An-Peter wants to wear a dress to prom

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Peter officially hated prom. Not because he didn't have a date or because everyone wouldn't stop talking about it, but because he was expected to wear a suit. Granted, suits did look cool and Peter had worn them on several occasions, but he wanted to wear a dress. He didn't know why but he just liked wearing them. So that's why he was aimlessly walking through the dress section gloomily. His dad, Tony, was in the suit section looking at blazers and Peter walked off before Tony could even get a word in.

"If you wanted to wear a dress to prom you could have told me. It would have saved me a lot of time." Tony said from behind him. Peter basically jumped out of his skin, whipping around and his whole face and neck reddening.

"I didn't say that," Peter said nervously, Tony just waved his hand.

"Kid, if you want to wear a dress go for it. I think you'd look great, but we'd have to call your mum to help you out. I'm not good at dress shopping." Tony said, peering at the dresses on the hooks. Peter reddened further.

"Are you angry at me?" Peter asked nervously, looking away from Tony's eyes, acutely aware of the tears burning in his eyes.

"Why would I be angry?" Tony asked. Peter shrugged, hugging himself with his arms. Tony shrugged as well and walked up to Peter, hugging him tightly.

"Pete, I'm not angry. You're my son, and if you aren't my son that's okay too. I love you. Clothes don't have gender, you do. You can wear what you want and I'll love you no matter what."

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Peter-Man

Hey MJ?

Badass bitch

Hello Peter.

Peter-Man

How would you feel if I went to prom in a dress?

Badass bitch

Hot.

Peter-Man

???????

Badass bitch

Do I get to wear a suit?

Peter-Man

If you want

Badass bitch

Nice. What colour you wearing?

Peter-Man

Why?

Badass bitch

For the corsage you idiot. And I'll wear a flower in the breast pocket of my blazer.

Peter-Man

Oh. Well, I don't know what colour yet. My mum still has to take me dress shopping.

Badass bitch

Can I come with you?

Peter-Man

No! It has to be a surprise!

Badass bitch

Okay. Okay. Calm your farm. Can't wait to see you

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"Tony? Where are you?" Steve asked. The rogues were in the lounge room waiting impatiently for Tony, who had told them he'd be here. They all rose an eyebrow when Tony came running into the room, full formal suit and nice shoes, hair done up nicely.

"Sorry. Um. I know I told you to come today, but Uh, something came up?" Tony said hesitantly.

"Something like what?" Bucky asked.

"No! Mum! My hairs fine! I don't need gel! No! Get away from me with the gel!" They heard a voice shout from the kitchen.

"Something like that?" Tony said quietly. He sighed at the confused looks on the teams' faces and waved behind him as he walked into the kitchen. He was met with Peter fighting off Pepper's hands. In his right hand, an eyeliner pencil was clutched and his left was fighting off Pepper. Pepper had a stern look on her face as she brandished her hand full of hair gel.

"I am not letting my son go to prom while his hair looks like that," Pepper said firmly. Peter groaned and dropped his hands and put the eyeliner pencil on the bench.

"My hair looks fine usually," Peter grumbled.

"Pep is right Underoos, your hairs a mess. Now sit still and let her fix it up for your little school dance." Tony said.

"You're supposed to be on my side." Peter mumbled.

"Don't you wanna look nice for your girlfriend? And your last school dance? Just sit and let your lovely mum do your hair and you can finish your eyeliner after." Tony said offhandedly. Peter made a noise and slouched. Pepper swatted him and he mumbled something before sitting up straight again.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam asked from the doorway. Peter went to turn his head sharply but Pepper turning his head back to face her.

"My son, Peter, is getting ready for senior prom." Tony explained briefly.

"But he's in a dress?" Steve said. Peppers hands dropped when Peter turned to look at them and frowned.

"So? I can wear whatever the hell I want." Peter said, crossing one leg over the other, everyone's eyes flickered down to his shoes, which just so happened to be red pumps, matching his dress.

"Yes. He can. Because I said so." Tony said firmly.

"And because he looks amazing. Where did you get those heels?" Natasha asked.

"He stole them from my closet." Pepper said, turning Peter back to her and finishing off his hair. Peter grinned and waved a hand.

"You weren't using them." Peter said in a sing song voice.

"No, I wasn't. I'm surprised we're the same size. Anyway. You're done. You look great." Pepper said. Peter shrugged and stood up steadying himself on his feet and putting his hands on his hips.

"Like a million bucks." Tony said, throwing his hands up into the air. He rushed over to Peter and hugged him tightly, only for Peter to make a noise.

"Careful. Just got all pretty." Peter said, Tony rolled his eyes. Tony nodded and sniffed, wiping his nose. Nodded and patting Peter's upper arms.

"Are you crying?" Peter asked incredulously. Tony sniffed.

"You're all grown up now." He said wetly. That's when Peter had to hold back his own tears.

"Says you." Peter said. Tony rolled his eyes.

"Don't ruin your makeup." Tony said, patting him on the shoulder. Peter nodded and sniffled.

"Who knew that the Stark men were the waterworks." Natasha teased. Tony waved a hand, instinct with Peter who carefully wiped his eyes.

"I'm sorry to interrupt sirs, but Peter's date is here," FRIDAY said. Peter's whole face lit up, Tony, Pepper and the team followed Peter as he rushed to the elevator in excitement. When the doors opened out stepped a girl in a dark grey suit. Peter rushed up to her and placed a kiss on her lips.

"MJ! You're here!" He said excitedly. The girl cocked an eyebrow.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked, Peter shrugged.

"Thought you'd ditch me." He said, scanning her over.

"Who knew you'd look good in a suit? And look at your bow tie! You look so pretty!" Peter exclaimed. MJ shrugged and looked him over.

"Corsage. It matches your dress." She said awkwardly, her cheeks beating up when Peter grinned.

"Holy shit! I made you blush! I didn't think I looked that good!" Peter said happily. MJ narrowed her eyes and poked at his cheek.

"You're wearing eyeliner. You look hot." MJ said bluntly. It was Peter's turn to redden and get shy.

"Keep it in your pants MJ, my parents are here." Peter said. But they could all see the massive smile on his face.

"Yes. We are." Tony said. Peter turned around and fiddled with his hands. MJ wrapped an arm around Peter's waist and tugged him into her side.

"You're finally the same height as me." She teased, Peter rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. Now pictures!" Peter said excitedly. Pepper pulled out a camera from nowhere and raised it. MJ and Peter move until they were in front of the fireplace, posing for a few pictures before Pepper and Tony joined in the photo. Clint took the camera and snapped as many photos as he could.

"Okay. Happy will drive you. You can drink, but only what you buy or someone you trust gives you the alcohol. Don't drink the punch, it's always spiked. Don't do any drugs and text us where you are. Happy will drive you back. Have fun Underoos." Tony said, Peter nodded and hugged Tony and Pepper.

"I'll have Peter back by midnight." MJ said.

"You staying the night honey?" Pepper asked.

"That would be wonderful Miss Potts, my mums, out of town again for the next week," MJ said. Pepper nodded as they left.

If they heard Peter and MJ come back up to the penthouse just before midnight giggling madly and whispering, stumbling into Peter's room then they didn't say anything.