Rebecca
Title: Rebecca
Universe: That Damn MPreg
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes, Will Kaplan doesn't understand his children at all.
There were times when William Kaplan did not understand his children. They did things that made little to no sense.
For example, Rebecca's secret identity. Ted and Will's identities weren't exactly secret. Something like that is pretty hard to keep when you're a part of the most high profile super-team in the world. Admittedly, neither of them went around advertising who they were, but it didn't matter that much. They had the resources to protect their friends and family.
But when Rebecca had decided on becoming a super-hero, she insisted on having a secret identity. One that she went to great lengths to protect even from her few teammates who didn't already know who she was (all two of them). She'd even gone so far as to get Jeffery to pose as her in her costumed identity while she moved about as a civilian.
And there was another thing Will barely understood. She chose to act as a male in her costumed identity. It was a long time before Will understood her choice. She could have just as easily stayed female with a radically altered appearance to have her secret identity.
It was Kate who finally explained it to him.
"A woman has to work twice as hard to get half the respect a man gets in this business. And there are some sick bastards who will target a woman hero just because she's a woman. She's protecting herself, just like you always taught her to."
Of course, William had to agree that it was a great disguise. As Rebecca, his firstborn was a petite girl with chin length reddish black hair, pale grey eyes, and a thin, intelligent face. As Protean, she (or more accurately, he) was tall and muscular, with blue-black hair typically worn in a long pony tail, cornflower blue eyes, and a face that looked like it belonged on classical sculpture.
The costume made the most sense of all to Will. It was a black one-piece made of unstable molecules that had no back or sleeves, to accommodate the wings. She also wore no shoes with it, since most of the time she grew toe claws and maintained skin thick enough to stop bullets on the soles of her feet.
With all the work Rebecca put into her secret identity, he could certainly understand why she would be angry over someone jeopardizing it.
But he didn't like the idea of his daughter breaking the very expensive TV in the living room in a fit of pique.
"Rebecca Sarah Altman-Kaplan, you put that down right now!"
"Sorry, Papa." Rebecca let the sculpture -- an anniversary present from Black Bolt that weighed more than a car -- drop back to the floor instead of hurling it at the TV.
CNN was replaying the footage of the Young Avengers' first press conference, and they had just reached the part where Wolfman Jack changed from a gamma green werewolf into his rather unassuming normal form and proclaimed to the world that he was, in fact, Bruce Jameson, grandson of the infamous hero-hating J. Jonah Jameson.
"I cannot believe that idiot!" Rebecca growled through gritted teeth. "What part of 'secret identity' does that arrogant moron not understand?!"
"He did it to annoy his grandfather," Bobby said soothingly. "Don't let it get to you."
"Don't let it get to me? Don't let it get to me? The press is demanding to know who the rest of us really are!" She gestured wildly towards the screen, where the reporters were indeed clamoring to know Protean's real name. "I don't know about you, little brother, but I like being able to go out without being mobbed."
"It'll blow over in a few days," Ted told his daughter, giving the girl a kiss on the forehead and a gentle shove towards her room. "Go get dressed, Princess. You've got school."
"Yeah, yeah." Rebecca scowled, but there was no real rancor behind it.
William watched her go before turning his eyes to Jeffery, already dressed and lingering over breakfast. The boy sighed, shifting from his normal, Skrull like form to the human appearance Will insisted he adopt when he went outside. William looked him over, searching for flaws in the masquerade. Finding none, the spell caster smiled and nodded his approval.
He spared Nate and Bobby a glance. Both were already ready for school, Nate slipping on his backpack while Bobby shifted his long hair from it's normal white-blonde to the dark brown he preferred for his civilian identity. Rebecca stormed back out of her room, shrugging on the jacket that went with her school uniform. "Alright, let's roll," she said, snatching up her backpack. The boys fell into line behind her, just like they did every school day. This was the comfortable routine they'd settled into.
"Bye."
"See you this afternoon."
"I've got to tutor Mark, so I'll be home around five. I'll call if I'm gonna be late."
"Later, Dads!" Nate chirped last of all. Another morning ritual. They never left without saying goodbye to each other... just in case.
Rebecca flung open the front door and stopped, causing Bobby and Jeff to collide with her.
Bruce Jameson was standing in the hall, looking very pleased with himself. "Good morning, Altmans!"
"Altman-Kaplans." Rebecca hissed.
Bruce blissfully ignored Becca's icy tone. "Did you catch me on the news?"
"Unfortunately."
"They're praising my bravery, you know. I'm a hero for being honest about myself." He leaned in close, smirking. "What do you think of that?"
"I think my daughter is on her way to school, Bruce,” Ted said, looming up behind his children.
Bruce took a step back, smiling sweetly. "Of course, sir. I was just hoping to ask your lovely daughter if she wanted to have dinner with a national hero tonight."
Ted arched an eyebrow as Rebecca barreled past Bruce, her brothers following closely behind. She didn't even bother to answer her clueless teammate. Ted continued to give Bruce a look that would have given a lesser man (or possibly a smarter one) pause.
"Call me!" Bruce called out.
"When hell freezes over." Rebecca shot back.
