Hey. How's it hangin'? Heh. I'm Spider-Man. Kinda. I'm more of a Captain Marvel. But not yet. Ma's always up my ass about responsibility and all that. Preachin' at me like Uncle Pete! I swear…. It's a confusing time. I'm in high school, sort of into girls… but then people bug me about havin' two Mom's all the time so girls like automatically think I'm gay. I dunno what I am dude, I'm seventeen! (SUMMARY)

6:32 PM

Gerry's brain won't stop letting thoughts roll around his head like a huge bowling ball. He's been staring at his ceiling that's had the same crack in it since he was nine when threw a replica of Thor's hammer at it on 'accident'. His room is covered with posters of skateboarders he idolizes more than superheroes, unlike everyone else he knows. However, he does have one small poster of Hawkeye by his bed. His Mom doesn't approve, even if it's Kate Bishop and not Clint Barton. The dim sun from outside shines through his crooked miniblinds, and the fall leaves tap his window again and again.

Loud music blasts through his ears, and he smirks, thinking about how if his Ma heard just how loud they are, she'd probably start yelling. Then he frowns, thinking about Carol tends to make him do that as of late. His eyes zoom over to the five social media pages he has up at once on his desktop. I'm sure they all got somethin' to do with Ma, too.

Beep Beep.

Gerry clicks his phone open and smiles a bit. The text from Annie says,

"Hey. I'm at Love Park. Come over here already."

"I guessssssssss." Gerry smirks when he sees that her next text is a pissed off cat face.

A weird thumping started shaking his closet door, and Gerry pulls the earbuds from his ears and sits up on his messy bed.

"Um…" Gerry's eyes widen and he chucks his phone behind him. HISSSS! "Oh God!" He jumps off the bed and almost falls into the door, tripping over his own big sockless foot. He braces the door then swings it open.

"MRWW!"

"Ugh Chewie, you dick. Stop doin' that! It's creepy shit and I hate it." Chewie whacks his toe and paws at his door. He sighs and opens it.

"Hey kiddo." Gerry jumps, and Carol still towers over him and he shrugs embarrassedly.

"Uh. Hi." Chewie brushes between his bare legs and slowly, like the old girl she is, nudges Carol, who lifts her with a tired smile.

"I was just gonna ask if you wanted to come with me to practice yo—"

"—No. Again." Gerry rolls his eyes and itches his leg over his baggy red and black flannel shorts. "Stop asking. Please."

"Oh come on. You're old enough to—"

"—Make my own decis—"

"—Stop." Carol frustratedly taps her foot and lets Chewie down. "You're doing your bratty teenager thing. It's not a cute look." Gerry grits his teeth and the glass doorknob he's holding onto groans. Ccr.

"It's not a bratty teenager thing, it's how I feel." Crrrrr. Carol rolls her eyes and runs her hand over her neck, scratching slightly through her shoulder-length hair.

"I wish you'd just realize you have so much potential to be so great, Gerry. If you'd just let me HELP—"

"I. Don't. Want. Your. Help!" CRR—DSH! The glass handle shatters in his hand and shards explode everywhere. Both he and Carol look at it with aggravation sitting heavy on their brows. WHOOSH! Carol flies and within a blink she's cleaned it up with a dirty green dustpan she got from the kitchen. Gerry huffs and whips open his closet, pulling a loose plastic drawer open and shoving his feet into socks with holes on the heels. Carol stops what she's doing and stands up, knee popping, and looks at him with bored and narrow eyes.

"Storming out again?" Gerry says nothing, biting the inside of his cheek. He brushes her shoulder and stomps out of the room. Carol follows hot on his heels. Within the fifth year of having Gerry, Jessica and Carol moved to Upper Manhattan and got a bigger apartment by just one room. Jessica still gets a kick out of remembering seeing Carol pale at the price. The whole apartment was like an L shape, with the longest part being the stretch of three doors; first Jessica and Carol's room, then the bathroom, and at the very end, Gerry's room. The kitchen and living room were connected just like the last apartment. Gerry always hated the walk to the exit, especially when Carol's angry heat burned the back of his neck. The TV was mumbling some nonsense and Gerry breathed hard.

"Mom! Can you tell her to leave me alone for once?!" The familiar sigh and a click of the TV makes Carol even more frustrated.

"Jessica. Please. Back me up this time." Gerry and Carol stumble into the living room and cross their arms over their chests refusing to make eye contact with one another. Jessica takes a sip of her hot peppermint tea and looks at them over the back of the couch.

"Gerry. I understand you have feelings, but so does she. And Carol, we talked about this. If he decides to leave, let him. You're both one in the same... and a bloody pain in my neck."

"What the hell kind of—" Carol throws her head back and Gerry does the same thing.

