Keep Trying (FTM Peter Parker X Wade Wilson)

Getting Kicked Out Is His New Beginning

Peter made his way home, today had been a hectic day and frankly he just wanted to crash on his bed and curl up into a ball like a cat but as soon as he got home that became impossible. As soon as he entered the house his father came barreling at him while yelling loudly.
Peter grabbed the knob and was prepared to go darting out the door if his father went to beat him, instead his father slammed his fist against the door and glared at him.
"You disgust me."
His father said and back handed the boy. Peter rose his hand to his cheek as his father dragged him by his backpack to his room. Peters eyes widened as he saw his binders cut up on the bed along with his packer that had been melted to the bed. Peter felt his stomach sink and his heart race, he felt like he was gonna throw up.
"What the fuck is this?!"
His father screamed as he motioned towards the pile on the bed. Peter stayed silent and stared at the ground as his father raked a hand through his hair and shook his head.
"Patrica Maria Parker!! Answer me now!"
"My binders."
Peter whispered.
"Don't tell me you think your one of those tranny freaks."
"I am-"
Peter went to snap at him but was back handed so hard he fell to the floor.
"Get out."
His father said lowly.
"What?"
Peter stared up at his father wide eyed. His father kicked him in the face and screamed.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!! I DONT WANT A DAUGHTER WHO THINKS SHES A MAN. YOU DISGUST ME."
Peter scrambled to his feet once his father left. He tore off his bag and stuffed some clothes in it and put on a big black hoodie. As he was packing he felt tears stream down his face, he looked at himself in his mirror. He had long brown hair and big brown doe eyes and a slight sprinkle of freckles covered his cheeks. He snatched up his bag and his wallet and walked out of the house and to the bus stop.
Once he sat down he breathed deeply and covered his face with his hands. Who was he suppose to go to? Who would accept a freak like him? He had no friends, he was a social outcast at school. What was he supposed to do now?
He grabbed his phone and called the only family member he could think of that was nice. It took three rings before she answered.
"Hey Aunt May?"
"Yes? Patrica?"
"Uh yeah. Can I come over?"
"Isn't it a little late?"
His aunt had a hint of concern in her voice as she said this.
"Dad kicked me out."
"What?! Oh honey...yes come on over. I'll make some hot chocolate, the way you like it."
Peter sniffled and nodded.
"Thank you. See you in a bit."
"Be careful honey."
With that he hung up and got on the bus and sat in the back. He watched the buildings as they went by, listening to the random chatter that filled the bus. Once it stop a block away from his aunt's he got off and made his way there.
He climbed up the stairs to her floor and knocked on the door and she answered almost immediately. Upon seeing the boy she brightened up and opened her arms wide and wrapped them around him.
"Come in, come in."
She said as she gently pushed him inside, closing the door behind him. Peter went and sat down on the couch and May brought two mugs of hot chocolate and handed on to him and sat next to him.
"What happened honey?"
She asked gently.
"He found out I'm trans."
Peter said as he looked at his mug. When he didn't get a response he clasped his hands tighter around the mug and prepared for rejection.
"What?!"
May yelled and Peter's head snapped up as his aunt looked at him angrily. She took a sip of her hot chocolate.
"Why on earth are you only telling me now?! Your telling me I had a nephew after all and you decided to only tell me now. Well tell me your name."
She smiled gently at him and Peter blushed a bit as he fidgeted with his mug.
"P-Peter..."
May brightened up and hugged him.
"That name suits you. I'm sorry about your asshole dad. You can stay with me for as long as you'd like ok?"
Peter nodded and smiled.
"Thanks Aunt May."