*This takes place after homecoming, so Tony Stark does know Peter. He also knows that Peter is trans (spider-MAN). Civil war never happened. Set before newer movies (Tony never died lol)*
Chapter 1 - 'Little Spider'"Paige! Wake up! You're gonna be late for school" Aunt May shouted up the stairs to Peter. He scrambled out of bed, layering on tape to hide his chest before jumping into some knee-ripped jeans and a red hoodie.
"Coming May!" He called and scrambled out of his room towards the kitchen, simply grabbing an apple to eat on his way to school.
"Bye Paige! Larb you!" May yelled as Peter left.
After leaving the apartment, Peter shoved his hair up into a red cap that read 'That was sodium funny'. It was a matching cap that he had with Ned. Neds' one read 'I slapped my neon that one'. The two boys would chuckle whenever they saw each other wearing it.
Ned was the only one who knew that Peter was trans. Peter had confided in him after Ned found out that Peter was Spiderman. Ned had questioned Peter as to why he was Spiderman and not Spidergirl or Spiderkid. "because I'm a boy, Ned! I'm a boy! I'm trans, Ned. I was born with a girl's body but I'm a boy" Peter had told him. Ned had supported Peter ever since he found out.
~ time skip to after school ~
As Peter came up to the apartment, he started to shake. Today was the day that he wanted to come out to May. As he arrived at the apartment door, he took a deep, shaky breath. "A-aunt May.. I'm home" Peter stuttered as his aunt peeked around the lounge door frame, a concerned expression creeping onto her face at Peter's poor attempt to hide his nerves. She observed the teen boy, who she knew as Paige (a teen tomboy slipping through phases), and noticed he had his hair tied up. If May didn't know Peter, she would have assumed a teenage boy had just entered her apartment.
"Where's your hair gone?" May chuckled slightly, in an attempt to brighten the mood.
"uhm I just uh put it up.." Peter muttered, "I need to talk to you, May".
The concerned expression only grew on May's face. "I'm all ears! What's wrong?"
Peter went on to explain to May that he was trans, which meant he was a boy. He also explained how bad he felt about his body because it made him look like a girl. "It just isn't me May! It's like I'm stuck in this weird, girly body that I want nothing to do with!" He exclaimed. "And, May, I'm bisexual. I like boys, but I also like girls" he'd told her at the end. May sat still, gawping at her nephew who was standing shifting his weight from foot to foot. Her expression had shifted from concerned, to shocked and confused.
"Paige.. I'm glad you told me this. I truly am. I hope you know I'll love you no matter what. I think you should wait though. Your brain isn't fully developed. You're confused. That's understandable! I think you should wait until you go to university. They're very diverse, with lots of different genders, sexualities, hair colors, and everything! I mean, what is there, 14 words for it now?" May said, a serious tone in her voice.
"High schools are diverse too, May! We've got loads of gay kids! Even MJ is a lesbian!" Peter spluttered, trying to hide his anger.
"Go to your room, Paige. I can't deal with this now." May said, not bothering to hide her anger.
Peter stormed towards his room, tears spilling down his face. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. Pulling it out, Peter saw that it was Mr Stark ringing him. He answered, wiping away his tears.
"Hey, underoos. How are you doing? I was wondering if you wanted to come over and have dinner with the Avengers. We could work on your suit if not." His voice bellowed from the phone.
"Um yea sure, I'll be there in 5," Peter said, almost crying again at how girly his voice sounded.
He hung up before having to speak more. Staring himself down in the mirror, he thought about what he could do. The Avengers didn't know Peter was trans, and he wanted to keep it that way. Releasing his hair from the cap, Peter pulled out some scissors. Taking a deep breath, he began to hack away at the hair. He knew he couldn't do it too short, as it would annoy his aunt. Once it reached his chin, the scissors were placed back down. Gathering the hair from the floor, he shoved it into his bin.
He shook his head and marveled at the shortness of his hair. 'I really do look like a boy' he thought to himself. Grabbing some gel, he pushed his brown hair back. Then, he jumped into his Spiderman suit, grabbed his backpack (which contained a change of clothes), and leaped out the window heading to the stark tower. He knew May wouldn't bother to check on him after an argument. Approaching the tower, he dropped into an alleyway and changed out of his suit (and into his jeans and hoodie). Strolling into the tower, Peter noticed Happy standing grumpily by the front desk. "Hey, Happy!" Peter shouted excitedly, receiving only a grunt in reply.
Entering the elevator, Peter said, "To Mr Stark please, friday!".
The elevator doors opened on the floor of the penthouse. Tony turned around at the ping it made, smiling when he realized it was Peter.
"Underoos! Good to see you! Steve's making dinner through here" he pointed at the door frame that led to the kitchen/dining room and lounge "We're having spaghetti bolognese. Does that sound ok?" He asked.
"Of course Mr Stark! Thank you! Is everyone here?"
"No problem kid, everyone's through there. And don't call me Mr Stark, it makes me feel old" Tony replied
"Right, sorry Mr Tony" Peter murmured before retreating to the other Avengers, leaving Tony gawping at the kid.