"MOM! PLEASE. I told you both I don't WANNA be a damn 'hero'! What don't you get?!" Gerry feels like his back is burning up through his oversized red and white baseball tee. His hands starts feeling a familiar current of electricity shock his fingertips and he shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Come here, love." Jessica pats the spot next to her on the three seater she's sitting in the middle of. Gerry's shoulders drop and he shuffles over. Bff, the couch cushion groans. Jessica runs her hand over his strong shoulder blades and he leans into the touch. Carol leans over the couch, folding her hands together and resting her chin on Jessica's shoulder. "Look. You're just like her." Gerry's lip stiffens. "And you seem to be in that lovely stage where you think anything related to your parents is bullocks. You'll be out of that in no time once you realize who we are."

"Man I know who you are. That's the problem. I literally can't talk to anyone without them spitting out shit about you two. Especially Ma." He looks at her with disdain clear on his face and Carol sucks in a breath.

"Gerry. Don't be disrespectful."

"I ain't bein' di—Whatever. Sorry." Gerry looks at his feet and frowns. "Look it just sucks. N' to think that one day you wanna push that stuff on ME? There's no way. I hate the attention it brings, Ma."

"Then they don't have to know it's you. Wear a mask like Peter."

"Uncle Pete was the first spider. There was no legacy garbage. Everyone knows I'm your kid. I'm either gonna be a Spider-Man or a Cap. N' I don't wanna be."

"Well," Jessica slaps her own thigh, "You don't have to be either of those things. You can just be Gerry." Carol lifts her head and raises a brow. Gerry looks at her just as confused.

"R-really?"

"Of course." Jessica smiles slightly and taps her finger against his nose that looks identical to hers. "That is, until you start feeling a specific sort of tingle." Carol and Gerry look at each other and silently think, the hell is she saying? Jessica throws her hands up. "Spider-sense. Fools."

"That was not… obvious. Like at all." Carol sniffs back a laugh.

"Shut up," Jessica flails a hand behind her and smacks Carol's left bicep. "I'm saying sooner or later you're gonna feel something about being… super. It's unavoidable. You'll see someone in trouble and it's an instinct. You have to act. It's a compulsion. And it's not a bad one to have." Gerry doesn't say anything, he just stares at his parents with a sudden uneasiness.

"Look I just… ain't ready yet," Gerry mumbles. Carol looks down at her feet and Jessica turns her body to look at Carol.

"Carol."

"Hmm."

"Your turn," she says impatiently. Carol's lips bunch up on one side and she walks over to the couch. Bff. She folds her calloused hands together in her lap and wracks her brain to think of the right thing to say.

"...Sorry kiddo." She and Gerry drop their head at the same time. "I know the name Captain Marvel has some heavy connotations, and I know stuff isn't easy for you at school n' work, but really. I'm not doing this to punish you. It's cuz I seriously love you." Carol looks at him even though his eyes are looking everywhere else in the room but her. "I think you'd be a great Captain Marvel when you want to be."

"When I wanna be…." Gerry looks at her then looks away again. Her gaze is too intense and it makes him more nervous than it should.

"Mrrw." Chewie hops on his lap and he pets her idly. The four sit in silence for a few moments. "Hhh!" Chewie's eyes widen and her tongue hangs out for a second before going back in. Gerry's eyes water and he stops petting.

"Dammit," Jessica gently takes Chewie from his lap and puts her on her own. Chewie makes the noise again. "Come on old girl. Let it pass."

Gerry looks away, turning his whole body in the opposite direction and gripping the side of the couch tightly. Carol rubs Chewie's head while Jessica rubs her back. She makes one more noise then it stops. Jessica sighs in relief and looks at Carol who gives her the same look back. Thank you, they both think. Gerry gets up abruptly and starts putting his torn up Vans slip-on pros. He sniffs and Carol stands up, but she hesitates to walk over.

"When are you comin' back?" Gerry sniffs again and shrugs, opening the small closet that barely fits five coats and pulls out his skateboard.

"Probably going to see Annie." Carol nods, not giving him any affection like she feels like she should be right now. He pulls open the front door and gives a quick, "bye," before running down the seven flights of stairs and onto the busy streets of NYC.

….

Carol's hands hang limply at her sides and she watches Jessica comforting Chewie.

….

"She's not gonna be around too much longer."

"Don't make me cry, Jess." Carol sniffs just like Gerry did and rubs her nose. "We're getting old too. Where the fuck did the time go?" She chuckles without humor and rubs her chest through her suit she didn't change out of. "I'm turning fifty in a month. A MONTH. That's kind of terrifying." Chewie hops off and waddles her way to her bedazzled food bowl. Jessica stands up and hugs Carol from behind, pressing her forehead against her upper back and squeezing hard.

"Well at least we get to be old together, yes?"

"Heh." Carol leans her head back, feeling the top of Jessica's head against her own. "At least I'm not old enough to lose my sex drive, right?"

