaving Peter; who looked more like a frightened baby deer than a fifteen-year-old crime fighting vigilante.
Jackie turned to Peter, "Dinner and a movie, sir."
"Adios Mios," she muttered in Spanish, "¿Qué le dijiste a el?" Jackie demanded, placing her hands on her hips as she looked at her smirking Abuelo.
"Nothing," he told her innocently. Though she didn't buy it. She remembers asking her father what it was like to take her mother on their first date only to respond: "Terrifying. Your Abuelo really but the fear of God in me baby girl."
"Bien, acabo de decirle al chico lo que hice cuando eras más joven." Jackie raised a brow, "¿Y?"
"Tengo inmunidad diplomática." Jackie almost threw her hands in the air because what the fuck Abuelo, you don't sort of threaten to murder fifteen-year-old boys! Even if they are white boys who want to take your granddaughter out you don't make thinly veiled threats.
"Sabes que perdiste la inmunidad diplomática cuando te jubilaste." Her Abuelo shrugged flippantly, "No lo hace." Jackie sighed.
Her Abuelo, with a serious expression on his face, turned back to Peter, "What time will the two of you be back?"
"Ten?" Peter said, "The movie starts at seven and it's about and half and I was going to buy dinner before so we coul-"
"I was thinking more nine, nine thirty," her Abuelo said. Jackie opened her mouth to ask if they could have the ten o'clock curfews but before she could Peter nodded and told her Abuelo "Course, sure, nine it is."
Jackie could tell that her Abuelo was trying not to smile, anyone who didn't know him like she did would think he was succeeding, only she saw a sliver of white from behind his lips.
"Stop bullying the boy," Jackie said fondly, "He's a good one."
"At your age," he told her doubtfully, "None of them are good." Sweet Jesus, Jackie knew he had the right to be over protective, that he was her grandfather, but holy fuck he was worse than Jessica and Mr. Matt put together-and those two, as much as Jessica tried to play it off, were professional worry worts.
"Alright," Jackie relented with a sigh, "We should be going."
"Do you have your phone?"
"Yes."
"Mace?" Jackie held up her keys to show a bedazzled can of pepper spray hanging from the key ring.
"Do you have your knife?" When Jackie slipped out her tiny pop out knife from her back pocket Peter looked at Jackie with wide eyes and a what-the-fuck expression.
"Good girl," her Abuelo said as Jackie pulled him into a hug.
"I love Abuelo," Jackie said into his chest.
"I love you too, be safe. Okay? And have fun."
"I will." Jackie pulled back and smiled at the old man as she held the door open for Peter.
"Peter?" Peter froze halfway out the door. He turned to the ex-head of security.
"Diplomatic immunity."
"Abuelo!"
When the door shut Jackie looked at Peter.
"I'm really sorry about him scaring you," she told him.
"Scaring me?" Peter scoffed as the two of them walked down the dusty yellow hall, "I wasn't scared."
"Really?"
"Really." Jackie shrugged.
"Guess when I get home I'll just have to let him know his fear tactics didn't work."
"Please don't."