Spider Gwen & The Recluse Assassin

V1: 『PureMornings』

After Murdock and Foggy left the house, with a free breakfast, Jack and Gwen had about an hour until they had to leave for school! This left plenty of time to fetch her uniform from her room, however as Jack was watching outside, his eyes narrowed on a police cruiser which was pulling up to the curb. 

Gwen padded on over next to him as he was standing in the living room window, watching over the street. She raised a brow looking at the cruiser. "Mmm... It's not my dad's car."

It wasn't her father's, but Gwen was pretty certain it had something to do with her dad.

Reaching over, she would lightly grasp his hand in her own, biting the inside of her lower lip. "Think my dad's okay?" She asked looking over to him.

"...He's not on the news, and those uniforms aren't going up to your front door." Jack assured her with ease as she was gripping his hand pretty tightly. Other than chewing on her lip and nearly breaking his hand with her spidey strength, she seemed relatively calm on the surface.

"So, Hero name, go." Jack pointed at her with his free hand.

"Aaaah..." Gwen lulled her head back before letting it fall forward, her blonde hair framing her face imperfectly, for the fact that one side didn't have any long locks to frame her cheeks. "Ghost Spider," she immediately erected her head, a design, a perfect design in her head after thinking about it for so long.

"...Ghost Spider... Sounds reclusive," Jack smugly glanced away from her as he kept a laugh suppressed in the back of his throat.

"Oi!" She gave his shoulder a rather hard love tap, "Don't soil my name choice!"

"...It's not bad... It's definitely better than the generic 'Spider-Woman' or 'Spider-Girl,' Now... Since you have a name, think you'd be able to sketch out what you have in mind? Perhaps I can help ascertain the materials." His eyes were on her now, his form facing her entirely as he turned to do so. 

"I am not a 'Spider-Girl,' do I look like a girl to you?" She gestured to herself with one hand over her chest, all prideful-like with a self-centered smirk across those soft natural lips. "Anyways, I'll show you after school." She made a duck face as she pursed her lips forward. "You have study hall today right?"

"Yes...?"

"Want to go home during study hall?" She asked with a wide smile across her lips.

"Your dad's going to be home."

"We don't have to come back home right away,"  She shifted her toes against the ground almsot bashfully, "We could go shopping."

"...A normal place wouldn't have what we're looking for..." Jack pointed out as she seemed to be playing with his fingers now that she had both her hands on his. "Plus, I'm probably going to end up killing Fisk after school anyways..."

The bashfulness that was once shown, vanished as he spoke of killing Fisk as if it was nothing. Though she was sure killing was probably nothing to him. He was an engineered killing machine, it was what he did. It still bothered her though that he could talk like this.

"I told him not to send goons after either you or your dad. He didn't listen," Jack could easily read how she felt on this. 

"What about having that second chance...?" She looked unto him sternly, her fingers grasping at his hand extremely hard, enough to make him lightly tug his hand out of her grasp.

"Would you rather Fisk continue to try to kill you and your father?"

Gwen frowned as she heard him. She knew in a way he was right. Fisk always got out of jail and the mobster wasn't afraid of killing people he saw as pests or in the way. It appears Jack in some way shape or form was the same way.