It's Peter. - Trans!Peter Parker

Chapter Seven

A/N I am so sorry for the wait but here's a long-ish chapter. And yes, I know it has been exactly six months. I am so so so sorry.

Peter POV

Lunch and dinner were both pizza. I didn't know what I expected. Mr. Stark would never hire a chef, Miss Pepper was probably too busy running Stark Industries to make food, and I figured the rest of the Avengers were usually saving the world and didn't have the time to learn how to cook.

Not that I am complaining. I love pizza as much as the next guy. It was great for my metabolism.

"I still can't believe I dropped a whole loading doc on you..." Mr. Steve said, taking another bite of his pizza, looking at me.

"Uh, yeah. I mean. I'm strong so it's alright," I said, not knowing how to respond. I just took another bite of my food. It was really weird being the center of attention, especially if the attention you are the center of is a group of superheroes.

Everyone kept looking at me, scanning me or something. I was slouching a lot in an attempt to make my chest hidden. I was wearing my binder, but I still felt like Miss Natasha and Mr. Bucky were looking at me in... that way. I don't know how to describe it. It's just... this way people look at you when they know.

I finished my dinner quickly after that, wanting to get away from the trained assassins. I went to my new room, surprised to find the red and gold walls comforting. It felt right somehow.

I decided it was time to redecorate, if only a little.

The Iron Man bedspread was the first to go, earning its own special place in my huge closet. Then went the Tony Stark brand of cologne and shampoo, which both went in the back of the bathroom cabinet.

My eyes caught sight of a bottle of painkillers, and a thought came to me. My next T shot was coming up, as it was almost a month since my last. Would I still get it? Mr. Stark didn't know, not just yet. And I don't want to tell him just yet. Could I sneak out? No... I need a parent or in my case, a guardian to come with.

I checked my phone calendar. I had three days to figure it out, then there's the appointment. Tomorrow they were going to call and make sure I was still coming. I went through my options.

Sneak out, but that wouldn't solve my guardian problem.

Tell Mr. Stark, but I still didn't want to come out.

Which left the rest of the Avengers. I didn't know any of them very well, the only ones I had held a conversation with for longer than five minutes is Miss Pepper and Happy, who would both tell Mr. Stark. However...

Mr. Bucky and Miss Natasha knew. I was certain. And they were spies. They could keep a secret, right?

A knock on my door drew me from my thoughts. I ran out of the bathroom I was still in, and answered the door.

"Hey kid," Mr. Stark said and made a gesture as if to ask if he could come in. I was taken aback from the politeness but let him in nevertheless.

"Hi Mr. Stark, what's up," I asked, jumping onto the bed.

"Not much, I'm just curious why you left dinner so fast. I know the justice league out there aren't the most welcoming of crowds but they all really love you."

"Oh, uh. I'm just kinda tired. I needed a little bit of time I guess," I say, shrugging. It wasn't a complete lie, I was getting a little tired.

"Alright kiddo, if that's all. But I'm not lying, the fellows out there like you. They couldn't believe that you're only 15."

"I'm 16 Mr. Stark."

"Really?"

"Have been for the last 10 months."

"Hm. Well. I guess that means in two months you'll get a miraculous party then," Mr. Stark said, winking and walking to the door. "And don't blame me if things get out of hand."

I sigh, knowing it wasn't any use trying to make him not forget my birthday. Instead of thinking about all the horrible things he could do during said party, I went back to the bathroom to continue the cleaning out.

I set mostly everything up for use, making sure there was an opened soap bar in the shower and a new roll of toilet paper in the toilet paper thing. I only started to stress out when I noticed there weren't pads or tampons in this bathroom. It made sense, because in the mind of Tony Stark I wouldn't need them.

"Friday?" I whispered.

"Yes Peter?" Friday whispered back.

"Where is Miss Natasha's room?" I asked, forming a very bad plan.

"Natalie Rushman's room is three doors to the left, do you want me to tell her you are coming Peter?"

"No, no Friday. It's... a surprise. Thank you though!" I said, and peaked out my door into the hallway of doors.

There, three doors down, was a door with the Black Widow symbol on the front. I crept out and tried my best to make it over without making any noise, and ended up only squeaking one or two floorboards.

I pressed my ear to the door and tried to listen for anyone inside. Hearing none, I opened the door and quickly invited myself in. The interior was about the same as mine, as in the bed and windows were in the same place. Everything else was different. The walls were black with a red accent wall, and weapons hung from every place possible.

I walked over to the bathroom door and walked in, looking for anything I could use. The pads and tampons were usually in the cupboard under the sink, right? That's where Aunt May always kept hers.

After not finding them in any of the places I had looked, I gave up. I would just have to ask Miss Natasha or Miss Pepper. I left the bathroom and instantly felt my senses spike. I jumped up and stuck to the ceiling, effectively dodging a kick that was aimed where I was moments earlier.

"Parker? What the hell are you doing in my room," Miss Natasha demanded, glaring at the ceiling with her hand near a knife in her belt.

"I... I needed something," I said, feeling ashamed. I let myself down from the ceiling, standing in front of her. Miss Natasha seemed to understand and nodded.

"Does Stark not know?" She asked, and I shook my head, looking down. "I'm sorry. I don't have any, as a result of not needing them. When I was trained they sterilized me. Just to get any complications out of the way. I'm sure Pepper has some you can use."

"Okay, thank you..." I say, hesitating.

"What is it," Miss Natasha asked, crossing her arms.

"I have an appointment in three days. I can't go without a parent or guardian... Do you think you could come as my guardian? Because I don't want Tony to know about me yet and I'm pretty sure only you and Mr. Bucky know," I said carefully. Miss Natasha nodded along, still showing almost no emotion.

"Sure kid. I'll come. But you need to tell Stark eventually. Don't be scared of him, he'll only help you if anything." Miss Natasha said, and I smiled, overjoyed.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much," I say, hugging her. I felt her tense up and instantly let her go, only just remembering I was talking to a trained assassin. "I'll um. I'll go now," I say, gesturing to the door. She nodded and got out of my way.

I went back to my room, feeling better than I had before, momentarily forgetting all about anything bad in the world.