"Oh of course not. How could we have that?" Jessica slaps Carol's backside playful and Carol gives her an annoyed look. "Stop acting like you don't love that."

"I really don't. You're the one that likes that." Jessica smirks at Carol's words and gets on her toes, spinning Carol to face her.

"You know what I'd like now?" Carol eyes her. "A really really really hot foot rub." Carol groans.

"Nothing good as usual." Carol lightly pushes Jessica back with a small grin on her face. Jessica claps her hands together.

"I don't hear any complaining." She jumps on the couch and sticks her perfectly manicured foot in the air. "Come. You never know what kind of reward you'll get." Carol unashamedly pounces Jessica and starts going to town, rubbing, kneading, and tugging Jessica's foot. "Eager aren't we?"

"Yes," Carol breathes with eyes rolling in the back of her head at the thought of getting something more out of this. She cracks each of Jessica's toes and then a lightbulb goes off. "Hey… Gerry's not home right now." Jessica sits upright and her eyes shine. "So… we should…"

"On every bloody piece of furniture." Carol moans and attacks Jessica's mouth with her own, gripping her hips roughly. "Mmmgf!" Jessica kisses back just as hard, and they have some of the best sex they've ever had together that night.

7:21 PM

"My dawg!" Gerry pops his board up, grabbing it easily, and pretends to shoot gang signs at Annie who's standing on her board right in front of the LOVE sign.

"My home-slice-home-skillet-home-biscuit!" She starts popping gang signs also, earning them both dirty looks by tourists, but totally ignoring it, bumping fists.

"How's Uncle Pete and Aunt MJ?" Gerry asks. Annie shrugs and steps off her board, kicking it on it's side.

"I just did my typical teenager thing and stormed out." She shrugs and plays with her curly red hair that's tied in a tight ponytail.

"Same." Gerry puts a hand in his pocket and they stand in silence for a moment until he whips out his phone with a glint highlighting his eye. "Yo… I found some good ass porn yesterday though." Annie smirks and pulls her phone out of her beat up jeans.

"Oh. Me too." They snicker and pull it up quick, flipping their phones around at the same second and gasping. "GOD. DAMN!"

"Wowww!" They stare at the pictures and their eyes twitch. "Look at those hips dude."

"Right?" Annie taps her screen a few times and waves her hand. "And it has been sent."

"Yesss!" Gerry excitedly opens his phone and saves it, shaking his leg. "Girls are hot."

"Indeed." Annie stares at the picture Gerry sent of an anime girl straddling a motorcycle totally naked and closes her eyes to stop the shivering. "Indeed they are." Gerry throws his board down and points at the five stair with the square rail that a buncha homeless people are usually shoving Burger King wrappers into their faces to scare them off.

"Yo no one's there right now. Let's fuckin' DO it. Show me that tre-flip, and backside 5-0." Annie kicks her board up and starts riding over.

"You know I will." And she does. Three times in a row.

"...Fuckin' show off," Gerry mumbles.

"Hey. Fuck you."

"FUCK you! Asswipe." Gerry flips her off and she flips one back, making them both grin. She walks over to him where he's sitting on the stairs she just annihilated and sits down next to him, legs closed together tightly.

"How's stuff with Aunt Carol?" Gerry tsks and rubs his head. "I dunno. It's better I guess. Mom helped a little. But then uh, Chewie started um," Gerry looks away at nothing, waving his hand like that finished his words for him.

"Say it. It's alright."

"Same thing as before," he says with slight irritation, "Cat's fucked." His tone is rough and some take it as insensitive, but Annie knows better. She pats his knee and makes eye contact when he doesn't.

"There's still some time left."

"Y-yeah." He itches his hair that's fluffier on the top and shaved on the sides. Last month he dyed it black, and a small part of him knows it was just to dissociate from Carol a little, if even slightly. Now he looked more like Jessica who he tends to favor right now. His eyes are just like Jessica's too, a dark green, and he always liked having her nose as well as the sharp browline she has. He looks at Annie who looks so much like her Mom that it's almost impossible to see it as otherwise. The only difference is that her eyes are big and brown like Peter's.

"It sucks but, when she is gone, it's not like you'll forget her." Gerry looks down and picks at his shorts.

"I don't wanna—"

"—Ok buddy." Annie pats him roughly on the shoulder and stands up. "Whoever gets to Taco Loco faster has to pay!" She giggles and starts skating aggressively away.

"H-hey!" Gerry curses and hops on his board, narrowly avoiding a huge crack in the concrete. He starts gaining speed and Annie throws a balled up napkin at him, whacking his eyeball. He smiles and thinks to himself, sometimes... sometimes it ain't all bad.

END NOTE: This here is totally a story that's just all from my own head. It isn't based on much of the real comics and is more focused on the two parts I wrote before it. I hope you find it enjoyable nonetheless, and thank you for reading.