Distribution: The Nook
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, no money made, no characters created.
Spoilers: Spiderman comics
Summary: It's all in how you define the terms.
Word Count: 300
Peter dropped the spider tracer in his hands, sprinted out of the garage (where all things Spider were locked up), into the house and up the stairs. That had been MJ and she was mad. Had he done something to piss her off? He racked his brain. He didn't think so. Had he not done something? Nada there too.
He had been good, keeping out of the doghouse.
MJ had yelled from little Ben's room. Ben hadn't been kidnapped or anything, had he? No, MJ had definitely sounded more mad than frightened.
Peter slid to a stop outside Ben's room. MJ was standing there, arms crossed and toe tapping. Ben was standing beside her looking guilty, proud, wary and anxious. Peter peeked around them and into Ben's room.
It was spotless.
"Hey," he grinned at his son. "You cleaned and in less time than Mom allotted." Peter was about to ask what the matter was when something caught his eye.
Webbing on the ceiling.
Peter moved around Ben and MJ and into the room. The entire ceiling was covered in webbing to keep all the stuff that had been on the floor on the ceiling. His first instinct was to laugh –rolling on the floor with eyes crying- laughter. MJ would not appreciate that response. Peter kept his back to MJ to hide his grin.
Peter's spideysense tingled and he sidestepped to the left as a part of the clutter attached to the ceiling crashed to the floor.
"He's definitely your son," MJ ground out. "So you can help him clean his room correctly this time. Understood?"
"Sure, MJ." "Yes, mom."
They waited until they couldn't hear her stomping down the stairs before bursting out into laughter.
Peter ruffled Ben's hair. "Next time, anchor it better."