Peter sat slumped in his chair, gazing at the whiteboard at the front of the classroom. He tuned out the gruff voice of his math teacher, who seemed to never stop talking. The dim, winter sun shone into his class, barely casting a light. Instead, the room was lit by the fluorescent, flickering lights hanging tightly from the ceiling. All of Peters' days seemed to blur together nowadays, with nothing differentiating Monday from Friday.

As the lesson progressed, a tall, blonde-haired boy entered the room. His eyes were fixed on the floor, and he strolled towards the closest empty seat, which happened to be next to Peter. He pulled the chair back and sank onto it with a sigh.

'I'd like you to meet our newest classmate, Wade Wilson' said the teacher, smiling brightly.

A few murmurs spread across the class, and glances were thrown in Wades' direction. Peters' eyes didn't shift from the whiteboard, he seemed disinterested in the new boy.

As the final bell rang, Peter packed up his books and stationery into his bag and got up. He glanced a look at the boy next to him, stunned by his dreamy, deep eyes and sharp jawline. Rushing out of the room, his cheeks became blushed.

"Hey, Peter! You okay?" Ned shouted from down the hallway as he rushed to meet Peter.

"Yeah, why?" He answered.

"Your face is kinda red, sorta like a tomato"

Peter blushed harder. "Shut up, Ned! No, it's not"

"Yeah, it is" Ned laughed "Who's made you blush man?"

"This new guy in my class. He sits next to me, god he's so fit."

Ned laughed, amused by Peters fanboying. "Christ Peter, someone's got a crush!"

The two boys walked out of school, chatting about Peter's new love interest. "You want a lift home?" said Ned.

"No thanks, man. I'll walk."

"You sure?" Ned asked.

"Yeah, thanks though. Tell your mum I said hi!" replied Peter.

"Will do" Ned confirmed as he walked away from Peter, and towards his mum (who was parked across the road from their school).

Peter strolled home, earbuds in and his indie playlist blasting through. The closer he got to Aunt May's apartment, the slower he walked. He seemed to be dreading going home more than dreading going to school. He'd even wished Flash would start a fight with him or he'd get a detention just so he could stay out for longer. Since Peter came out to Aunt May, their relationship had become strained and their conversations had mostly consisted of arguments. Luckily, for the past few days, they seemed to have mostly just stopped talking to each other. It wasn't a very good solution, but it was better than daily arguments.

Peter arrived at his aunt's apartment 30 minutes later than he would if he was walking at his normal pace, and went straight to his room upon entering. His nearly-finished Star Wars Millennium Falcon Lego set was sat in the center of his room, with the instruction book sprawled next to it. It was a 7541 piece set, measuring at 84cm long, 60cm wide, and 21cm high. He'd gotten it from Tony a few weeks ago, an early Christmas present/late birthday present. Ned was jealous when he found out, though Peter had vowed he could help build it whenever he wanted (which wasn't often, as his aunt was reluctant to let Peter invite Ned over. Something about how he needed to be good if he wanted to hang out with his friends).

After changing into some comfy, grey joggers and an Ironman hoody (Tony didn't need to know about it), Peter sat in his bed and played 3rd Star Wars movie to watch whilst completing some last-minute homework. Just as he settled down to get it done, there was a knock at his window. An expression of confusion flashed across his face, and he jumped up to see who was there.

One person he was not expecting to see, was Natasha. He opened the window nervously, wondering what she was doing there.

"Ummm, afternoon Miss Natasha!"

She smiled at the kids' formality. "Afternoon, little spider. Love the hoody" She smirked.

Peter's face went bright red, as he looked down at his Ironman hoody. "O-oh.. thanks. It was just the first one I saw in my drawer"

"Sure, spider, sure. Don't worry, I won't tell" She pulled a brown package from the inside pocket of her black, leather jacket. "Here, have a present."

He took it out of her hands unsurely, curious as to what it contained. Peter shifted the package around in his hands for a bit, unsure as to whether he should open it.

"You gonna see what's inside?" Natasha chuckled.

"Oh right, yeah, thanks" He said and unwrapped the package. It contained a white, half tank binder, a packer and a pack of boxers designed for trans men. His eyes opened in both shock and wonder, and a smile became plastered on his face.

"Thank you so much, Miss Natasha! I love them!" He exclaimed, surprised the spy had gone to such lengths for him.

She smiled back, glad he liked them. "You let me know if anything doesn't fit, and you need a different size, ok? I'm happy to swap them for you."

"Of course, thank you!"

Happy he liked the gifts, she began to retreat back out the window. "Anytime, little spider! You let me know if there's anything else you need" she insisted, before beginning her descent down the fire escape.

Peter took off his hoody and top, to try on his new binder. After roughly 20 minutes of struggling to get it on, he resorted to reading the instructions that came with it (and then managed to do it straight away). Tears slipped down from his eyes, this was a moment he hadn't yet prepared for. Looking in the mirror, his chest was flat and 'manly'. The comfortable, binder fabric didn't compress him in an unbearable way like the bandages he once used.

Sliding his hoody back on over the binder, Peter went back to doing his maths homework and watching his movie. Eventually, after another hour and a half, he gave up and finished working on his Star Wars Millennium Falcon Lego set (which was way more exciting) until the sky turned black and the moon shone through his window, indicating it was time for him to head to bed.