In this chapter, Mary Jane's going back home...but once again her father is horribly drunk. He's going to start beating up Mary Jane.

Unfortunately for him, her bees are NOT going to put up with it. Would you just sit there and let your queen get beat up? I don't think so. You would want to be a good soldier, right?

Chapter 7: Abusive Parents

Mary Jane once again arrived home, happy to be back after a long day of being a superheroine. At this point, she was feeling rather pleased with herself. She was making New York City a better place.

Of course, so was Spiderman...but perhaps he couldn't defend New York City by himself. New York City did have a habit of expanding every now and then...which attracted the attention of more supervillains looking to ruin everyone's fun.

Unfortunately, as she quickly discovered once she opened the door, her father was drunk. Very, very drunk. So drunk that he was about to vomit beer on the floor, which he did.

"Gross..." thought MJ. Her mother was not going to be happy about having to clean her up...unless she made her daughter do the job herself. Ugh. Where did she put the mop, anyway?

There was no doubt about it. Her father had consumed one alcoholic beverage too many. It was a bit surprising that he had not yet died of alcohol poisoning now that she thought of it...not that she wanted that to happen.

Why wasn't the bouncer doing his job? At this rate he was going to end up getting fired. Where he would he work then? As a janitor?

"Not again..." murmured the teenage girl. How many times is she going to come home and find that her father was intoxicated? If she had a nickel for every time that had happened...oh wait, she was already rich. Maybe she DID already have a nickel for every time that happened.

Perhaps it would be in her best interest to try to sober him up before he did something foolish...which happened quite a bit.

However, it appeared to be risky to get too close to him. In his intoxicated state, he was probably dangerous. She didn't know what exactly could set him off.

At this rate, her father was going to start drinking while he was in the car...and inevitably he was going to crash into something. Not to mention the fact that the police would probably arrest him and he would lose his driver's license.

"What are you doing in my house you chainsaw-wielding ninja?" inquired the father.

"Buzz buzz?" asked the bee.

"No, I am not a chainsaw-wielding ninja...for some strange reason my father calls me rather bizarre things whenever he gets intoxicated..." stated Mary Jane. Last week he had called her an alien sumo wrestler.

Were aliens even into sumo wrestling? She heard rumors that they were aliens in space...and that she should avoid the ones that had skin like chalk that lived in the polar planets.

On the other hand, the green martians that lived in the desert planets were evidently her friends. Too bad the two of them had decided to declare war on each other. It seemed kind of...inevitable.

"Get out of my house, you mutant alligator!" screamed Mary Jane's abusive parent, shaking his fist at her.

"But I'm your daughter..." answered Mary Jane. It seemed rather sudden for him to be kicking her out of the house, though admittedly it would be only a matter of time before she became eighteen.

"Don't lie to me you spaghetti golem!" bellowed her father.

At this point, he looked rather...angry.

Immediately, he tossed a bottle of beer at Mary Jane's head.

Quickly, she ducked underneath it.

However, her father was tossing MORE bottles of beer. How many bottles of beer had he gotten from the store, anyway?

Fortunately for her, it was not difficult for her to avoid them...now that she had superhuman reflexes. Being a superheroine had its perks...though she didn't typically use them whenever she wasn't BEING a superheroine.

"At least dealing with my drunken father will be easier now..." thought the teenage girl. Those beer bottles probably wouldn't hurt her even if she DID get hit in the head, on account of her durability.

"Buzz buzz?" inquired one of her bees.

"No, my mother is not abusive too, fortunately..." stated Mary Jane, though she did admit that her mother sometimes yelled at her for not being responsible...which was exactly what a superheroine should be now that she thought of it.

If only her father would stop drinking. Maybe that way her mother wouldn't get hit so much. The police were getting suspicious, even if she never told anyone that sometimes her husband had been rough on her.

Suddenly, her father punched Mary Jane in the face. She unfortunately had not noticed him approaching her.

"Ow!" exclaimed Mary Jane, rubbing her nose.

Fortunately, it was not bleeding...as previously stated, she was rather endurable. Of course, she had already endured her father's antics up until now...so maybe it was an extension of her natural talent.

At this point, the half a dozen or so of bees inside her sleeves couldn't take it anymore. They wanted to protect their queen from their father. He was way too aggressive for their liking.

One of them stung her father in the arm.

Mary Jane gasped.

"Uh-oh." said her father. Already the allergens were taking effect.

Immediately, he collapsed on the floor.

"Father!" exclaimed Mary Jane.

Quickly, she had her bees fetch her phone so that she could dial 911 before it was too late.

Fortunately, they arrived with the phone rather quickly.

