Peter Parker One Shots

shapeshifting Peter cause I needed something semi-soft

I wrote a shapeshifting Peter fic

So

Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Again, quality over quantity
Sorry if it is short, it's better than nothing.
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1.

Peter rubbed at his shoulder, wincing at the joint pain. It happened often. The pain, that is. Peter was used to it by now, and therefore was used to ignoring it. He knew the pain came with the power. Or rather, the lack of power. Peter didn't know anyone else who could shift, so he had no one to fact check with. As far as he could tell, the pain came from being in one body, one shape, for long periods of time.
But it wasn't like he could just shift to help get rid of the pain. The last time he had been unable to handle the pain and had shifted, he'd been chased out of the house by a pissed and terrified aunt.
Since then, he's learned to bite down the pain and aches, to just cry silent tears in his room at night.

Peter sighed, getting up from his bed, stretching. He looked at the time and winced again. God, couldn't Tony go to bed before 3 am? If tony would just go to bed, he could shift and get rid of at least some of the ache settled in his bones.

He sighed again, walking out of his room towards the kitchen to get some water. He filled a cup, downing the water and setting the glass back on the counter, flinching at a sudden pain hit him in the stomach. He pushed against it with a hand, sighing in relief when it went away fairly quickly. Peter pushed himself away from the counter and turned around...

Right into a figure.

"Boo!"

Peter yelled, jumping and...

Tony blinked at the hissing balck cat which glared up at him from where Peter had stood just a minute ago. He laughed, small chickles turning into doubled over bellowing as peter shifted back onto a grumbling teenage boy.

"You don't need to laugh that much, Tony. you're so old it might give you a hear attack."

"My god! See, you mentioned briefly that you could shapeshift, but you never said anything more. I thought it was small things, like eye color or hair. No, it's full on shifting!"

Tony kept laughing as Peter rolled his eyes and reached for the tylenol on the counter. Tony's laughs died, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Why do you need that?" he asked, nodding at the tylenol. Peter glanced up at him before looking down again.

"Um, so, if I don't shift for a while, I end up with some minor aches and pains. No big deal. It's just annoy-"

Peter hissed, grabbing at his stomach, wincing. Tony walked over t him, gently taking the pill bottle out of his hand. They waited the pain out together, Peter relaxing when the pain subsided, and bending down to sit. Tony sat with him, watching Peter tilt his head back and take a deep breath.

"That didn't seem like a minor ache and pain to me, kiddo. If not shifting does this, then maybe you need to shift for a bit."

Peter laughed weakly.

"Yeah, I know. It's just that the last time I shifted to help with the pain, I was chased out of the apartment. It wasn't pretty. So I think I'm good. Plus, it doesn't hurt as bad now sense I shifted."

Tony looked at him, disbelief written on his face.

"Okay kid. I know that everything you just said about being fine was a load of bs. So here's my proposition."

"Tony, I'm not a businessman, you don't need to make propositions with me."

"So here's my proposition." Peter sighed, but didn't interrupt. "We sit on the couch and watch a show, get comfortable, and whenever you feel safe, you shift. I swear I won't hurt you, okay? We're all strange here, Strange most of all." Peter snorted. "Deal?"