An-Trans Peter Parker

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"Okay, sterilise the big needle and the bottle," Peter said to himself, ripping open the sterile wipe and wiping down the needle and the bottle.

"Pierce the bottle with the big needle and pull prescribed amount." Peter continued, humming as he pulled the amount and then pulled out the needle, picking up the screw on smaller needle.

"Screw on the small needle, rod the needle of bubbles and measure on thigh," Peter said, rolling up his boxer briefs and measuring with his hands. He was about to push the needle in when his door slammed open, revealing Tony who's eyes were narrowed at Peter.

"What're you doing?" He asked. Peter blushed madly, there he was in a baggy T-shirt, his boxers, fluffy socks and Tony was in his doorway. Tony hadn't ever looked at his medical file, and Peter had neglected to tell him that he's trans so Tony had no idea what was happening.

"It's heroin!" Peter shouted. Tony rose an eyebrow, his eyes flickering down to the needle in Peter's hand, which was still in position.

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure you don't inject heroin into your thigh." Tony said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the doorway.

"It's not heroin," Peter said quietly. Tony snorted and nodded.

"I knew that. But what is it?" Tony asked. Peter blushed even redder.

"Testosterone." He said quietly. Tony's eyes widened, his eyebrows seeping into his hairline.

"Testosterone? You're trans?" Tony asked, Peter blinked rapidly, fighting the tears gathering in his eyes.

"Yeah," Peter said quietly, his hands shaking slightly with the needle in his hands.

"Okay. You need help with that?" Tony asked, Peter shook his head.

"Nope." He said, pushing the needle in and injecting the testosterone evenly and keeping the needle in for a few moments before slowly pulling out and discarding the needle in the disposal box, and grabbing one of his special bandaids. He blushed when he realised he only had iron man ones left.

"Nice band-aids." Tony teased, Peter rolled his eyes and put his things back in the under bed box and pushing it under the bed.

"Shut up, I ran out of my others," Peter grumbled, rolling down his boxers and grabbing and pair of pyjama pants.

"And what were your other ones?" Tony asked with a cocked eyebrow, watching Peter closely who was massaging the injection sight.

"Spiderman ones," Peter said quietly. Tony cocked an eyebrow.

"I didn't even know they made those."

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"How's school, Pete? I haven't seen you out of your room in days." Steve said, Peter grinned up at him.

"Just lots of homework and assignments. My classes are going good though, I don't have any more assignments until next term and I have a break so-" Peter was cut off by a frantic Wanda.

"Peter there's blood on the back of your hands!" She shouted. Peter's eyes widened, pulling on the back of his pants to look at the growing patch on the back of his pants.

"Oh shit. I got my period" he whispered.

"I thought you couldn't get that anymore," Tony said frantically.

"So did I. Oh this isn't good. I don't have any tampons or pads. Oh shit. This can't be happening. Oh no. Oh fuck. What the fuck do I do?" Peter exclaimed, panic seething into his voice. Tony placed his hands on Peter's shoulders.

"Pete. Underoos. You're fine. Just go to your room, shower and put on some new clothes. There'll be everything you need in the cabinet when you get out of the shower. I'll have some pain meds ready for when you come out again." Tony said, Peter nodded shakily and ran out of the room.

"What just happened?"

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"FRIDAY? How's Peter doing?" Tony asked. There was silence for a moment before she replied.

"He is out of the shower, in fresh clothes and under approximately seventeen blankets on his bed," FRIDAY said solemnly. Tony sighed and stood up.

"I'll go to his room," Tony said quietly. Walking slowly to Peter's room, pressing his ear against the closed door.

"Peter? Can I come in?" Tony asked, knocking on the door. When he didn't hear any response he opened the door and stepped into the pitch-black room and sat on the edge of Peter's bed. He put his hand on what he assumed to be Peter's ankle and pat him for a moment before peeling back the covers. Peter peeked out the top of the blanket and sniffled.

