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.


PETER PARKER AND JACKIE LOGAN HAD ONLY BEEN GOING OUT TEN DAYS WHEN MAY PARKER HAD TOLD PETER SHE WANTED TO MEET JACKIE LOGAN.

"What do you mean she wants to have dinner tomorrow?" Jackie asked Peter as she tended to a cut on his forehead. He'd accidentally fallen from a lamp post.

"She wants to invite you over for Thai," Peter told Jackie. She was hovering over him while he was sitting on the patched quilt her grandmother had made for her at birth.

"I don't-"

Peter, with a faux pout, took her hands in his, "Come on, I met your gramps."

"She'll hate me," Jackie voiced, with a hint of worry, at which Peter scoffed.

"What?"

"She won't hate you," Peter said. He pulled her down to sit next to him.

"You don't know that," Jackie whispered.

"Course I do. I'm Spiderman."

Jackie rolled her eyes. "Now, that's reassuring."

"She won't hate you. Wanna know why?" Peter lifted a hand and ran it through her hair. It was soft, like the fur of a stuffed animal.

"Yes."

"She won't hate you because I don't."

"Aw," Jackie cooed and cupped his cheek. "Aren't you a cutie?" The pad of her thumb skimmed his blushing cheek.


Jackie couldn't help but tap her foot as she waited in the hallway of Peter's building.

Tap, tap, taptaptap, tap, taptap-

The door opened to a smiling Peter Parker. He was wearing an obviously worn NASA t-shirt and a flannel Jackie made a mental note to steal one day in the future.

"Hey! You showed!" Peter joked.

"Haha," Jackie said sarcastically. She reached up to the single curl that dropped down and hung loosely against his forehead and tugged.

Peter stuck out his tongue at her. He opened his mouth when an older woman's voice cut him off.

"Peter!" The voice called, "Let her in!"

Peter moved to the side of the door frame and smiled his signature smile, reassuring her once again.

As Jackie walked into the apartment, she took note of all the pictures on the wall. They were of three people: Peter, a man who had Peter's curls and nose, and a woman with brown hair and tan skin.

"You're Jackie!" The teen in question jumped a foot in the air. She turned with a pounding heart, to face a woman, the one from the pictures.

The woman was wearing the same full moon glasses she was wearing in a few pictures; though they looked fairly recent. The woman- Peter's Aunt May -seemed to have aged ten years since it had been taken.

"I am," Jackie said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement. "You're his Aunt May." That sounded like a question too.

Jackie felt Peter come to her side. She ignored the face he was making, biting back a smile, and instead focused on his aunt.

"I am." An awkward silence fell over the group as Aunt May bounced on the balls of her feet, obviously excited.

"We already ordered," his Aunt May said, pointing towards the round kitchen table. "Peter said you like Mee Siam."

"I do," Jackie nodded, "Thank you."

Peter's knuckles brushed against Jackie's. She quickly moved her hand away so his Aunt wouldn't see and stiffly followed May to the table.

"Would you like any soda?" May asked. "We have Coke and Mountain Dew."

"Coke, please," Jackie said, taking the seat across from Peter.

"You are so polite," May gushes as she poured drinks.

Jackie blushed at the compliment. "Thank you," she murmured. Was Peter's heart beating this fast when he met her Abuelo?

"You're welcome." May set the cups on the table and took her seat between Jackie and Peter.

"So, I've heard a lot about you," May said.

"Really?"

May nodded. "If Peter isn't talking about the latest thing him and Ned built, he's talking about you-"

"May!" Peter shouted into his Pad Thai, red-faced from obvious embarrassment.

"What has Peter said about me?" Jackie asked, hiding a smirk with a small smile.

May, ignoring Peter, smiled. "Just that you're smart and really nice- oh! And really pretty."

"Aunt May!" Peter whined.

"What? It's true!" May turned to a bright red Jackie. "So, tell me about yourself."

"Uh, well, what do you want to know?" Jackie stuttered, nervously twirling her fork in hand.

"Do you have a job?"

Stitching up vigilantes. "Babysitting."

"You like kids?"

Jackie shrugged. "They're okay, I guess. I'm better with babies than actual kids."

May nodded. "Are you in any clubs?" she continued.

"A few," Jackie said modestly, making Peter snort into his Pad Thai. She whipped her head towards him. "What?"

"Nothing," Peter chuckled. "Our definition of 'a few' must be pretty different seeing as you're in every single club ever founded."

"I am not in 'every single club ever founded'." Jackie said with finger quotations, "I'm just in a lot."

"So," May asked, cutting Peter off, "Which are they?"

"Uh," Jackie set her fork aside so she could use her fingers to count. "I'm on the yearbook, the school newspaper, the Law Club and the Debate Team, GSA, Student Government, Model UN, National Honor Society, and Film Club."

May looked at Jackie like she'd grown another head or two.

"And you have time for all this?"

Jackie nodded.

"How?"

"Well, GSA is during lunch on Wednesdays, and the Yearbook and School Paper are run by the same people every Tuesday and Thursday after school. Same with Law Club and the Debate Team, only we meet before and after-school on Mondays. The Student Government meets Fridays during lunch and Film only meets once a month."

"Wow," May said, "I'm impressed. I'm sure your grandfather is too."

Jackie beamed, warmth flooding her veins. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, honey." Aunt May smiled, adding to the warm, homely feeling within Jackie.

Peter, as he watched his aunt talk to Jackie, couldn't help but think that the only thing missing from this picture perfect scene was his uncle, Ben, cracking corny jokes and stuffing his face with Kung Pow Chicken.

"So Pete," Jackie wondered, genuinely interested, "What is the latest thing you've built?"