may_day (may_day) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-04-18 14:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | benjy parker, may parker, npcs |
Log: The Parkers (sans MJ)
Who; The Spider-People
When; April 18th, afternoon
Where; Outside somewhere
What; Obligatory sibling teasing, Dad making sure nobody dies, and the sticky white stuff.
All the junk with Heath and Jack aside, May was checking in on Benjy every once in a while. Not that their parents couldn't, but Peter didn't get around as well as he used to, and May ... well. May tended to watch over him, anyway. Especially when his hearing aid was broken. Ben had a talent for getting into scrapes (which he must have gotten from their dad) and May had a talent for telling him when it was time to sit down and stop getting into trouble.
Not that it helped much.
"Ben! Benjy!" May was shouting and his back was to her. Duh. Jogging to catch up with him, she tapped his shoulder, moving to get in front of him. "Ben. You're going to slice your foot open again if you keep walking around barefoot." It was a conscious effort, but May was half signing as she spoke; she'd picked it up faster than their parents during that year or so that Benjy had been deaf, but as a person who talked with her hands anyway, getting them into the right positions for sign language had to be done consciously.
Ben's spider senses really made up for a lot of the hearing loss. Yeah, he couldn't understand words when he wasn't closely watching someone's mouth----all he could hear was a lot of mumbling, most of the consonants were lost, so he really had to watch for what was being said. But, his spider senses and the fibers that allowed him to cling to walls really allowed him to sense and feel vibrations.. he had excellent awareness and a surprisingly good sense of balance. That was pretty damn cool, Benjy decided, and every so often going without his hearing aid was probably a good idea. He didn't want to get dependent on it. It worked wonders, but.. it came off, it could be broken----he functioned fine without it. He functioned differently without it, but it didn't seem to bug him.
For May, it was a source of guilt, since it was her fault he was like this, but Ben didn't seem to have much of a problem. He made a face, looking at her and then looking down at his feet. His toes curled, pulling at the grass. "I brought my sneakers," he said, pointing. They were hanging by the shoelaces from the branch of a tree. Clearly, he'd brought them out to please his mother and taken them off again when they got uncomfortable.
"That is not what I meant, and you know it. Mom will throw a fit." Because Mary Jane? She knew everything. It was kind of freaky, really, but she always found about about things, no matter what.
"But Maaaaaay..."
"Come on, Ben. You already sliced open your foot; at least wait 'till your hearing aid is fixed before running around barefoot...?"
"What does my hearing aid have to do with my running around barefoot?" Ben snorted, stretching his arms above his head and letting his spine roll back until he'd settled his hands on the ground----and then he was kicking his feet up in the air. Lifting one hand off the ground so he was supporting himself with only the fingertips of his left hand, he chuckled. "You worry too much. The glass thing was a fluke, my spider senses will totally go off if something like that's gonna happen again. Totally."
May rolled her eyes, pushing at his foot to send him off balance. "Because if something does happen," she said loudly. "Mom will freak out even more. One heart attack at a time, Ben."
All Ben heard was a lot of incoherent vowel sounds, but he got the point, tumbling over backwards and landing neatly on his feet. He turned back around to face her, sitting comfortably in the grass. Since he didn't hear what she last said, he used his usual tactic of changing subjects. If she was gonna pick on him, he could pick on her.
"So whaaat is going on with you and Heath?"
May made a face. "Excuse me?"
"What's with you and Heath, Mayday? You're not the deaf one."
"It's none of your business what's with me and Heath, squirt. Don't worry about it."
Ben hugged his knees up against his chest and wiggled his feet, looking like the cat who caught the canary. "Oooh. Ooooooooh." He hopped up onto his feet and reiterated: "Oooooooh!"
May rolled her eyes. "Careful, or your face will get stuck like that."
"Oh my gosh, you are so-----!!" He punched her in the shoulder. "May and Heeeeath, sittin' in a tree----"
May shoved him, more playful than angry. "Don't push it, shortstuff. You'll be getting no baby carriages out of this one."
"F-U-C-K-I-N-G----"
"BENJY!"
Ben cackled, looking both amused and incredibly grossed out. "You told me to go to Heath when I had sex questions---! Now I can't!"
"Why not? He'd be perfect. He's having sex on a regular basis; he'd know." If Benjy was going to be gross about it, May would be, too. "He might even be able to teach you a few things."
Benjy's laugh died, and now it was just disgust. "That's so gross, May, stop it."
"Oh, come on. If you ever want to get into Davy's pants, you're better off going in knowing how feminine orgasms work. Heath knows all about that."
"May!" Benjy was cringing, covering his ears (like that made a difference) and turning away from her. "La la la, I really can't hear you now."
"Be a man, Benjy!" she shouted through her laughter. Revenge was sweet, wasn't it?
He could feel the vibrations and hear her voice, but not hear the words. "Gross!" he shouted again, shaking his head. "La la la la la----not listening! Can't hear! Better not bother talking!"
