in every universe (one shot-s) | JENLISA

stay there, 'cause i'll be coming over

the five times lisa met spider-man and the one time she met jennie (two days to go for pinkchella!!!)

The first time it happens, it's a Wednesday, and Lisa is reading.

She's fallen into the trap of 'one more chapter' for the last five chapters that have put her far past when she was meant to get to sleep; at first it was meant to distract her from the noises of Mary and Shannon going at it and now it's almost 2am and she has a 9am two-hour lecture with a professor that is so boring it's almost not worth going. Thankfully the happy couple gave up about an hour ago but what can she say, Virginia Woolf has always spoken to her. Just as she's finally about to stop her, her window opens and someone climbs through, thudding onto her floor with a groan and an 'ow'. Lisa immediately goes into defence mode, jumping off her bed and making sure that the person stays on the floor with a knee to the middle of their back and hands held between hers.

"Who are you?" she almost growls out, trying to use the timbre of her voice to disguise the fact that someone just fell through her window, someone she does not know, and that is slightly terrifying when she lives ten floors up.

"A- Spider-man, Jesus Christ, let me go." They say, in the low light of her room Lisa's eyes have to adjust to see the red and blue slightly ribbed suit underneath her knee.

Spider-man is the new phenomenon in New York, Rosé is vehemently calling them a menace, a vigilante, Mary admires their spirit even if it's a bit stupid and Lisa? She hasn't thought about it much. It's nice that the people feel safe, though what caused a person to start doing this is far more interesting to her. She appreciates the sentiment; she does not care further about the quote-on-quote 'hero' of New York.

"Does that mean I'm supposed to let you go?" She questions, Spider-man doesn't struggle underneath her grip and Lisa remembers yesterday when she saw them lifting a car to save a child on the news and thinks about the fact that they can probably get out of the grip she has got them in very easily. Spider-man lets out a bark of laughter, their voice robotically pitched lower, she can't see below the mask but she has a feeling that they are smiling.

"Preferably? Pretty please? Your knee is kinda hurting my stab-wound and I thought this was my building." Spider-man complains. "I got that fuckin' wrong." They mutter to themselves.

She immediately gets off them, the irrational part of her mind is wondering if Spider-man is bleeding onto her carpet – it might be a $30 rug from Ikea but she rents this place – the rational part of her brain scanning Spider-man's body for injuries as they roll over with a short groan. There's a rip in their suit, with blood not quite streaming but still oozing from the wound, shit that rug is definitely destroyed. They start to get up and Beatrice stops them with a hand on their sternum. The desire to help trumps the idea of getting them out of her flat, the wound doesn't look like anything she's seen before, she can't just let this person swing to another building.

"Not to be a dick but I kinda wanna go home and stitch myself up and them drink enough to pass-out and I also do not wanna knock you out." They ramble. Again. They don't seem to shut up, words tumble from their mouth, slightly charming while also being a bit irritating.

"You shouldn't drink, it's a blood thinner. It'll take longer to heal." She corrects, stopping herself from reaching out and touching the wound to understand it's severity.

"I'll take the critique and chose not to apply it." They say and Lisa purses her lips, they start to get up again, this time using their strength that knocks her backwards slightly. Spider-man stands and immediately has to take a step to steady themselves before falling into Lisa's arms. "Shit, that's not good." They murmur to themselves, once again. They're smaller than Lisa would expect, it's not like she's very tall and Spider-man in only just past her shoulders.