"Go away." Peter pouted, Tony rolled his eyes and pulled the covers make further, making Peter curl in one himself. Tony frowned when he saw the straps of Peter's binder.

"Binder off bud," Tony said firmly. He rolled his eyes again when Peter kicked his legs at Tony and made a whining noise.

"So negotiating. Binder. Off. I'll wait." Tony said firmly. Peter groaned and pulled himself up off the bed and pulled off his shirt as he went, picking up the three sizes too big hoodie draped over the back of his chair and taking it into the bathroom. Tony drummed his thighs as he waited for Peter, grinning at Peter when he stomped out of the bathroom, throwing his binder in the direction of his laundry basket.

"Happy?" Peter demanded. Tony cocked his head.

"Yep. You're clean, in new comfy clothes, and coming with me to the common rooms." Tony said, linking arms with Peter.

"But the team," Peter whined, Tony rolled his eyes and picked up several of the blankets off of Peter's bed.

"No whining. You can hide under blankets. I have a stash of pain medication for Pep in the kitchen, and a hoard of chocolate." Tony said, pulling Peter into his side after wrapping him in two monstrously fluffy blankets. He heard a muffled reply out of the blankets and grinned, pushing Peter into one of the free double couches. Peter immediately covered himself from view with the blankets, bringing his feet up onto the couch.

Tony sighed and made up his famous hot chocolate, a glass of water, grabbed some pain meds and a heat pack and came back into the lounge room. He handed Peter the heat pack first, he smiled a little when he saw a small hand reach out form the blankets and take it slowly and disappear back into the blankets. Tony grinned and held out the pain meds and the glass of water. He waited as the blankets shifted and then two hands reached out from the blankets, taking the medication and the glass, disappearing back into the blankets and then handing the glass back.

Tony nodded and sat down next to Peter, holding out the hot chocolate. He heard a muffled sigh and smiled when Peter's head peaked out of the blankets, taking the hot chocolate slowly and blowing on it.

"Thank you," Peter said quietly. Tony nodded.

"No problem," Tony said, patting Peter's hair, making him hiss quietly. Peter turned towards Tony's side and sipped the hot chocolate, humming in content.

"Everyones staring at me," Peter whispered, Tony chuckled.

"That's because you look like a marshmallow." Tony teased. Peter rolled his eyes and wrapped his hands around the hot mug.

"So. A period?" Clint said. Peter's whole body froze and he almost dropped the steaming mug. Tony reached out and steadied the mug before it could crash to the floor.

"Yes. A period." Peter confirmed.

"How?" Sam asked, Peter groaned and hugged the mug to his chest.

"I'm female to male transgender," Peter said finally, tucking himself back into Tony's side.

"Oh," Sam said, Peter nodded and took several more sips from the mug.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Wanda asked. Peter shrugged and hid his face.

"Not everyone in my life has taken my coming out well. I've lost lot's of friends, and family. And I don't want to lose you guys either. You're like my family, or maybe you are. But either way, I was scared of losing you." Peter said quietly. The room was silent for a long time, making tears gather in his eyes.

"Pete, no matter what, you're our family. But, one thing," Steve started, Peter nodded for him to continue.

"What does transgender mean?" He asked sheepishly, Peter blushed spectacularly and quickly explained what it meant.

"Oh. Okay. But I don't see why that's a reason to hate you or be disgusted in you. You're still the Peter I knew. And I like you, you're you." Steve said, pairing it with a shrug. Peter looked as if he would cry, and low and behold Peter started crying.

"Stupid hormones. Get over here and hug me you fossil." Peter demanded. Steve rolled his eyes but stood up and squeezed next to Peter on the couch. Peter hummed and cuddled in between Tony and Steve.

"You guys are the best," Peter said, voice wobbly with tears.

"We know. Now let's watch movies and cuddle." Tony said, wrapping his arm around Peter tightly. Peter sniffed in approval.

"Yes. That sounds acceptable."