Running Blind
Title: Running Blind
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/45. Blind
Character/Pairing: Benji Parker, Bobby Altman-Kaplan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 390
Summary: Benji can’t see, and Bobby wants to help.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
“I can do this,” Benji said, trying to reassure himself. “I can do this. I’m Spider-Man.” He took two cautious steps forward, running right in to the table. “God dammit.”
He could do this. He had to do this. It’s not like he had a choice. He kept telling himself that Daredevil had done this kind of thing for years. If Daredevil could fight crime blind, so could Benjamin Parker. “Dammit dammit dammit.”
“Benji?” He heard the lights flick on, and winced purely out of reflex. Even if he’d been able to see, the bandages around his eyes would have blocked the light out. Of course, he was prone to wincing when suddenly confronted by the man who had come in to the room.
“Bobby,” he said, clutching the edge of the table. He listened to the sounds of the wizard crossing the room. He could just picture the faint smirk on Bobby’s face, the quiet gloating. “What do you want?”
“I came as soon as I heard.”
Benji smiled sourly. “I’ve been blind for almost a month.”
“I’ve been fighting the Dread Dormamu.”
Benji jerked away as Bobby’s hands closed around his face. His hands were cool and dry against Benji’s skin. Bobby waited a moment, then put his hands on Benji’s face again, thumbs resting just below Benji’s eyes. “What do you want, Bobby?”
“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you, Ben. I don’t hate anyone, especially not you.” Benji could smell the mint of Bobby’s mouth wash, carrying with it the distinctive undercurrent of chocolate. “I just want to help you.”
“Bobby, what the hell are you doing?”
“What I do best.”
“Eating chocolate and sleeping with everything that doesn’t run away fast enough?” He could get away, for a few moments, and he could probably stay away from Bobby until he decided to zap him still.
“Benjamin. I can fix this, if you’ll let me.” Bobby rubbed little circles with his thumbs. “Or I can leave. It’s your decision.”
“You can fix this?”
“If you want me to. Do you trust me?”
“… do it.”
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/45. Blind
Character/Pairing: Benji Parker, Bobby Altman-Kaplan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 390
Summary: Benji can’t see, and Bobby wants to help.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
“I can do this,” Benji said, trying to reassure himself. “I can do this. I’m Spider-Man.” He took two cautious steps forward, running right in to the table. “God dammit.”
He could do this. He had to do this. It’s not like he had a choice. He kept telling himself that Daredevil had done this kind of thing for years. If Daredevil could fight crime blind, so could Benjamin Parker. “Dammit dammit dammit.”
“Benji?” He heard the lights flick on, and winced purely out of reflex. Even if he’d been able to see, the bandages around his eyes would have blocked the light out. Of course, he was prone to wincing when suddenly confronted by the man who had come in to the room.
“Bobby,” he said, clutching the edge of the table. He listened to the sounds of the wizard crossing the room. He could just picture the faint smirk on Bobby’s face, the quiet gloating. “What do you want?”
“I came as soon as I heard.”
Benji smiled sourly. “I’ve been blind for almost a month.”
“I’ve been fighting the Dread Dormamu.”
Benji jerked away as Bobby’s hands closed around his face. His hands were cool and dry against Benji’s skin. Bobby waited a moment, then put his hands on Benji’s face again, thumbs resting just below Benji’s eyes. “What do you want, Bobby?”
“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you, Ben. I don’t hate anyone, especially not you.” Benji could smell the mint of Bobby’s mouth wash, carrying with it the distinctive undercurrent of chocolate. “I just want to help you.”
“Bobby, what the hell are you doing?”
“What I do best.”
“Eating chocolate and sleeping with everything that doesn’t run away fast enough?” He could get away, for a few moments, and he could probably stay away from Bobby until he decided to zap him still.
“Benjamin. I can fix this, if you’ll let me.” Bobby rubbed little circles with his thumbs. “Or I can leave. It’s your decision.”
“You can fix this?”
“If you want me to. Do you trust me?”
“… do it.”