Changes 🕷 Peter Parker [ON HOLD]

CHAPTER SEVEN

JACKIE LOGAN HAD NEVER IMAGINED STOPPING A CRIME, NEVER PICTURED HERSELF A HERO, BUT AS SHE WAITED FOR MATT MURDOCK, HER PUEDO FATHER AT THE MOUTH OF AN ALLY ON THE CORNER OF 42ND AND 11TH SHE WAS KIND OF JUST THRUST INTO THE MOMENT.

"What the hell do you kids think you're doing?" A man snapped from the alleyway. Jackie turned to face in and saw that there was a small group of teens holding boxes and a middle-aged man behind them, holding a gun.

"Shit," the boy swore.

"You're not going to steal from my store!" One of the boys threw the stolen items he had in his hands at the ground, "Take the stuff."

"We're really sorry," the girl croaked. The store owner cocked his gun. The girl jumped back and fell with a shriek.

"We'll put it back!" The boy who'd sworn cried as the owner pointed the gun at him and his friends.

"It's too late-" Only before he finished his sentence Jackie leaped over the girl and grabbed the barrel of the shotgun. She threw the mouth of the gun up and kicked the man in his shins. The store owner pushed at Jackie who fell back against the ground, only for her to kick her leg out and sweep his out from under him.

Jackie jumped up and kicked the gun away, only for the store owner to lunge at her from the ground. Jackie punched the man in the face and as he head bounced off the concrete alleyway Jackie turned to the wide-eyed teens who'd been stealing and looked at their stolen merchandise.

"Leave the shit," Jackie told them, "And go home." The girl, still on the ground scrambled to her feet as he pulled her friends away from the alleyway and the pile of laptops they'd tried to steal. She then went to follow only for a loud gunshot to go off above her, which sent her flying to the ground for cover.

"No you don't bitch!" The store owner cried, only for the light above them to explode. Jackie looked up and saw Matt Murdock, still in his suit from earlier that day, hit the store owner. Matt swiped the gun from him and used the but of the shotgun to hit the man in his gut.

Matt turned to Jackie as the store owner lay at his feet, groaning in pain.

Jackie then, from the corner of her eye, saw a boy, a little older than her aim a gun at Matt, and then like she had with the thieves, she just reacted. She lunged past Matt and tackled the boy, kneeing him in the groin.

Matt grabbed Jackie and pushed her up onto the dumpster, the boy got up and cocked his gun, ready to fire. Matt swiped the gun he'd gotten from the store owner at the younger male causing him to shoot at the brick wall above Jackies' head. Matt, with a racing heart, pushed himself off the dumpster and flung himself at the younger man.

He pushed the young man up against the concrete wall and hit him, not once, not twice, not even three times. He just kept hitting him until he went down, unconscious and bloody.

"Jackie," Matt breathed, he turned to the brunette and grabbed her off the dumpster and held her close.

"You're okay? You weren't hit?" Jackie shook her head against Matt's chest.

"No," she croaked as adrenaline left her veins, leaving her to realize what she'd done. What could have happened to her.

Matt pushed Jackie away from him and held her at arm's reach, "Come on," he said, "We need to get home."

The walk home was silent; Matt kept a firm grip on Jackie's wrist, almost as if he were scared she'd somehow spirit away from him in the four-block it took to get back to their apartment.

Once they were home, Matt slammed the door and lead Jackie, who, with a racing heart sat on the couch and stared blankly at the wall.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Matt asked in a growl as he paced in front of her.

"I didn't-wasn't," Jackie mumbled, "I saw the gun and-"

"You jumped in front of a gun twice Jackie! Twice!" Matt yelled. Jackie looked up at him,

"I wasn't going to let him shoot you-I wasn't-I-" I can't lose you too. Jackie's lip quivered.

"I'm sorry," she croaked. Matt sighed through his nose and sat next to her.

"You're okay though?" He asked softly, placing an arm around her shoulders. Jackie nodded.

"Good, I want you to shower then bed. I'll ground you in the morning." Jackie didn't bother to protest, instead, she silently made her way to her room to get clothes and thought that she really needed to stop going to Coney Island.

---

god i wish i had a dad like matt; don't you?

5 comments