Avengers Oneshots

Peeking Out(random oneshot)

A/N: Inspired by Corbin. Thanks for the idea, pal.

I laid in the center of my bed, too stressed to do anything. Mr Loki wandered in and sat on the bed next to me.

"Hello, Spiderling, what's wrong?" Loki asked, petting my short, fluffy, light brown hair. I looked at him and smiled weakly at him.

"Mr Stark found my testosterone needles. I haven't taken any T-shots in over two weeks and I have cramps because my period started yesterday and Mr Stark is convinced that I'm doing drugs when I'm not and he has confiscated all of my T-shot bottles. He came really close to finding my binder when I was doing laundry. It's getting too hard to hide, he's gonna find out. I'm scared, Mr Loki." I whispered. Loki gave me a sympathetic look.

"If it helps, I can have the physical features of a woman and yet wear a binder like you do and we can do this together?" Loki brainstormed aloud, something he only did when he wanted me to help him think.

I nodded, sitting up slowly. "That'd be awesome, Mr Loki." I said, giving him my normal crooked smile. He wandered into my closet and dug up a binder, tossing it at me before stripping down to his boxers. I helped him put the binder on halfway before he did his magic, growing tits and making his dick disappear. I put the binder on him the rest of the way and tossed him a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans that normally help me pass as male. Loki cut off his hair so that it was a much shorter cut and combed it so that it was in wisps across his forehead and much messier.

I changed my tampon before we strutted out into the living room. Loki practically tackled the couch, diving for the remote control. Steve gave him a disapproving look from where he was with his two partners draped over him. I sat next in between the two different groups of people (because Loki considers himself a crowd because of the crazy amounts of arguments he has with himself), tense and trying not to seem like it.

//TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY DORMAMU, I'VE COME TO BARGAIN!!!//

The next day, I decided to head downstairs to work out with Loki(who was hardly used to the binder yet). We saw Steve and Bucky without shirts on and...my god...

Both of them had a lot of scars, including some very specific ones under their pecs...Steve and Bucky were both transmen???

"Hey, Steve, Bucky." I greeted them, trying to hide my excitement.

"Hi Peter." They said in unison, stopping. Loki put on a pair of ice skates and took to the ice after taking off his shirt and replacing it with a skin-tight tank top. I watched him silently, seeing the clips on the back of his binder through his shirt. I bit my lip.

"So...uh...Loki appears to be wearing a binder, I thought he was a shape-shifter?" asked Steve, rubbing his chest surgery scars.

"Yep." I said, trying not to accidentally out myself.

"'Ey, Steve, I remember when ya used to have asthma and wear one-a them. You were the absolute worst at breathin' with it on ya. Though t' be fair, I wore one too." Bucky laughed, patting his partner on the back.

I finally worked up the courage to take off my shirt and start actually doing my exercise. Bucky and Steve froze upon seeing my white binder.

"Pete? You're trans? Like us? Loki is the type of person that will wear a binder for fun, but you? I didn't see that coming." Steve asked, sitting next to where I was lifting weights. I put the weights down and looked at him.

"Don't tell Mr Stark. Do everything you can to keep Mr Stark from knowing. You can tell everyone else for all I care, but not Mr Stark." I whispered, feeling that nervous fluttery feeling in my stomach start acting up again. "I'll tell him myself, sir."

Steve and Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing exactly how hard it is to come out to someone who you don't know what their opinion is on transgender people. "We swear, we won't tell Tony. We're gonna tell Nat and Clint and maybe Bruce and inform FRIDAY that Tony isn't allowed to know that you're trans, okay, Peter?"

I nodded, tearing up. "I-I'm sorry that I'm crying, it's just it's that time of month again and Tony took away my T-shots." I sniffled.

"Oh, man, do we feel you..." Bucky said, cringing at the memories. "Remember when I was in Bucharest, Steve?"

"Yeah."

"I couldn't get my hands on testosterone or needles. When we fought Tony, I was on my period." Bucky hissed through his teeth. Steve and I breathed in sharply and made soft "oof" sounds after hearing that. "Anyway, I'm gonna go tell Nat and Clint and make Nat help me steal your T-shots back. Bye." Bucky said, disappearing into the vent above us.

*later that day*

Nat strutted into my room and dropped a plastic bag on my bed before planting a kiss on top of my head. "Here's your T-shot stuff, kid. There's also period supplies in there. Have fun."

"Thanks, Auntie Nat." I said, giving her a smile and a huge hug. She awkwardly patted my back and I let go, allowing her to leave the room. Clint peeked at me through the vent on the ceiling before sliding it open.

"Is now a good time to come out of the vent to you?" Clint asked, a slight smile decorating his face.

"Sure." I replied, making room for him to fall onto my bed from in the vent. 

Clint landed a perfect split on my bed, whisper-yelling: "Hi! I'm nonbinary, and yes, I came out of the vent." with a huge smile.

I applauded their performance, watching them take up a more comfortable position on my bed. "Bravo, nonbinary royalty!" I congratulated them.

"Thanks, kid. My advice on coming out is to just do it spontaneously and hope it turns out okay, and if it doesn't, simply go to your support team and let the fact settle in the mind of the human/humans you came out to." Clint said, smiling before ruffling my hair and jumping into another vent.

I made a determined face and marched into Tony's workshop, not bothering to put a shirt on before I left my room, so I was walking around in a binder and a pair of TARDIS sweatpants.

"Tony, I'm transgender."