An-Peter is a reporter and gets into the Q&A(Peter is in his early twenties, still Spider-Man)(deaf and trans Peter)(Avengers include, Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Bruce, Clint, Thor, Loki)

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Peter almost fainted when the Tony Stark pointed at him for his question, he hurriedly dropped his camera and picked up his notepad and pencil.

"Many people in the media paint you as selfish, and yet during the Chutari invasion you flew a live mussel into an open portal to save the planet's population, knowing you may not survive. Why?" Peter asked, looking back up at Tony briefly, who was staring at him.

"What's your name kid?" Tony asked, Tony was curious honestly, he was at least ten times younger the rest of the reporters, and he was on his own.

"Peter Parker, with Benjamin productions sir," Peter said nervously, he really needed this question for the issue of his paper, he'd been struggling to get news.

"Where's your camera, Peter Parker?" Tony asked, Peter blushed darkly before picking his camera up off his lap, taking a photo with it for show. Tony leaned back in his seat, of course, the young reporter and photographer was also the kid they'd had eyes on as Spider-Man.

"Well, I realised that there were more important things than me and my lifestyle. I have friends now, people I care about, I can actually make a difference now, and I want the world to be alive to see it." Tony finished, watching as Peter scribbled it all down, before switching to his camera.

"You have any other questions, Pete?" Tony asked, watching as the boy looked up at him, his eyes glittering.

"Yes sir." He said, Tony narrowed his eyes, this kid asked way more interesting questions than all the other reporters, "Then fire away kid." Peter blinked at him before flipping through a couple of pages.

"Hawkeye, what's it like knowing you inspire hundreds of disabled children across America?" Peter said, Clint looked taken aback by the question, no one ever asked him about his disability, let alone asked him a question.

"You got a disability kid?" Clint asked.

"Yes sir, deaf in both one ear, partial hearing in the other," Peter said proudly, Clint nodded.

"Well I honestly didn't know I inspired kids, but I guess I'm one of the only disabled superheroes out there. I guess it makes me feel proud of my disability, but also makes me angry for all the kids who don't have disabled role models. I guess I just want to say to all those kids is that you can be who you want, don't let your body limit you." Clint said, watching as Peter hurriedly wrote down his answers, no one else was writing the answers down except him. When he looked up Tony motioned for him to keep asking away.

"Captain America and White Wolf, as a transgender man I found your coming out speech's heart wrenching and inspiring, how does it feel knowing that you inspired thousands of youths to come out to close friends and family?" Peter said, catching their faces of his camera, Steve and Bucky took liberty at the moment to take Bucky's hand in his own.

"Well we came out because we were sick of hiding it, we knew the consequences of our actions. Even though it's not the forties it's still a rough world out there." Steve said, looking at Bucky for him to continue.

"Stevie and I cried when we saw the tag on Twitter of kids coming out because of us. We had hundreds of kids come to us and say that we were the reason they came out and we were in shock, now we can do more than stop people from dying." Bucky said. Peter nodded, writing it all down, before taking a final photo. Tony motioned for another question again.

"Black Widow, what's it like being the first woman on a team of superheroes? Do you feel outnumbered or pressured to succeed?" Peter asked shakily, all the attention was on him, that's why he became a reporter, so the attention wasn't on him.

"Yes. Sometimes I feel like there should be more women on the team, not only because it's demeaning but also because young girls should have more role models for themselves. At times, yes, I do feel an intense need to succeed, but the boys are pretty scared of me so I don't always have to show them who's boss." Natasha said, she was also closely watching as he smiled as he wrote down the conversation. Tony and he repeated their game.

"Dr Banner, last year you released a book detailing your work on Gamma radiation, is there another book coming in the near future?" Peter asked, swinging to his camera again. Bruce laughed nervously.

"Would anyone read it?" He said irritably.

"I would," Peter said. Bruce blinked at him, clearly shocked.

"Well, Um, I have a couple of draft copies of a new book I've been wanting to publish," Bruce said, Peter didn't pause his writing to ask another question.

"Can you tell us what this book will be about?" He asked, finally looking up at Bruce to take another photo.

"Well, um, I'm doing a detailed study on the genetic of individuals with powers. The title is still a work in progress." Bruce said, Peter nodded, looking up at Tony for confirmation again, flipping through his notebook.

"Falcon, how is it being the only person of colour on the team?" Peter said, switching to his camera as Sam's face twisted.

"Well I'll tell you, kid, it's wild, none of these assholes can take spice." Sam laughed loudly at the crowd's faces, Peter had a small smirk on his face, "But on a serious note I'm kind of used to it, I've always been the only black kid of the bunch. I guess it would be nice to not be outnumbered, and I also know a lot of people don't take me seriously so." Sam just shrugged, Peter nodded as he wrote down the answers.

