『Arrangements』

In just a mint colored camisole and ellen brand boyshorts (women's boy cut briefs), Gwen was in her room preparing for bed. Brushing out her hair in front of her vanity mirror at her desk.

Her big blue eyes stared at herself in the mirror, the sound of the bristles of the round cylinder brush curling through her hair. Making her layers more wavy, less knotted.

She had a small smile curved over her lips. She couldn't help but smile at herself. The boy next door, she had finally asked him out. Or more like, bartered with him which he didn't even hesitate to respond to! She rubbed her slender legs together, excited, she wanted to go into a giggle fit. She could feel it building up within her.

Only to come to a complete halt. Her eyes shifted to the window, pursing her lips.

She remembered how he had asked if he could stay over. Her face turned deadpan for a moment, her emotions going inward as a red tinge appeared on her cheeks. "I could've let him," she clicked her tongue behind her teeth, somewhat disappointed in herself for not saying yes.

She turned her attention back to the mirror, her eyes grazing the fade on the side of her head which was now visible for all to see. "How am I going to explain this to my teachers?" She laughed awkwardly to herself, smiling once more, revealing the small prominent gap between her two front teeth.

"I can't tell them that Jack pulled out my hair," she pouted in the mirror for a moment, only to look towards the window again. Her room faced his house, which ironically was also his bedroom at the same level. In a way, she was thankful to the fact that most of this neighborhood consisted of catalogue houses that were all built around the same time several decades ago.

"I wonder how he's doing..." Quietly she stood up, resting the bush on the dresser nearby, before walking around the side of the bed and the couch until she was peering through the window. Moving onto her knees not the reveal herself in front of anyone who just might be looking up to her room.

His lights ere out in his bedroom, but the living room light was still on.

"Perhaps he's watching a movie or something..." Pursing her lips, her eyes drifted towards his front yard before furrowing her brows.

Between the two of their houses, on the street, was a black sports utility vehicle. It was a recent make, probably from the year before, so it was someone with money.

"That doesn't belong to anyone on this street..." She muttered to herself, already getting a relatively bad feeling about this. She turned her head looking towards her bedroom door.

Flexing her eyes, she swore she could hear the squeaking of the wood under someone's feet. No one else was supposed to be home. Was that SUV here for whoever may be in her house?

Who could be in her house?

Her toes curled curiously as she dropped onto the carpeted floor and pressed the side of her head to the ground. She could definitely hear people inside the house. There were three people.

One of them was unwrapping some duck tape. She was beginning to notice her senses were more keen than before. She could hear conversations even from on the street outside, even out off in the city.

"Hmm..." Raising her eyes to her door, peaking out from behind the foot of her bed. She blinked a few times. She could hear the people coming up the steps, trying hard to conceal their presence.

She had two choices, climb onto the ceiling and hope she can fool them into thinking she wasn't in the room, or she could go out the window. Climb onto the roof and hope no one outside sees her practically naked on the roof.

Her face scrunched up at the idea of being seen by anyone, especially Jack of all people!

Curling in her lower lip, she moved onto all fours and wandered back over to the window. There was a far greater chance of avoiding a direct confrontation if she went out the window. That and if she could get Jack's attention, she wouldn't have to fight in her pajamas!

Being seen in her underwear though was still clearly not the kind of attention she wanted from anyone.

That and she had no idea what the people wanted. She was in a vulnerable state of attire, anything could go down and that was most definitely the last thing she would want to happen.

Pushing the window open, she then looked at her hands. "Please hold..." She murmured before poking her head outside. It wasn't at all that dark outside, but it was dark enough for her to avoid being noticed right away. Mostly because her clothes were practically pastel in color and not too vibrant.

Squinting her eyes at the SUV, she noticed there was no one inside of it. That made it a little easier to escape without being noticed, right? Pulling herself over her dresser and out the window, she used her new found spider powers to cling to the wall with her fingers and toes.

She then proceeded to close the window from the outside, before climbing down to the ground level and peering through the window directly beneath her bedroom.

In the kitchen was a single person out of the three who had entered the house. He was wearing rubber gloves, and a cleaners suit. Chills immediately ran down her spine as she dropped down onto the grass.

There was definitely something going on in her house and she was the target, cause she heard her bedroom door burst open!

"...Shit..." She cried mutedly, standing up into a crouch and swiftly moving across the side of her lawn and onto Jack's property. From what she remembered, the window below Jack's room was also a kitchen. She blinked a few times though as she could hear the garbage disposal.

How come she couldn't hear that from when she was in her bedroom? She narrowed her eyes on the house and started to notice that it had been sound proofed. "Whoa.." She muttered quietly, pressing her hands to the wall and pulling herself up to the window and peering inside.

Jack and Gwen immediately locked eyes, she blushed and nearly fell from the wall, while he on the other hand hardly even reacted except for the faint flush on his pale face.

"Gwen...?" He reached up and pulled the heavy duty window open, "What're you doing?"

"There are people in my house..." Gwen muttered quietly as not to be heard by the people in the room above. She immediately began to crawl up into the window, pulling herself onto the counter. Her legs kicking behind her out the window. "A little help here?" Her blue eyes narrowed on him, before she noticed he was staring at her backside.

The boy shorts were tight, allowing her butt crack to be shown in a low tent-like manner.

She wasn't big, but she wasn't too small. One could consider her a bit bony, but it stilled jiggled given enough movement.

Jack then nodded, a bit delayed as he went to pull her inside by the hands which she was reaching out to him with. Though he quickly tucked his arms under hers, practically hugging her as he pulled in through the partially open window.

The men up in the room were searching everywhere! This was the only room in the house that had a light on. So they believed she had to be somewhere! That was until one of them walked over to the window and just happened to peer out and see the young girls rear disappear into Jack's place.

"We got a problem boss..."

"What is it...?" A man in overalls, white shirt and rubber boots walked over to the bedroom window. Looking out to the lawn before drifting his sights towards the partially open window. "Son of a bitch. How did she get down there, where'd she even get out from?"

There was only the one window and it would be very hard if not impossible to close that window if she had jumped out of it in the first place. That and she would've definitely have been heard if she jumped.

"We're going to have to call the Arranger, tell him we have a problem. She climbed into the neighbors house, the one has been watching." The most of the goons were unaware of who they were actually watching, as Jack was never seen changing into his outfit or leaving his house as his alter-ego.

This man's name was Felix Manning, he knew who Jack was, he was Fisk's fixer. He did what the big man wanted, he made his troubles disappear. Yet it seemed this time, that wouldn't happen. However his cleaning crew had no idea who the person was in the house next door.

"Should we go over and take out the neighbor?" One of the cleaning crew asked.

"No," Felix uttered as he ran his hand through his thinning hair. He was middled aged, had dark smoldering sunken in eyes and a wrinkled forehead. He was rather unhappy with the current developments. "We will return to the big fish and report what happened."

"How did she get out of the window though?"

Felix leaned towards the window, his eyes resting on the windowsill outside. It didn't even look like she had rested her hands on it. There were no viable fingermarks, but when he rested his eyes on the upper window, he raised a brow.

There was a handprint, as if she had crawled or pulled herself out of the window, without necessarily gripping something conventionally. As if she had bug. "Well..." He uttered quietly, his eyes narrowing on the house next door. "It seems being a freak is contagious..." Taking out his cellphone, he tapped the screen, typing in his password and selecting speed dial.

"... Mister Wesley, we have a problem. Silkworth's arrangement has failed."