Locked Inside [Trans Peter Parker story]

chapter 27: sinister

Harry and I sat in the middle of the hallway, not saying a word. I didn't think he was mad at me, but I didn't know if we were cool enough to talk to each other yet. It was perfectly silent, until we heard the back door creak open, and Deadpool poked his head in.

"Ok, it got really quiet and I really didn't know if you'd killed each other or..." he said, and we chuckled.

"No... I think we're good. I hope." I said, and glanced at him.

He grinned. "Yeah."

We both stood up, and I shifted on my feet awkwardly.

"Well, uh..." I scratched the back of my neck. "I should..." I pointed to the doorway that Deadpool was standing in.

"Yeah yeah." he nodded. "Off to go do your 'thing'. Whatever it is that you do, really." he shrugged and picked at his cuticle. "That I don't really know, apparently."

"I'll tell you everything later, I promise. I just have something important to do at the moment." I said, and picked up the jar, that was dropped during our 'fight'. Twirling the cloth around in my fingers, I looked back up at Harry.

"Oh, ok yeah... that's cool." He nodded, and his eyes drifted to the floor where my mask was laying. He bent down and picked it up. "I guess you'll uh, need this." He said with a a small smile, and handed it to me.

"Thanks, Har. And... thank you for understanding." I said, and he nodded.

"Uh huh, I'll need a few days to process it though. Gah, that's just so... wild." He licked his lips, and turned. "See ya 'round."

I gave a little wave. "See ya."

He nodded, and walked away. Once he was out of sight I let out a sigh, and slumped over.

"Who was that?" Deadpool asked and walked over.

"That's just my friend, Harry. Unfortunately, not a big fan of Spider-Man." I shook my head, and turned to him.

"Woah..." he said quietly.

"What?"

"You're real cute." He giggled. My fave immediately heated up, and I remembered that this was the first time he actually saw my face.

I scratched the back of my neck. "Hehe, th-thanks... I guess..." I said quietly. I cleared my throat and put my mask on. "Uh... so, uh... is Kitty out there?" I stuttered.

"Yeah. We're good to go whenever you are. Ok?" he grinned under his mask and held up a thumbs-up. After the whole ordeal with Harry, I had completely forgotten about what my original plan was.

"Oh, right..." I said, immediately not feeling up for more fighting. I was tired. I was hungry. I just wanted to collapse on my bed and watch some Star Wars or something.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"Oh, yeah yeah. I'm ok." I said, and gave a fake smile. I could tell he quickly saw through that.

"Sure." he said, his words laced with sarcasm. "Really, are you ok?"

I sighed and picked at some stray hairs on my mask. "I'll be fine. C'mon, let's get going." I said.

"You don't look fine. Not in the least. You look tired, and a bit pale."

"Gee, thanks." I said, and rolled my eyes.

"No, I'm serious. You don't look well. It's ok if you don't want to fight anymore today, we can go somewhere, get some food, and then get you home."

I bit on my bottom lip, and scraped my teeth along the dry skin. Come on Peter. You're Spider-Man. You don't take breaks. You're fine. Man up.

Half of me was wanting to push and keep going, but the other half of me wanted to go home.