Wasting no time, she began to dial down their phone number.

"What's the emergency?" asked the man at the phone.

"It's my father! He passed out on the floor! And he has a bee allergy!" bellowed MJ.

"We'll send you an ambulance." answered the man.

"Thank God..." murmured Mary Jane.

Unsurprisingly, they decided to send an ambulance...which arrived quickly.

Immediately, the people driving the ambulance loaded her father into a stretcher and took him to the hospital.

Hopefully they would be able to save her father's life.

Later at the hospital...

"What have I done?" asked the teenage girl.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." murmured her bee soldier sadly.

"Yes, I know that you were trying to protect me. I appreciate that. But I'm worried about my father now...the bee venom could kill him..." noted Mary Jane. Personally she had to wonder why fate had chosen her to be a superheroine of THAT particular insect considering her father's bee allergy. Maybe fate was cruel like that.

Of course, if she had become a spider heroine like Spider-man, people would probably consider her to be creepy...and guilty of plagiarism. Not to mention that she would probably be hated by the Daily Bugle.

Sure enough, her mother was crying. She wondered what was going on. How had her husband been stung by a bee? Did she forget the insect repellent? She was considering getting some more at the store.

"There wouldn't happen to be a way to fix all of this, now would there?" inquired the girl. There had to be something that she could do to remedy the bee sting...though at the moment she did not why.

Suddenly, she noticed that there appeared to be honey flowing through her fingertips.

"Something tells me that my hands are going to be awfully sticky..." noted Mary Jane. Maybe she could wash her hands? Of course, the honey in question might eventually return.

Fortunately, it appeared that the bathroom was nearby.

Of course, it would probably not be a good idea to enter the men's side. Chuck Norris might be in there.

Suddenly, her bees got her attention.

"Well, I admit that I wouldn't mind putting this on my pancakes...but I'm not sure how this will help me..." stated the girl.

"Buzz buzz!" exclaimed one of her bees.

"What? You're saying that the honey has healing properties? What kind of crazy powers do I have?" questioned Mary Jane. It appeared that the more time she spent as a superheroine, the more powers she would become...though admittedly they probably wouldn't come to her quickly.

Shrugging, she decided not to question that right now. This may be her only chance of saving her father. If there was an opportunity to save him, then she was going to take it...even if he was a massive alcoholic.

Immediately, she began to rub her honey over her father to see if it was an antidote for the poison. Since the bees were the ones creating the venom...perhaps they could create an antidote as well. Who would be better for the task, really?

This seemed to be effective, as according to the heart measuring device, his heart beat was starting to go up.

She began to smile...though she wondered if the bees would be able to fight their instinct in the future. She appreciated that they wanted to protect her...but her father might not be so lucky next time.

Speaking of her father, he was having a nightmare. Who could blame him considering that he was in danger of dying because of his horrible bee allergy?

It seemed rather ironic that his own immune system was basically killing him now that he thought of it.

As it turned out, he was a monster terrorizing his own family after he had drunk a casket full of wine. Of course, in retrospect maybe he should have read the label saying that it was a mutant serum.

But he had decided not to read the label. He thought that since it contained alcohol he should drink it. But it wasn't such a smart idea.

Sure enough, his family were not...happy about the transformation. In fact, they were downright terrified.

"Run for it!" screamed his wife.

"Aah!" exclaimed his daughter.

Sure enough, they were running for their lives, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Apparently, he was quite terrifying after he had consumed that casket full of wine.

Noticing them fleeing, he began to stomp right towards them. Every time he stomped, he produced a small earthquake.

Immediately, he stepped on a car, and it exploded.

"My car!" bellowed J. Jonah Jameson.

Suddenly, he noticed that MJ's father was stomping throughout the city.

"This is SO making the front page of the Daily Bugle..." said the newspaper writer.

Suddenly, a bugle fell on his head.

"Ow..." murmured the man, rubbing his head.

Quickly, they took cover in a nearby house. Hopefully it would be sturdy enough to protect them from the monster's assault.

For some strange reason, his daughter was wearing a crown on her head. Was she a fairy princess in his dream? He did call her Princess sometimes...at least whenever didn't drink too much booze.

Unfortunately for them, as it turned out, hiding in that house was futile. He simply huffed and puffed and blew the house down...just like the Big Bad Wolf. Were they going to be three little piggies in his dream? He didn't really dream about fairy tales before.

Curious, he looked to see if there was a farm nearby. There was.

Suddenly, a knight wearing yellow and black showed up. He just so happened to be wielding a spear. A rather big spear.

Unsurprisingly, his wife and daughter hid behind the knight. Apparently, they thought that they would be safe if they simply stood behind him and let the knight hold off the monster.