Universe: That Damn MPreg
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes, Will Kaplan doesn't understand his children at all.
There were times when William Kaplan did not understand his children. They did things that made little to no sense.
For example, Rebecca's secret identity. Ted and Will's identities weren't exactly secret. Something like that is pretty hard to keep when you're a part of the most high profile super-team in the world. Admittedly, neither of them went around advertising who they were, but it didn't matter that much. They had the resources to protect their friends and family.
But when Rebecca had decided on becoming a super-hero, she insisted on having a secret identity. One that she went to great lengths to protect even from her few teammates who didn't already know who she was (all two of them). She'd even gone so far as to get Jeffery to pose as her in her costumed identity while she moved about as a civilian.
And there was another thing Will barely understood. She chose to act as a male in her costumed identity. It was a long time before Will understood her choice. She could have just as easily stayed female with a radically altered appearance to have her secret identity.
It was Kate who finally explained it to him.
"A woman has to work twice as hard to get half the respect a man gets in this business. And there are some sick bastards who will target a woman hero just because she's a woman. She's protecting herself, just like you always taught her to."
Of course, William had to agree that it was a great disguise. As Rebecca, his firstborn was a petite girl with chin length reddish black hair, pale grey eyes, and a thin, intelligent face. As Protean, she (or more accurately, he) was tall and muscular, with blue-black hair typically worn in a long pony tail, cornflower blue eyes, and a face that looked like it belonged on classical sculpture.
The costume made the most sense of all to Will. It was a black one-piece made of unstable molecules that had no back or sleeves, to accommodate the wings. She also wore no shoes with it, since most of the time she grew toe claws and maintained skin thick enough to stop bullets on the soles of her feet.
With all the work Rebecca put into her secret identity, he could certainly understand why she would be angry over someone jeopardizing it.
But he didn't like the idea of his daughter breaking the very expensive TV in the living room in a fit of pique.
"Rebecca Sarah Altman-Kaplan, you put that down right now!"
"Sorry, Papa." Rebecca let the sculpture -- an anniversary present from Black Bolt that weighed more than a car -- drop back to the floor instead of hurling it at the TV.
CNN was replaying the footage of the Young Avengers' first press conference, and they had just reached the part where Wolfman Jack changed from a gamma green werewolf into his rather unassuming normal form and proclaimed to the world that he was, in fact, Bruce Jameson, grandson of the infamous hero-hating J. Jonah Jameson.
"I cannot believe that idiot!" Rebecca growled through gritted teeth. "What part of 'secret identity' does that arrogant moron not understand?!"
"He did it to annoy his grandfather," Bobby said soothingly. "Don't let it get to you."
"Don't let it get to me? Don't let it get to me? The press is demanding to know who the rest of us really are!" She gestured wildly towards the screen, where the reporters were indeed clamoring to know Protean's real name. "I don't know about you, little brother, but I like being able to go out without being mobbed."
"It'll blow over in a few days," Ted told his daughter, giving the girl a kiss on the forehead and a gentle shove towards her room. "Go get dressed, Princess. You've got school."
"Yeah, yeah." Rebecca scowled, but there was no real rancor behind it.
William watched her go before turning his eyes to Jeffery, already dressed and lingering over breakfast. The boy sighed, shifting from his normal, Skrull like form to the human appearance Will insisted he adopt when he went outside. William looked him over, searching for flaws in the masquerade. Finding none, the spell caster smiled and nodded his approval.
He spared Nate and Bobby a glance. Both were already ready for school, Nate slipping on his backpack while Bobby shifted his long hair from it's normal white-blonde to the dark brown he preferred for his civilian identity. Rebecca stormed back out of her room, shrugging on the jacket that went with her school uniform. "Alright, let's roll," she said, snatching up her backpack. The boys fell into line behind her, just like they did every school day. This was the comfortable routine they'd settled into.
"Bye."
"See you this afternoon."
"I've got to tutor Mark, so I'll be home around five. I'll call if I'm gonna be late."
"Later, Dads!" Nate chirped last of all. Another morning ritual. They never left without saying goodbye to each other... just in case.
Rebecca flung open the front door and stopped, causing Bobby and Jeff to collide with her.
Bruce Jameson was standing in the hall, looking very pleased with himself. "Good morning, Altmans!"
"Altman-Kaplans." Rebecca hissed.
Bruce blissfully ignored Becca's icy tone. "Did you catch me on the news?"
"Unfortunately."
"They're praising my bravery, you know. I'm a hero for being honest about myself." He leaned in close, smirking. "What do you think of that?"
"I think my daughter is on her way to school, Bruce,” Ted said, looming up behind his children.
Bruce took a step back, smiling sweetly. "Of course, sir. I was just hoping to ask your lovely daughter if she wanted to have dinner with a national hero tonight."
Ted arched an eyebrow as Rebecca barreled past Bruce, her brothers following closely behind. She didn't even bother to answer her clueless teammate. Ted continued to give Bruce a look that would have given a lesser man (or possibly a smarter one) pause.
"Call me!" Bruce called out.
"When hell freezes over." Rebecca shot back.