the_other:

It took some serious doing while Mom and Dad were out this evening, but Ben manages to find Peter's old Nikon Camera in the attic from his days as a photographer at the Daily Bugle. It also takes a serious chunk of Ben's allowance to get some good film for the thing, but once he'd done so, he was ready. He threw some clothes in his backpack, made his bed, then left a note for Mom and Dad saying he going to visit May over at ESU and see the Comedy Improv Group doing a free show there with her.

Alibi established with the parents. He also sent a text to May saying he was staying the night at Jake's house, but they were going out to the Arcade at Coney Island.

Alibi established with Super-Hero Sister.

Time for action.

Ben catches the bus down toward the docks not far from ESU, having heard from a few reliable sources that the Poison Memories had some turf in the area. Tonight, Ben was going to end their reign of terror, and make them pay for what they'd done to Sidonie and countless other best friends, brothers, and sisters over the years.

An hour later, he's watching the docks, camera in hand, waiting for the shot that the cops can't ignore. He doesn't have spider-powers, but he does have the courage to stand up to evil.

He takes a deep breath, peeking around a corner as a car pulls up on the docks.

webslingergirl:

May loved that ESU had a full selection of summer courses that she could take to knock a couple of gen-eds out of the way. What she loved even more was that she could live on campus (and not have to worry about her nosy roommate), and not have to get up at the crack of dawn to take the subway from Queens to barely get to class on time.

However...she didn't get to spend as much time with Ben as she would like. And after what happened to Sidonie, well, let's just say that she was worried about her little brother even more than she normally was. It wasn't everyday that you saw one of your best friends murdered in front of your eyes.

He needed to get out. And May knew just what to do.

She texted Ben.

Hey twerp, lunch at Big Nick's? My treat.

the_other:

Two days after the shooting at The Dot, Ben Parker still hasn't been back to school. He's been holed up in his room with the lights out, mostly. When he's awake, Ben is somber and silent, seemingly unable or unwilling to talk about what happened.

Now, he just sits at his desk in his room, going over old group pictures of Sidonie, Jake, and himself, and wondering if there wasn't something more he could have done to help his friend. It was his fault she was there in the first place, then that she died soon after.

If he'd had powers, like May or Guardian, Sidonie would have lived.

He just knew it.

no_relation:

Jack hurtles his way across town after leaving the hospital. He knows he should still be on patrol, should be hunting down the attackers, but he just can't right now. He can still feel the girl's blood on him. Still smell that disgusting overly antiseptic smell of the hospital. Still remember the look on the doctor's face.

He wants to go home. Whatever's closest to home, anyway.

He slips in the window and goes straight to the bathroom, costume fading into an equally bloodied pair of civilian clothes as he loses what little he had for breakfast.

the_other:

After another long day of classes, Ben Parker is enjoying a milkshake at The Dot with his two best friends in the world, Sidonie and Jake. Sidonie asked Ben if she could interview him for their final paper in Journalism. Ben was still looking for someone to interview, but he tried to put the upcoming deadline out of his mind and focus on the State Championship game in three weeks.

"Ben, do you think you'll see court time in the State Championships against Stuyvesant? The so called 'Sticky Fingers' are last year's State Champs and Midtown is the big underdog. You're the team's star point-guard. Are you nervous?" asks Sidonie Henderson, pressing the "Record" button on her new digital tape recorder. She really wanted her first story for the school-paper to be good, but Ben still wanted to do the story on him, of all people. Sidonie wanted to work for the New York Times someday, and always talked about how she was going to be the "real-life Lois Lane", complete with her own personal superhero.

Ben shook his head at the thought of reporters with their own superheroes and answered the question.

( Read more... )