May could only laugh, holding her stomach while Ben held his head and shouted. They could only be out there so long before someone came out and saw -- and they did. In the form of Peter Parker, limping out with his cane. He'd meant to come out for some fresh air, but his children were clearly torturing each other.
"Mayday, what on earth----? Ben. Benjy, quiet down." Peter tapped Ben's ankle lightly with his cane.
Benjy blinked, looking up at his father. He pressed his lips together tightly and tried to keep himself from snickering. His father was pretty damn good at keeping him in line. "May's being gross," he blurted.
"Really." Peter looked over at May, raising an eyebrow.
"What? Don't look at me, he started it," May replied with a snicker. "Besides, he asked."
"Asked what?"
Benjy made a disgusted face. He didn't want to tell his dad that May was sleeping around. That was uncool. And really embarrassing.
"Relax, Dad, it's nothing." May shrugged, reaching over to pat Benjy on the head. "Just playing."
"Sure." He didn't look convinced, but as long as no one was dying, it was fine. Shaking his head, he gave Ben a grin between pitying and amused before he pointed to the shoes hanging from the tree. "Your mother told me to tell you to put your shoes on."
Benjy groaned and rolled his eyes. "But Dad..."
"Please do it, or she'll blame me."
"Ugh. Fine." Instead of leaping up to get his shoes-----thwip----he was sending his webbing out to catch them. Trouble was, he missed. Damn it. It was one thing to miss when he was alone, but his dad was right there. His dad the Spider-Man. Grimacing, he tried again----this time he grazed the shoes, but not enough to stick.
It was a little embarrassing to watch. For Peter, it was instinctual, second nature, and the only time he missed his target was if it was moving. Rather than going and getting the shoes himself or suggesting that Benjy climb instead, he reached over, gently raising Ben's arm and moving his hand so the wrist was straighter. "Try that."
A curl of his fingers and Benjy tried again----third time was the charm, and he hit the shoes straight on. He tugged, bringing them out of the tree-----but he tugged a little too hard and the shoes snapped toward them. Right toward his dad's face, actually.
Peter ducked, and May snorted. Giving her a look, Peter ruffled Ben's hair; it wasn't like he wasn't used to dodging things thrown at his head. "Good job."
"If you're trying to give someone a concussion." Thankfully, it was quiet enough that Ben couldn't hear it without his hearing aid.
"Sorry!" Ben exclaimed, grabbing his shoes and picking the webbing off----or trying to, anyway. Eventually he ended up wearing his sneakers with a long string of webbing hanging off. "I'm getting better, I swear."
"You'll get used to it," Peter promised. "Besides, the stuff dissolves in an hour. You could do worse."
It kind of sucked being the only one with spider-powers in the family who wasn't all that good at being a superhero. Benjy smiled, blushing with quiet embarrassment. "But you might want to give May the sex talk." And then he instinctively ducked, expecting May to hit him.
"You brat!" May did take a swing at him, though Peter had her wrist in his hand before she could land it. "I think the sex talk is a moot point by now."
"Why? Is there a new boyfriend I didn't hear about?"
"He's not really my boyfriend, per se..."
"That's even worse," Ben chimed in, hiding behind his dad.
"It is not ... ugh. Dad."
"There's a lot of things you don't understand yet, Benjy," Peter said fairly -- and then he was glaring. "Who, exactly, is your not-boyfriend?"
"Come on, Dad, I'm not sixteen."
"Heath!" Benjy was in full annoying-little-brother mode now, knowing that his father wasn't going to let May kill him.
"Mr. Blonde, Tan, and Model-like. May." Clearly, Peter thought his daughter could do better.
May rolled her eyes, taking in a breath and clearly trying not to try and hit Ben again. "He's not a bad guy. It's not like---you know, no, not having this conversation. Not having it."
"May."
"Not having it, Dad."
Ben seemed to think that his sister had had enough embarrassment for the time being, and he smiled. "At least it's not Jackie----"
"Drop it, Benjy!" she snapped.
"Easy, tiger." Peter frowned. Though they kept it to themselves, Peter and Mary Jane tended to secretly wish that it was Jackie -- because they knew Jack and could skip over the 'if you hurt my daughter' shtick. But that was personal. "Your mother wants to talk to you anyway, Mayday, why don't you head in?"
Giving Ben a decided 'I know where you sleep' look, May shoved her hands in her pockets and walked off. Sure, Heath wasn't necessarily the model of good behavior or the ideal of a family man, but ... jesus. Sex was sex.
Benjy snickered quietly, chewing on his thumbnail and trying not to look too pleased with himself. He waved to her as she headed in.
"And you." Peter turned, messing up Benjy's red hair. "You be nice to your sister, okay?"
Ben offered an innocent grin. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that."
"Of course not. I'll tell you again when your hearing aide's fixed. Now go ... do kid things or something. Climb a tree. Just keep your shoes on."
Ben snickered and ducked away from his dad, scampering off. May would kill him later, but it was so worth it.