The dinner went by pretty quickly. Peter was exhausted from taping his chest all day though so left for the bathroom as soon as he could, which caused him to get a little breathless. The Russian spy at the table followed him, trying to see what was going on. Yes, he could just need a wee but it just didn't add up that the one and only Spiderman was breathless from speeding to the bathroom.
Peter removed the old tape and added some new layers of ace bandages that he'd found in the cabinet. There was a knock on the door. "Hey kid, you in there?" Natashas' voice echoed through.
"Oh umm yeah! just give me a second!" Peter replied, scrambling to fasten the bandages in place. He wasn't quick enough, though.
Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed up and a redheaded spy was standing staring at him, a concerned expression flashing across her face.
"Bandages, hm? Been in a fight?" She said, giving him a knowing look.
"Close the door!" He hissed back, not bothering to hide his anger with Natasha (something he never thought he'd do, he wanted to live after all).
He spun around so his back was to Natasha and continued to wrap the bandages. She stood there quietly, waiting to see if he would fess up.
"So then, kid. Guess you need the medical bay so Bruce can get your injuries checked" she said, finally fed up with the silence.
"No, um, that's not necessary. It's fine now" Peter mumbled and changed into the clothes he brought, a baggy red jumper with some slightly too big jeans.
"Right, yes, of course. You don't need checking out for injuries which never happened"
Nat stated as she rolled her eyes at Peter's shocked face. "I'm not stupid, kid. I do like to think my spy skills come in handy" She leaned against the sink, giving him time to calm himself down.
"Don't tell anyone, Ms Romanoff, please! I mean sure Mr Stark knows but nobody else needs to! I don't want people thinking weirdly about me or not liking me just because of this!" Peter exclaimed in a panicked tone.
"Calm down, little spider! It's your thing to tell. But surely you know that you can't use bandages, right? Did Tony never equip you with a proper binder?" She responded, slight annoyance seeping through as she realized Tony hadn't provided the poor kid with a safe binder.
"I think Mr Stark assumed I had one, or maybe he just doesn't know about them. Just, please don't be mad! Not at me, or Mr Stark!" Peter cried, his eyes watering and his voice becoming shaky.
"Come here, little spider," Natasha said, whilst wrapping her arms around Peter as he rested his head on her shoulder "I don't want to stress you out, little spider. I just want you to be safe". Natasha couldn't help but feel sorry for Peter. His tears soaked into her top, and she rubbed her hand in gentle circles across his back.
Peter pulled back from Natasha, sniffling and wiping his eyes. "Sorry, Miss Natasha. I'm just having a rough day. Can we go back to the others, please? I don't want Mr Stark to come looking for me."
Natasha gave him a sympathetic smile, her heartstrings being tugged by the poor boy's suffering. "Of course, little spider. We normally watch a movie after dinner, if you want to stay for that"
Peter nodded, a smile creeping onto his face. "Could we maybe watch Star Wars?" He asked, using his puppy dog eyes to plead with Natasha. She chuckled. "Sure, Peter".
They both headed back to join the rest of the Avengers, who they found to be lying cozily across the living rooms many sofas. Tony smiled as soon as he saw Peter, lifting his cozy blanket to share. Once Peter had sat down, relaxing next to Tony, Natasha disappeared into the kitchen to prepare many bowls of popcorn.
As Steve leaned across to the TV remote, getting ready to put on the oldest movie he could find, Natasha shouted out to him. "We're watching Star Wars, Steve! No old, black and white war movies tonight. We have a guest!". Tony chuckled, whilst Steve grumbled something about how his movies are the best. Tony grasped the remote off Steve, who was fumbling to find the right channel. Once Natasha had dished out the overflowing bowls of freshly popped popcorn, Tony started the movie. As the movie played out, each Avenger slowly drifted off to sleep until the only ones left awake were Tony and Steve.
As the movie came to an end, Tony gently shook Peter awake. "Hey underoos, think it's time for you to head home? Your welcome to stay the night, if not." Peter stirred awake, shaking his head. "Yeah, I should head home" he mumbled, half asleep "Thanks for letting me come over, Mr Tony".
Tony chuckled, "Anytime, underoos. I'll get Happy to give you a lift home."
Happy drove Peter along the dimly lit streets, shortly arriving at May's apartment.
"Thanks, Happy" Peter mumbled tiredly, only receiving a grunt in response. Peter climbed into his bedroom window, trying to make as little noise as possible.
It seemed May seemed oblivious to the fact Peter had been gone all evening, just as he'd expected (and was grateful for). His drawers creaked open as he retrieved his favourite oversized, Star Wars pajamas. He took a deep breath, removing the tight bandages wrapped around his chest. The soft fabric of his pajamas soothed the marks which they had left.
After changing into his pajamas, and climbing into his bed, he pulled the warm, fluffy duvet over himself and started his sleep playlist (which he couldn't sleep without). He had carefully selected each song, adding more every week. As the music went on, he slowly drifted into a deep sleep, fading out the stressful day he'd had.