If only (trans reader x Peter parker)

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The night had gone as quickly as it came. Peter and I went out for ice cream and climbed the Empire State Building, standing on the edge of the top was where he decided it would be his best idea to kiss me. I returned home, lost for words and a dorky grin on my face. "Woah woah woah, what's got you so happy? Where have you been?" Tony asked me the second I entered. "Date, Peter, Empire State." I said incoherently, smirking and sitting down. "English?" Steve asked. "Peter and I went out on a date, climbed the Empire State Building and he kissed me." I said, mumbling the last part. "He did what now?" Clint asked. "He...kissed me." I smiled, a red blush filling my cheeks. "Well done kid! You have the most active sex life out of all of us!" Nat smirked. I punched her shoulder.

"Gross." I replied, returning to my sit. "We're just about to watch a movie, you can go to your room." Tony said. "What movie?" I asked. "50 shades." He smirked. "I'll stick, what's it about?" I asked, completely oblivious. "It's a bdsm movie with a bunch of horn dog porno scenes." Nat replied bluntly. "I'm good on second thought." I said, running my neck and returning to my room. I sat down and started thinking. What is porn even like? Is it just two people doing stuff or like...what? My thoughts were interrupted by a very anxious vision. "What's up?" I asked. "You do realize I can hear your thoughts?" He replied. I blushed excruciatingly hard and nodded, retreating into the darkness of my room. I sat down in bed and watched a movie.

I fell asleep and woke up early the next morning, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. I sat down and rubbed my eyes when I heard a shift. "Hello?" I called out. "Hey y/n." Bruce smiled, walking towards me from the couch. "Why are you up?" He asked. "I have to get ready for school. You?" I asked. "Just got done wiping vision's memory." He replied. I blushed and turned away. "I'm kidding. I couldn't sleep, something is wrong with cap. He's hiding something." He said, sitting down. "Like what?" I asked. "I don't know, but whatever it is, it's something big." He replied. I nodded and drank my water. "Ok, I'm gonna go get ready." I smiled, walking into my room and feeling something cutting into me. I felt down my chest and realized I'd slept I'm my binder.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" I yelled, hurrying to remove it. There was a knock at my door just as I'd taken it off. "You alright in there kid?" Somebody yelled out. "Kind of?" I replied, walking into my bathroom. "I'm coming in." The person yelled. I heard my door click open and covered myself with a towel. "You alright?" Clint asked. "Yeah, I'm good." I smiled, turning to face him. "What happened?" He asked. "Nothing, I'm alright. I promise." I replied. "You're lying, I can tell. What's going on?" He asked, walking closer to me. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Kid what happened?" He asked. "I did a dumb thing, made a bad mistake. I'll be fine." I smiled, removing his hand. "You slept in your binder, didn't you?" He asked. I hesitated answering but eventually nodded.

"Kid." He paused. "How bad is it?" He asked, looking into my eyes. "I haven't seen the damage yet." I admitted. "I'll turn around, you check it out and let me know." He said, turning to face the other way. I removed the towel from my chest and felt tears and dysphoria circling my head. I let a few roll down and pulled the towel back on. "And?" He asked. "It's not that bad." I said, sniffling and wiping my tears away. Clint turned around and hugged me, trying not to be creepy. I hugged him back and sighed. "I'll go easy today. I promise." I said.  He nodded and let go. "Alright." He smiled, leaving without another word. I had a quick shower, ate and got ready for school, admittedly leaving earlier than usual.

I returned home after a torturous day of school, flash refused to leave me alone. I turned to my roots, witchcraft. I grabbed a few small jars from the science lab after class today, all I needed to count on was the tower having all the spices and herbs I needed. I grabbed a sliver of notebook paper from a notepad sitting on the bench top and wrote down "I need and want for flash Thompson to leave me alone and stop bullying me." I grabbed some silver thumbtacks from my cork board and put them in the jar, followed by the note, some ground cinnamon, torn basil and a small amount of ground ginger. I put in some violet petals and sealed the jar with white wax as I didn't have any black or blue. "What's that kiddo?" Tony asked. I turned around to face him. "Oh, it's nothing." I smiled.

"No, show me." He smiled, putting his hand out. I carefully placed the jar in the palm of his hand. "What is it? A science project?" He asked, inspecting the contents. "It's a spell jar, a protection jar. I used to have a lot but I left them behind when I moved in." I replied, taking the jar from him. "A spell jar? What are you, a witch?" He joked. I nodded. "Warlock actually is the correct term for a male wiccan who practices witchcraft and magick." I replied, holding the jar in my hand. "Do we have any loop screws? I need to put this on a chain." I asked. "In my workshop, come." He replied, walking down a hallway. I followed loosely behind him to his large workshop. "This is where we were that night with the big legionnaire fight." I said, looking around and recognizing the room. He nodded.

"This is where the magic happens." He smiled, running his fingers along the cool glass surfaces of his desk top. "So, about those loop screws?" I reminded. "Oh yeah, In here." He replied, searching through a small drawer. He handed me a small screw and watched as I screwed it into the cork top of the jar. "All good?" He asked. I nodded. "Thanks Mr Stark." I smiled, leaving and going to my room. I sat down at my desk and hooked the small jar onto a chain, clipping it to the belt hoops of my jeans. I sat down on my bed and started scrolling through TikTok. A knock came at my door. "Kid, get dressed. I need your help with something. Something big." Steve said, peeking through my door.