"Thor Odinson, the god of thunder and Loki of Asgard, the god of mischief and chaos, what is it like learning and adjusting to Midguardian customs?" Peter said, snapping a particularly good photo of the brothers leaning in on each other. Loki smiled down at Peter, who snapped a few more photos, Loki was quite enjoying the attention.

"Well Peter, I must admit you have some strange customs, and there are many things I could do on Asgar that are not allowed here," Loki said slyly.

"Could you list some examples?" Peter asked, oblivious of Loki's flirting.

"Well apparently flirting is frowned upon, Stark says I need to be more subtle but when I see something I like I will get it," Loki said, Peter blinked and reddened under his gaze, but shook it off easily.

"What about you Thor?" Peter said, willing his cheeks to lighten.

"Starkson has been couching me on Midguardian customs and actions, I must say they are very difficult to adjust to." Thor boomed, making Peter wince slightly.

"Got all your answers kid?" Tony asked when Peter finished scribbling.

"Yes Sir," Peter said with a bright smile.

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The team heard the loud cursing behind the door, along with thumps and crashes, before the door finally opened to Peter putting in his hearing aids and looking down at the floor, shuffling on his slippers.

"Sorry my phone didn't alert me when you rang the doorbell and I didn't have my hearing aids in, I really need to-" Peter cut himself off when he looked up and saw the team, his eyes widened and then he grew extremely red. He didn't have a shirt on, the Avengers were standing there in his doorway and he was shirtless, which meant they saw his surgery scars.

"That's because we didn't ring the doorbell," Tony said, Peter blinked a couple of time and looked out the door, his sign wasn't there, he huffed and leant back into his doorway.

"The landlord must have taken it down. There's usually a sign that says that I'm deaf and you need to ring the doorbell." Peter said, shifting on his feet awkwardly, he spoke in Italian for a moment, "Stupid asshole, always taking the fucking sign down, Mr I'm so smart and all-knowing." Tony rose an eyebrow, this was the one time he was happy he learnt Italian as a kid.

"Are you going to let us in?" Tony asked peering over Peter's shoulder into the apartment. Peter blushed darker and shuffled out of the way, opening to door wider for them to walk in. He quickly locked his door and rushed over to his dresser, opening one of the draws roughly, pulling out his old midtown sweater and tugging it over his head.

"I um, I have some fold up chairs?" He said, the team shook their heads, already finding places to sit. His apartment was small, no separate rooms, just one big room with his bed, desk, bookcases, couches and coffee table and the kitchen cabinets. He quickly rushed over to the coffee table, shifting the notebooks around, shoving papers into the open books and closing them, stacking them and closing his computer.

"Sorry I don't have people round much, let alone the Avengers." He said quietly, cringing when Natasha picked up his open notebook.

"What language is this?" she asked, Peter laughed nervously, taking a seat on the couch opposite Tony Natasha and Steve, next to Thor on the other side of the couch.

"Italian. It was my first language, I translate to English when I type everything up. My teachers used to hate it because they couldn't read my work." He said nervously.

"Is this, is Um, is this about the newspaper issue I'm writing? Because I don't have to publish it if you don't want me to. Oh shit!" He said, hearing the familiar beep on his hearing aids, he'd forgetting to charge them again. He took them out and held up a hand when he saw that they were speaking already. He quickly got up and went to his bedside, ignoring Loki who was eyeing him curiously. He made a couple of noises that sound like a mix between a sigh and a whine. He opened the drawer and started ruffling through it, reddening as he sensed their eyes on him. He sighed when he found the extra pair of hearing aids, clicking them in and turning them on before putting the others on charge.

"Sorry, forgot to charge them last night I guess." Peter said, wincing when he accidentally slammed the draw shut, cracking the draw, "for fuck's sake." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose, he'd made a right fool of himself. He sat back in the seat heavily.

"We are actually very much looking forward to the issue, but that's not what we're here for today," Steve said gently, Peter rose an eyebrow, looking around at the team who were sitting on his floor, his desk chair, his couches and even his kitchen bench.

"Well then what are you here for? I'm sorry but it's not every day the Avengers come round these parts." He said, eyeing Natasha who had picked up bus draft copy of his book, "Can you please put that down, it took a very long time." She looked at him and showed him the copy.

"You're writing a book?" She asked, Peter stood up and took it from her, slamming it down on the table again.

"Yes, I am. Look I really need to get back to work, I have a deadline for my next issue and I have photographs to deliver to my boss." He said, covering the front page of the book. 'Memoir of a teenage transgender man.' It read in a bold font. Tony sighed, flicking up a hologram screen.

"This is you? Crime-fighting spider? What is it, spider boy, spiderman?" Tony said, Peter winced, catching that bus hurt like hell on his wrists. His mind immediately went to the stack of X-rays on his desk, which Bruce was conveniently flicking through.

