Please Don't Leave Me~ trans Peter Parker

Prologue

~Prologue~

TW:
Mentions of rape

"And if you take a look here, you'll see some of our most famous radio active spiders" The voice droned on.

A couple was making out in the back, some guy was laughing at the way hands looked, teenagers talked all around, and if you look in the front, you may see a boy wearing a graphic T-shirt. This same boy who (instead of listening) talked to his friend, Ned, about the latest star war movie.
This boy's name was Peter Parker.

"So like I was saying, I got this new LEGO set and-"
Turning towards Ned, he spoke in a hushed tone, in order to not disrupt the snooze fest happening in the room. "This is so boring I think I'm falling asleep while standing"
Ned agreed quietly and a few minutes passed by, before the awkward teen started to get bored.. and when he got bored, he got restless. Typical teenage boy things.
"I'm going to the bathroom" he patted Ned's shoulder and walked off, his best friend watching him cautiously. Ned rarely let Parker go to the restroom alone. Not since last time..
-

Bathrooms were gross. Like really gross.
Peter found himself scrunching up his nose as he entered the dreaded male's bathroom, the stench making his eyes water.
He still nonetheless continued on, finishing up his PERSONAL business in the confines of one of the stalls.
The bathroom door opened and closed, the sound bouncing off the walls, which have clearly been painted over multiple times due to "explicit drawings".
Everything was fine.. Until he heard the voice that often sputtered non-sense in his direction. "Well if it isn't Penis Parker. Are you sure you're in the right bathroom? Maybe I need to help you check"
Throughout his whole evil villain monologue, he took threatening steps toward Parker, eventually cornering him against the wall.
Peter didn't remember much. They say sometimes when a person goes through a traumatic experience, their brain often blocks out those memories to protect the host from reliving it over.. And over..
All he could recall was the feeling of guilt and anger and cold, cold fingers..
-
He took a steadying breath, willing his heart rate to return back to normal. He hated thinking about that day..
The guy was expelled, but it left permanent scars on Parker's mental health. The only person he let touch him was Ned, and that was on rare occasions.

The brunette's shoes squeaked against the almost unbelievably shiny floor, his eyes immediately taking in the sights around him. This was the future. HE was the future.
A future full of machinery and superheroes.. which Peter didn't mind. After all, he prided himself in the life size poster of black widow he kept hanging on his wall.. For multiple reasons..

Science had always been his favorite subject, he could definitely see himself working here in the future. He had so many ideas, so many formulas running through his head every second of the day. He just needed to find a way to let those ideas out.

His thoughts were so distracted, he didn't realize a strong, stringy material covering his T-shirt.
"Motherfu- what is this?" Peter squeaked (in a VERY manly way) and tried to desperately wipe the substance off of himself. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand.
"Ow!"
He knocked the spider off and examined the bite.. when suddenly.. everything went.. black..