Locked Inside [Trans Peter Parker story]

chapter 8: the avengers

"Alright, that was a nice brunch thing." Gwen said as she closed the pizza boxes and tossed them aside.

"Yeah." I said and nodded. We finished the last episode of season 8 in RuPaul's drag race. Then we started season 9, and I immediately had a favourite which was Sasha Velour.
However in one of the later episodes, Peppermint admitted he was trans and I absolutely loved that.

"We should call Harry." Gwen spoke up, and MJ and I nodded.

"I wonder where he is?"

"Probably at home, doing whatever. But he said that the monster was his father? Which doesn't make any sense whatsoever." I questioned.

"Well, Harry's always been a little" MJ tilted her head, "he's been a bit, strange if we're going to use words. Doesn't he have schizophrenia?"

"I think so, but I never thought it was bad. Normally he can control it." I shrugged.

"He has schizophrenia? Really?" Gwen asked.

I nodded and we went back to watching the show, not because we were not worried for Harry, but we would be a little nervous. Then Gwen grimaced as she shifted in the bed.

"Are you ok?" I asked and leaned over.

"Yeah, just... ugh, cramps." She said, and clutched her stomach. Oh God we we're synced. "And I ran out of Ibuprofen." She groaned.

"I have Advil." I tossed her the container.

"Why?" MJ looked over with a raised brow.

"Uh, in the school a chalkboard fell on me, and thats why I went to the store, I got a few bruises."

"Oh, thanks." Gwen snatched a water bottle off of the dresser and took one. "You're so lucky Peter, do you ever get them anymore?"

I cleared my throat. "Uh, not as much."

"You still get them?" MJ looked back at me. "That sucks."

I nodded. "I know. But taking the T really helps."

"I can half relate. Because I'm gay, there's no need for it. I've made a poem. Roses are red, period go away, I have no need for you cause I'm gay."

I snorted. We finished the show, and searched Netflix for a new one. I looked out the window and rain was beginning to pour.

"Oh fun. Rain." MJ rolled her eyes.

"What's wrong with rain?"

"Its loud and annoying."

And really hard to swing around in. "I think I'm gonna head out. I told May I would be back around noonish." I said, and grabbed my backpack.

"Alright, see you soon!" They waved and I headed out of her room. I walked to my house because it wasn't too far. When I got to my home, there was a black limo in the driveway.
"Huh?" I questioned out loud.
I walked inside and my heart stopped. On the couch sat May chatting to Norman Osborn. He looked at me and a cold look filled his eyes.

"Hello! You're home a bit early! Listen I was chatting with Mr Osborn here and he invited you over for lunch with him and Harry. Is that ok?"

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. "I-I have um, a project to work on."

"Oh, I insist that you come." He shook his head and stood up. "Come son," he walked over to me, and I almost fell back.

"Have fun!"

"Uh, no the project is, urgent. I have to finish it soon."

"Your school is shut down for a week, you can stop worrying about it so much." May grinned and waved. "Be good!"