Spider-Man Oneshots

My Overprotective Soulmate

Sup it's ya home boy Jayden it's my first oneshot in first person, please tell me if this is shit

"May? Mr. Stark? Could you two come sit down please? I... have something I wanna tell you two."

The perfect image of coming out, Aunt May and Mr. Stark came over and sat down across the coffee table from where I stood.

"Is something wrong, Penni?" I flinched softly at the name. Penelope Parker. AKA, my dead name. As they were about to find out.

"Guys, I... um... wow, I've never really thought about how really, start this conversation? I'm just gonna be direct, to the point. May, Mr. Stark, I'm trans. I use the pronouns he/him, and I prefer the name Peter."

Both of them silenced in front of me. To be honest, their silence terrified me. It felt like my stomach had jumped up and wrapped around my heart. My lower abdomen felt empty, and my heart felt coated in acid.

May spoke first.

"Penelope-"

"Peter." I softly corrected.

"No. No! Your name is Penelope Parker, you are a girl, and you will accept that and cut all this trans bullshit or you can consider yourself homeless already!"

My hands shook. This was one of my worst fears. May, or anyone, really, thinking I was just saying I was trans for attention or to make myself popular.

Then Mr. Stark softly spoke up. "Pen- Peter. If you're a boy, be a boy. Even if your aunt won't accept you, come and live with me. No matter who you are, Peter, I love you."

May's eyes widened, as did mine. Had Mr. Stark really just offered to let me live with him?

"No. Absolutely not. Penelope, you will be staying with me and you will stop making things up. There is no such thing as being transgender, God made you a girl and a girl you are."

"Absolutely not." Mr. Stark's response came quickly. "Many people use different pronouns than they were born with. Why, my very own best friend and s/o, Colonel Jamie Rhodes, identifies as non-binary. They/them. So, if you want to keep Peter here, then..." Mr. Stark raised his eyebrows and scanned May, as if taking in her entire essence before continuing, "then I'll see you in court."

May literally spat on me. It landed somewhere on my baggy black shirt. "I'm not going through an entire court battle for a fag. Keep the little bastard."

Mr. Stark took my hand asked me if there was anything in the apartment I'd like to take. I looked straight at my aunt and said, "nothing I can see right now." Then I scuttled into my room and grabbed my school back pack, swiping everything important off my desk, and my Spider-Man duffel.

When Tony had first asked me, before I came out to him, why I called myself Spider-Man, I panicked. I quickly, however came up with the excuse of, "a man is more imposing, more threatening."

I slung my back pack over one shoulder and gave my aunt an icy look as I left the apartment, hopefully forever.

(•^-^•)

I never talked about soulmates, did I? Everyone is born with black on them. That black spot, where ever it is, is where you soulmate will first touch you. Like, if you slapped your soulmate first, then their mark would be on their face, but yours wouldn't be your hand, because you touched them, they didn't touch you. That make sense?

Me, you ask? My spot is a handprint- right on my left breast. I hate my breasts, they suck, but it's been better since Mr. Stark bought me an arsenal of binders. So, as far as I know, the first thing my soulmate will do is grope me.