Locked Inside [Trans Peter Parker story]

chapter 36: first kisses

"Screwballed?!" Spidey shouted in anger and confusion as he wiped more paint off his suit. "Is 'Screwballed' even a proper adjective?"

"I wouldn't know, I dropped out English class, heh." Screwball snorted and walked closer to him. "But honestly, like English is the most boring subject EVER! I mean, why the hell would you want to learn more about the language that you already speak? It's so dumb. Actually, the whole idea of school is kinda dumb. All I need are my fans *and 3 million of them are watching by the way* to get me in life. Spidey I gotta ask, why don't you try and make money from this gig that you do. You're pretty famous already, and I'm sure very many people would pay millions of dollars to see what's under that gorgeous mask of yours..." She began to reach for his face, but Spidey grabbed her wrist mid-reach. Screwball let out a small yelp as he flipped her over, slamming her onto the roof top.

"Ok for one, can you SHUT THE HELL UP?! And two, this," he tugged at the bottom of his mask, "Stays. On. My. Face."

Screwball groaned and put her phone down. "Jeez, can't a guy take a damn joke?" She wearily sat up.

"Not after you completely RUINED my suit! Is this shit even going to wash out?"

She snorted. "Probably not."

"ARGH!!" Spidey clenched his fists and kicked at a pipe in anger, causing it to crunch. 

"Damn! For such a small guy you really are strong, and seem to have some anger issues to-MMPH!" she was cut off by a web shutting her up.

"God, I can't even hear myself think. Do you sit in a room and scream on a regular base to make your voice that scratchy and squeaky?" Spidey continued to try and wipe the neon pink from his lenses before it would dry, leaving him blind. "I gotta go before this stupid paint dries." he mumbled and hopped off the roof onto a lower one. 

He crawled in his apartment window, making sure no one saw him enter, and stripped off the suit. He then spent the next four hours trying to wash the paint off, and long story short, it didn't come off.

He was gonna need a new god damn suit.

And goddamn, he isn't a sewer! He got his suit from the host at the wrestling thing 6 months ago! 

Peter flopped on his bed and groaned. This stupid fucking 'Screwball' had just cost him his only suit, and now he was left with nothing. Not even a mask. He had some spare lenses however, and some red fabric.

"It'll have to do... I guess," he mumbled. Setting the materials down on his desk, he frowned. "Who the hell am I kidding? I have no idea how to do this..." 

Sighing, he opened Instagram, and went to hunt down some good memes, when he came across something interesting. On the Spider-Man tag, he found several people who had recreated his costume from scratch, and made their own. "Cosplayers, of course!" he shouted out loud, and slapped a hand to his forehead. "They'd totally know how to make the suit!"

A few DM's later, he got a response from a guy who was willing to helping out. Doing an internal victory dance, Peter excitedly responded. They then messaged back and forth of what materials to use, how to sew, how to make the lenses, etc. It was pretty humiliating to have a complete stranger know more about how to make his own suit than him, but a guy's gotta do what he's gotta do.

A solid five hours later, Peter had created a (pretty damn good) mask, and the base of his suit. He looked over his work and nodded.

May was working her night shift tonight, so he had the apartment all to himself. Doing what any loving boyfriend would do, he called up Wade and invited him over. Wade was ecstatic and had arrived in like three minutes.