Jack Kadere was plummeting fast.
Without a second's hesitation, Gwen Stacy dove after him.
Maybe I went too far this time, Jack thought mid-fall, Should've gone with something less dramatic.
Just as he neared the pavement—
Thwip! A webline snapped out and caught him. Gwen had locked onto him just in time.
But the spider silk stretched under his weight, the elasticity slowing his descent only slightly before—
Whoosh—
Jack kept falling.
In that moment, a flash of déjà vu surged through him.
This is just like that scene from "The Amazing Spider-Man 2"...
The one where Peter Parker tried to save Gwen but miscalculated. The web caught her—but the recoil wasn't fast enough. She hit the ground, neck snapped. A tragic failure burned into cinematic memory.
But this wasn't a movie.
Jack wasn't an ordinary person.
Even if he hit the ground, he wouldn't die.
Still, just before impact— He felt himself caught in something soft… warm.
A pair of arms caught him mid-air.
They didn't crash. They hovered..
Jessica Jones was holding him.She'd flown.
"Huh… I can fly?"Jessica blinked, glancing down at the air beneath them.She hadn't even realized she'd taken off—her instincts had kicked in before her brain caught up.
The moment stretched out—quiet, surreal.
Jack looked up at her, noting the green blood splattered across her armor. Still the same voice. Still her. Just a lot more pissed off.
"Thanks, Jessica," he said, grinning.
Gwen landed beside them moments later, panting. "I thought I wasn't going to catch you in time! That scared me half to death."
Jack, still hanging in Jessica's arms, felt a bit sheepish. This whole "falling off rooftops" scene had escalated too quickly. He muttered, "Sorry…"
"Sorry for what?" both girls asked at the same time.
Jack paused. Why was I apologizing again? Then he remembered.
"I didn't finish what I was saying earlier," he began. "'With great power comes great responsibility'—but there's a second part."
Jessica tilted her head. "There's more?"
Jack cleared his throat, putting on a serious face. "With great power comes great responsibility… and great rights," he said. "You both have the right to judge the ones who hurt people. Gwen. Jessica. You can choose justice in your own way."
The two girls looked at each other.
"...Trial, huh?" Gwen whispered, eyes drifting to the rooftop above.
Their minds returned to what had just happened. To the chaos. The blood. The decisions that nearly cost lives.
That night… They grew a little stronger.
...
...
Back on the rooftop.
On the way up, Jessica had spotted Harry Osborn trying to flee. Without hesitation, she tackled him like a linebacker, dragging him back by the collar.
With Gwen's help, they gave him a swift, two-person beatdown—something between a mixed martial arts session and well-earned retribution.
Jessica dropped the battered figure on the rooftop with a thud. "What do we do with this guy?"
Harry's mask had cracked off during the scuffle, revealing his bruised and swollen face. Jessica gave him a look of disgust. "Didn't expect Harry to follow Norman's path so fast. Disappointing."
She handed the glowing weapon—the lightsaber—back to Gwen.
"Want to put him on trial?" she asked.
"Ah…" Gwen hesitated.
Her hands trembled, but the weight of the night's events… the near-deaths, the danger—it all crashed down on her. And before she knew it, her fingers had grasped the hilt.
Eradicate evil before it spreads. That thought echoed in her mind.
If they didn't stop their enemies now, who knew what might happen to their friends… their families?
But… this was Harry.
A classmate. A friend—once.
And Gwen… had never taken a life.
As she stood frozen, a warm hand gently closed around her wrist.
Jack Kadere.
He silently shut off the blade and pulled it from her hands.
"Don't force yourself," he said calmly. "Follow your heart."
"Jack…" Gwen breathed. The tears welling in her eyes shimmered with relief. He was still the same—always gentle when it mattered most.
Jessica, arms crossed, scoffed. "Tch. That's not fair. I already accidentally killed Dr. Connors."
Jack glanced toward the corner of the rooftop where bits of green Lizard meat still sizzled in the moonlight.
Accidentally…? It was in pieces.
"Let's just call it… slaying a big mutant lizard," Jack offered.
"Not the same," Jessica muttered, but managed a smile. "Still… I'm glad my brother's okay."
Gwen glanced at the groaning figure of Harry Osborn. His face was so swollen he couldn't speak—just let out pitiful whimpers.
"What about Harry... the Green Goblin?" she asked.
Jack shrugged. "Call Captain George Stacy. Let the authorities handle it."
He had no intention of letting Gwen—or Jessica—be burdened further. The message had been sent loud and clear.
"I SAY!"
From a dark corner of the roof, a voice cried out hoarsely.
Peter Parker.
Still pinned under wreckage and barely moving from his fight with Venom.
"Have you forgotten me?! SOMEONE HELP!!"