Friendly Neighborhood Trans Spider-Man

Breakfast and Plot Twists

Peter opens his eyes to see a beige ceiling. He is rocking slightly in the web, and he takes a moment to realise where he is. He rolls onto his side to get more comfortable, but winces when his ribs shout in pain.

Peter reaches out for his phone beside him. He sleepily punches in the code to text MJ.

Spidey - I know that it is 7:23, so you are probably still asleep, but thank you.

Peter sets his phone back onto the web and closes his eyes again. He starts to drift off, but is startled awake by the smell of bacon. Peter investigates where it is coming from, looking around the room and finding a vent near the ground. He thinks that it leads to the other floors.

"Jarvis, is Mr. Stark making breakfast?"

"No, sir. Master Stark had an early meeting, so Ms. Romanoff is making breakfast for the team."

"Thank you, Jarvis."

Peter sits up in his web, his Spider-Man blanket wrapped around him. He winces again at the pain in his chest. He gently climbs down the wall, after grabbing his phone, and collects new clothes from his suitcase. He attaches his web shooters to his wrists and heads to the bathroom. He changes quickly and gently, and decides to not put his binder back on.

I mean, Peter thinks to himself, if Natasha already knows, then I don't have to hide it that much. And MJ will be mad at me if I put it back on.

He leaves his binder on the countertop and exits the bathroom to put on his giant sweatshirt. His sports bra sits uncomfortably on his chest and he squirms as he waits for the elevator. His body feels foreign. Peter can tell that it will be a bad dysphoria day.

The elevator drops him off at the 82nd floor. In the kitchen, Natasha is cooking bacon and eggs. She wears a black apron with the Black Widow symbol on it. Natasha is humming to a song that Peter doesn't know.

Natasha stops humming and looks up from the eggs to see Peter making his way to the bar. He sits and smiles sheepishly at her.

"How do you like your eggs, Peter?"

"Scrambled is fine, thank you."

Natasha nods and cracks two more eggs into a separate pan. She continues to make the eggs. A comfortable silence surrounds the two, but Peter's curiosity gets the better of him.

"Um, Natasha?" he asks. She looks up at him and raises an eyebrow. "Is it obvious?" His fingers nervously tap out a beat on the bar as he tries to keep eye contact with her. Natasha's face softens and she sets down the spatula.

"No, it's not. You have to remember that I'm a spy, Peter." Her voice is comforting.

"Yeah, sorry," he apologises quietly.

"Hey, it's okay Peter. You're in a new place and you're meeting new people who you look up to. It's not strange to be worried about that."

"So," he says, then lowers his voice again, "you're okay with it?"

"Of course I'm okay with it. And everybody else will be too. Trust me. You might get some trouble with Steve but he'll come around. He's not really educated on these things."

"Okay," he nods. "Thank you."

"Of course."

Natasha hands Peter a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, which he eagerly takes. Natasha chuckles to herself and starts to hum again as she makes the rest of the team breakfast.

When Peter is almost done with his eggs, the elevator doors open and Wanda steps out. She is wearing her black tank top and red jeans as usual. She gives Peter and Natasha a smile and sits down for her food. Natasha passes her a plate with scrambled eggs and a blueberry muffin. Wanda says her thanks.