Immediately, he ran him through with his spear, causing him to scream. That spear had wounded him...badly.

Quickly, he collapsed on the ground. He was bleeding all over the floor.

The knight put away his spear shortly afterwards. It looked like the job was done. For a moment there he had been worried about the village.

Unfortunately for him, the spear he was wielding was covered with a very deadly poison.

Apparently, he was angry that he had attacked the latter. He clearly wanted to protect them.

"Die, you foul beast!" bellowed the knight.

He transformed back into his regular state. He looked...green.

At that very moment, her father woke up from his nap. That dream was awfully...weird. And yet, somehow it made sense.

"Ugh..." murmured Mary Jane's father. Who would have thought that his dream would be so metaphorical? Still, he wondered why exactly his daughter was wearing a crown on her head and why the knight in question was dressed in yellow and black, and was wielding a spear as a weapon instead of a sword.

But it didn't matter so far. Perhaps it would be best for him not to drink too much. It was causing him more problems than it was worth...and maybe if he hadn't consumed so much alcohol, perhaps he would be a better father and husband to his daughter and wife respectively.

At that very moment, he began to stir from his bed.

Sure enough, there was his daughter. It was good to see that she had remained at his side even though he had struck her moments earlier.

For some strange reason, her reflexes seemed...sharper than normal. Had she been training herself in case he got drunk again?

"Ugh..." murmured MJ's father as he rose out of bed.

Quickly, he noticed that he was at the hospital. It wasn't a big surprise...considering that he had suddenly collapsed while he was at home. Did the doctors manage to fix him yet?

"Are you alright?" asked Mary Jane.

"I...think so..." nodded her dad.

At that very moment, the doctor showed up.

Immediately, he noticed that MJ's father had gotten out of bed. He found it to be a rather pleasant surprise. His eyes quickly widened.

"Thank goodness! You're alright...er, are you?" inquired the doctor.

"Yeah...I'm not sure what happened...one moment I was having an allergic reaction and the next I was up and out of bed..." questioned the father of the Honeybee.

"You might want to cut down on your drinking...otherwise you might damage your liver..." warned the man.

"That's what I'm going to do..." nodded MJ's father. For some strange reason he got the feeling that alcohol had gotten him in that mess...though he wasn't quite sure how. Maybe he had gone outside and decided to play with a beehive like his mother had told him not to do back when he was a child?

His memory was kind of...a blur.

Mary Jane sighed in relief. Hopefully life would be easier for her now that her father wouldn't drink so much. Granted, he was usually affable so long as he wasn't drunk...though her father did get drunk fairly frequently.

Immediately, Mary Jane and her father left the hospital and went back home. MJ in particular was happy that she was able to save her father's life and that he was going to change his ways.

She began to wonder if she could use her new power in order to heal people other than her said father...like Spiderman perhaps. Of course, he wasn't allergic to bee stings like her father was.

But it seemed inevitable that she might end up running out of honey...it might be in her best interest to keep that from happening.

After arriving back home from the hospital, Mary Jane decided to lie in her bed and think about what she wanted to do in the future.

Fortunately, it appeared that crime had gone down thanks to her efforts.

However, she might want to check the Daily Bugle. Other than stories trying to make Spiderman look terrible, they might tell her something about recent events...such as a supervillain appearing, for example.

She wanted to be ready for when one showed up.

The next day...

Mary Jane woke up, ready to start the new day.

Since her father wasn't drunk, it appeared that he was going to keep his promise.

Mary Jane decided to check the newspaper to see what was in the Daily Bugle. Of course, it was probably about Spiderman being a horrible person again...but she decided to read it anyway.

As it turned out, her father's miraculous recovery had made the newspaper.

Of course, it didn't mention that Mary Jane was responsible, as they were not aware how exactly he had recovered.

It was a good thing, really. It was probably be best if people did not discover her true identity...just like Spiderman.

In other news, Otto Octavius had apparently made a set of mechanical arms.

She found it to be quite impressive...though she wondered if the experiment was going to go horribly wrong. You never know.

Fortunately, it appeared that the city was crime-free for the time being, so she could take a day off...for now.

"Looks like my life might be getting better..." thought MJ.

I sure hope that you don't drink too much beer if you ever become a father...of course, I would recommend the same if you become a mother, too. Wouldn't want to drink alcohol while you're pregnant with a child now.

And yes, I decided to make my protagonist a bee superheroine when her father is allergic to bee stings. Isn't irony fun? Well, not for Mary Jane and her father, unfortunately...but I tend to enjoy irony.

In the next chapter, MJ's going to meet a character whose