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Generation Z

Ah, generation Z.

It's a beautiful thing, really. Think about it; Vine references, depressing jokes and dark humor, and we can't forget about our e-boys and e-girls.

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Peter Stark was eight years old when his mom (Pepper Potts-Stark) started to let him paint his nails different colors. He would do mixes of blues and purples or blacks and whites depending on his mood. Surprisingly, no one at school made fun of him, some even following in the young boy's footsteps.

At thirteen he started experimenting with makeup, always adding henna freckles to his cheeks and nose as well as a thin streak of eyeliner across his eyelids, hidden behind mascara. Was Pepper worried for her little boy? God no. She wanted him to be happy, and if wearing nail polish and makeup made him, so be it.

At fifteen Peter began dressing differently. His new wardrobe consisted mainly of black and white striped shirts, black or grey skinny jeans, dark humored t-shirts and lots of chain necklaces. Was Pepper worried now? Nope.

At sixteen Peter got his fist piercing, the standard earlobe posts. Getting face jewelry quickly came an obsession for the teen boy as his knowledge of them grew and his want for them skyrocketed. Soon, he got snakebites (bottom lip rings), a septum piercing and decked out his ears with multiple piercings in each.

At seventeen Peter came out as bisexual to his parents, automatically being accepted by them. Tony and Pepper loved him just the same, as all parents should.  He had gotten a boyfriend named Quentin Beck who went to the same high school.

And now at eighteen, Peter was finally himself. His aesthetic was on point, with his chipping black nail polish and chain necklaces. Everyone loved him for it.

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It was a normal Tuesday afternoon for Peter. He had just gotten home from school, dropping his back pack onto the kitchen floor. He rubbed tiredly at his face as he walked around, not noticing the new amount of people gathered in the common room. It was only when Tony called out to him that he finally took notice of the Avengers sitting on his couch.

"Peter! Come say hello to the team," the billionaire exclaimed, waving the eighteen year old over. Peter raised a trimmed eyebrow but went over anyways, leaning against the wall. He noticed the adults looking at him strangely, rolling his eyes.

"What?" he asked, startling some of them. "You know it's not nice to stare." Steve Rogers himself clear ed his throat awkwardly.

"Hello son. You must be Stark's kid," he said after a couple of seconds. Peter nodded slowly.

"That is correct," he replied. He began to mess with one of his lip rings, his tongue swirling around the black metal backing inside his mouth.

"Stark, you never told us your kid was emo," Clint said casually. "He looks dope as fuck!" Peter cracked a smile as Tony chuckled.

"I'm not necessarily emo- wait... well maybe. Most people call me what you define as an, "e-boy." I've always been like this," the younger boy explained.

"So. He's gay isn't he?" Steve blatantly asked out of nowhere. Tony was about to retort but Peter beat him to it, a scoff escaping his plump lips.

"You were so close, grandpa. I'm bisexual," he said matter-of-factly. Steve nodded straightly.

"That's... nice." Everyone sat in an awkward silence before Shuri (who was seated next to T'Challa) spoke up.

"How did you take down Captain America?" she asked, looking over to the eighteen year old. Peter smirked.

"I shot him in ze legs because his shield is le size of ze dinner plate," he responded. Shuri giggled, looking at T'Challa.

"This is my favorite American boy, brother. Can I keep him?"

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The next day Peter arrived at school, ready for the day. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, a black and white striped long sleeve and a band tee with his favorite chain necklaces and black converse. He had done his makeup that morning, applying lip plumper, eyeliner, freckles and mascara- the usual.

When he walked in the door, he was immediately greeted by Quentin. The older teen had wrapped his arms around Peter and swung him side to side, both of them laughing.

"Hi baby," Quentin cooed, kissing Peter's cheek. Said boy blushed madly, smacking his boyfriend on the arm playfully.

"Shush," he laughed. The two linked hands and walked down the hall, heading towards their lockers. But on the way, Peter saw Ned- his ex-best friend. The two had separated after a big fight when Peter had became popular around Midtown.

flashback

"Hey Ned!" sixteen year old Peter called out when he walked into school. He had seen his best friend run inside after making eye contact and he wanted to know why. Quickly spotting the bigger teen, he ran over and grabbed his shoulder, smiling.

"Go away, Peter," Ned sighed, turning to put in his locker combination. Peter frowned.

"What?" he asked. Ned rolled his eyes.

"Go have fun with your jock buddies," he mumbled, pulling the metal door to his locker open with a squeak.

"Ned-" Peter began to say but was cut off.

"Just shut up! Clearly you don't care about me anymore, so just fuck off and go to your new friends!" Ned shouted. Everyone in the hallway turned to watch the exchange of words between the two. Ned's face fell as he realized what he said, but what was done was done.

Tears welled in Peter's eyes, a few running down his cheek and making his mascara run. He sniffled, gripping the straps of his backpack.

"If that's how y-you really feel, then I g-guess this is goodbye," he whispered before walking off towards his other friends.

Ned stood in the hall, now alone, everyone staring at him with judgement. He wanted to hide in his locker and never come back out. Everyone knew that you don't make Peter Parker cry, and if you did you're a hell of a bad person.

end of flashback

Peter frowned to himself as he recalled the memories of their fight, but quickly brushed it off and gripped Quentin's hand a little harder as they passed him in the hall. Ned looked up with annoyance and fury in his eyes as he saw the couple.

Quentin growled at the gesture, ready to go over there and beat Ned to a pulp but Peter held him back, forcing him forwards.

"He's fine, Quentin," the younger teen whispered. The older shook his head.

"No it's not. He hurt you Peter, he deserves to get a little sense knocked into him!" he protested. Peter sighed, leaning his head on Quentin's shoulder as they walked.

"No one deserves pain, ever."

Later that day, lunch had just rolled around. Peter and Quentin sat down at the popular table, hand in hand. Flash smiled, waving.

"Sup Parker, Beck. Also Peter, I love the outfit today. It really goes well with your makeup," he complimented. Peter smiled in thanks.

MJ sat down next to Peter, each of them exchanging grins. You see, when Peter gained his popularity, MJ had still stuck by his side, unlike Ned. Therefore, she quickly became well liked by people and she was welcomed with open arms.

"Cole Sprouse is literal daddy material," Peter said as he took a bite of his berry salad. MJ nodded in agreement.

"I would have his kids," she added. The two friends laughed and took sips of their steaming tea. (hErE's. the moTherFucKing. tEa.)

"Wow. You're leaving me for Cole Sprouse?" Quentin asked woefully, his voice laced with mock hurt. "I feel attacked."

Peter grinned and kissed his boyfriend's cheek before laying his head on his shoulder.

"Not in a million years."

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