"Impressive feat kid, four hundred tons at fifty miles per hour," Steve said, the video kept replaying, Peter was sweating profusely. Bruce had opened one of the envelopes and was looking at the one of his shattered wrist he'd gotten when he was seventeen.

"Is that on YouTube? Cause you can fake anything." Peter laughed nervously.

"If you aren't Spider-Man why do you have his suit?" Bucky said, Peter's breath hitched as he turned to him sliding the suit out from under his pillow. Sam picked up the goggles and held them up to his face.

"Can you even see in these?" He said, Peter stood up and snatched the goggles off of his face and the suit from Bucky's hands, opening the draw on his desk and shoving it inside.

"You have normal eyes so you can see, my senses are dialled up to like eleven, yours are at five. Hands off man, they took ages to make." He huffed, fiddling with his camera, "You know I was having a great day, got a call saying that I might be eligible for new hearing aids, I have two drafts for newspaper issues, and I got news back from a publisher." He turned to the team sharply, "and then the Avengers waltz into my life and try to mess it up. What are you gonna do? Send me to the raft? Report me to the police as a vigilante?" Peter seethed, his whole face was red and he could feel the tears pricking in his eyes.

"What we want to know is why you do what you do," Bucky said.

"When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you. I would love to do things kids my age can, play football, go on testosterone, have friends, be a kid for fuck's sake." Peter said, staring at his table again.

"But you can't, because you're different," Tony said.

"I couldn't before I got these powers, so why should I now? I'm supposed to be puny orphan Peter Parker, not Spider-Man." Peter said, turning sharply.

"Well if you join us you can be Spider-Man," Natasha said.

"Sorry what?" Peter said, eying Thor who was bowing his couch.

"Join the Avengers," Loki said simply. Peter's has dropped open in shock.

"Why? Why would you want me?" Peter said softly.

"Because you've got skill, and we don't want you against us," Bucky said.

"Although, you could use some training," Natasha said.

"Okay, and if I do join your little band?" Peter asked, putting his camera back down.

"Well, you wouldn't have to live here for starters. Do you even have a bathroom?" Tony said in disgust. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Haha. It's down the hall, the level shares one." The team's eyes widened, "What? It was all I could afford." He said irritably.

"Well if you join the team, you get your own room with a bathroom. You get a paycheck, you wouldn't have to struggle to get by, and you could do that little paper of yours in your spare time." Tony said.

"We looked at your food bills, you have an enhanced metabolism," Bruce said, Peter narrowed his eyes at him.

"Seems I have enhanced everything." He muttered, Loki started laughing from his spot on the kitchen counter.

"I'll say." He said, Peter blushed darkly but shrugged it off.

"We might even be able to synthesise testosterone for you." Bruce offered, Peter's eyes lit up at the mention.

"Okay. Fine. I'll join your band, but I stay the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man." Peter said firmly.

"Deal," Steve said, Clint started opened Peter's drawers, Peter looked at him oddly.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Well, we should get you moving as soon as possible. Pack a bag kid, I'll get someone to pack up the rest of your stuff." Tony said, standing up.

"I don't have a suitcase," Peter said. Tony walked over to his front door and opened it when he stepped back inside he had a suitcase.

"Come on, get packing," Clint said, Peter sighed, opening the suitcase, and starting to put things in, muttering darkly in Italian as he gathered up the things he would need, Tony couldn't help but snicker at the words. The team watched him, handing him his notes books and books that were on the coffee table, and things form his desk. He opened his desk draw fully, which morphed into a stand for his gear. He pulled open his backpack and put the extra web fluid in, along with his suit.

"I could make you a new suit too," Tony muttered, Peter frowned, he was proud of that suit.

"You said something about new hearing aids too?" Clint asked, Peter shrugged.

"I didn't get hearing aids until I turned sixteen, and I've had the same pair since I was eighteen. I don't get to decide if I get the new model, my insurance company does." Peter said, carefully slipping his computer into his backpack, along with his chargers and cables.

"We can change that too." Tony said. Peter carefully took a few photos off of his wall, humming as he went.

"You can leave to photo frames." Tony said, Peter shook his head.

"Sorry but I don't trust anyone with these." He said, slipping them into another back pack. Bucky picked up one of the photos.

"Who's in the picture?" He asked, water peeked at the photo as he took it.

"My mum, my dad, my aunt and my uncle. They're all dead now, parents died when I was five, uncle when I was thirteen, aunt when I was nineteen. No more family left except me." Peter said, closing his back pack. He checked his draws and the kitchen and the coffee table, he had everything.

"That's rough kid." Steve said. Peter shrugged.

"I'm used to losing people. I had to grow up before anyone else my age." Peter said, shouldering a backpack, Sam went to pick up the other before groaning and dropping it back into the floor.

"How the hell do you carry that?!" Sam said, Peter grinned.

"Super strength." He said, taking it from Sam's feet.

"You'll fit right in kid." Clint said, clapping him on the back.

"Maybe."