An-Peter's decathlon team come to the tower (Peter's home) and Flash makes fun of him because of his sexuality and Peter snaps.

TW-Sexual assault, homophobia

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Decathlon practice was going fine, no surprise visits from any of the Avengers, his dad had even steered clear from the common room so the team could practice. It started when Peter got up to get snacks, usually, he wouldn't let Flash get to him, but today he was feeling fragile. He had a massive smile on his face when he walked into the kitchen, he didn't even let the appearance of Nat get him down. He just waved merrily at her, before opening the cupboard and digging out some snacks. And then his face dropped and his smile faltered.

"I can't believe Parker would go to these lengths to get popular. I mean, he's just an orphan. He's just a nobody." Flash said. Peter almost dropped the bag of chips and the bowl he was carrying. Nat saw him falter and jumped up to catch the bowl before it hit the floor. He couldn't hear Natasha as he listened to Flash.

"I bet he broke in, a nobody like him would ever be able to get in here otherwise," Flash said, Peter was used to this, but somehow hearing it in his own home, where he felt safe and loved shattered his world. Suddenly the one person who made Peter feel horrible and dirty was invading his safety. Suddenly Nat nudged him, looking at him worriedly.

"You ok Peter?" She said softly, handing the bowl back to him.

"Yeah I'm ok, just remembered some homework I needed to do, due tomorrow," Peter whispered, already walking back into the lounge room, plastering on one of the biggest smiles he could. Peter avoided Flash's gaze as he sat down, shrinking into the floor. He hated that simple words could ruin his whole mood, he'd been looking forward to this for weeks, he never had friends over. The meet up went sort of smooth from then on, with tight smiles and airy laughs from Peter, but something Flash said snapped something in him. Peter dropped one of the flashcards and tried to laugh it off.

"Jeez Parker, why are you so gay?" Flash sneered, snatching the cards from him. Peter was frozen, he came out at while ago at school, and he was used to the slurs and comments, but something about it made him want to punch Flash so hard. Peter slowly turned his head to look at Flash, his hands still frozen in their previous position.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Peter questioned loudly, knowing full well he could hear the team in the kitchen, "Was it something I said? Because usually I can handle the slurs, and the pushes and the shoves. But I'm sick of handling it." Peter said, standing up so he could tower over Flash, who looked slightly terrified.

"So fucking what Flash. I'm gay. I like boys, I think they're pretty fucking dandy." Peter said, Flash was slowly standing up to get in his face, "And you being too immature to handle that isn't going to stop me from loving who I want. You can call me what you want, a fag, a fairy, a cocksucker. But that is never going to change me. So suck on that." Peter said, pushing Flash back.

"The one thing I'm not going to let you do is say that shit in my own fucking home. So you either apologise to me, or you get lost." Peter said, venom dripping from his voice. Suddenly, well it wasn't sudden, Peter could almost see it in slow motion. Flash was kissing him, his lips on Peter's his hands on his face. Peter frantically pushed him away, staring at him open-mouthed. Flash looked confused, trying to go in for another kiss, only for Peter to press a firm hand into his chest, keeping him in his place. A single tear made its way down Peter's face.

"I think you should leave," Peter said softly. Flash took the hint and picked up his bag and left in a rush. Peter was frozen, staring at the wall in front of him. He stumbled back into the couch, the back of his knees hit the couch, making him collapse into it. MJ tried to say something but was interrupted.

"I want to be alone right now," Peter said quietly. The decathlon team nodded mutely, packing away the cards, muttering small thank yous on their way out. How did it all go to shit so fast? Had Flash been gay this whole time? Had he only made fun of Peter because he was so insecure? Peter must have been sitting and thinking because when he blinked back his tears and looked up it was dark outside. He blinked again before starting to cry. He hated this, that he was so confused all over again. He was suddenly so confused and hurt and not ok all of a sudden, from a stupid kiss.

He barely spared Tony a glance when he sat next to him gently, easing into the seat. Peter curled up against the arm of the lounge, his knees in his chest. Peter's eyes were wide, he hated crying, it always made him feel empty and tired. And he was so sick of being tired all the time.

"Hey," Tony said softly.

"Hi," Peter responded. The team were slowly filtering into the room.

"So you're gay?" Tony said.

"Yep," Peter said. Tony nodded, drumming on his knees.

"Any boys I need to kill?" Tony said.

"Nope," Peter said.

"So what was that about?" Tony said softly. Peter shrugged.

"Dunno," Peter said. Tony sighed next to him.

"You want to talk about it?" Tony questioned.

"Yeah," Peter said.

"You want a hug?" Tony asked. Peter nodded, leaning into Tony's side. Tony and Peter had this understanding that Peter struggled to use more than one-word answers when he's upset. Right now was one of those times.

"That was my first kiss with a guy, and he ruined it. I've hated him for the longest time, he's made my life a living hell since the minute I came out. He's mean and he's nasty and he's insecure. And then he goes and kisses me like he hadn't made me dread school since I was thirteen." Peter blurted, wrapping his arms around Tony's middle, who sighed.

"You know, I'm really proud of you," Tony said quietly. Peter looked up at him confused, "You stood up for yourself, and you stood your ground. You knew your boundaries and you didn't let him disrespect you." Tony said, rubbing Peter's arm.

"He's an asshole," Peter said softly. Tony chuckled above him.

"That he is." Tony hummed. Peter nodded into his side.

"So, are there any boys you like?" Tony said. Peter made a face up at him.

"I am so not talking about this with my old man." Peter said, "But just this once I will. There is a boy." Peter said, smiling into Tony's blazer.

"Mhm, and who is this boy, I'm taking notes," Tony said, pulling out his phone for show, Peter quickly snatched it out of his grasp. Peter couldn't hide the blush dusting his cheeks, and the smile that made its way onto his face.

"His name is is Abraham. He's in my year, and he's bi. So ya know, I have a fifty-fifty chance. He's nice, he talks with me in maths and physics, he likes StarWars and lego too, or at least I think he does." Peter shrugged.

"It sounds to me like he'd trying to get you to like him," Pepper said, a smirk on her face. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Mum, no. Besides I have game, I already have his number." Peter said, a sly smile on his face, watching as the room quickly irrupted into chaos.