If only (trans reader x Peter parker)

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that night i waited. i knew the guard took extra precautions when we were awake, especially me since i'm a high risk for so much stuff. i took the chance and sat on my bed, thinking about my parents, peter, anything i knew would make me sad. i quietly started to sob, pulling my knees to my chest and placing my head down on them. for whatever reason, the guard liked to come down and comfort me when i was upset. it was...creepy. i knew i had a few minutes until he got down here so i had to work fast. i twisted the cold water tap on and attempted to splash water on my face. i turned it off with great struggle and sat back down, looking at the water on my shirt. "y/n. you should be asleep." a familiar voice rang. it certainly wasn't the guard...it almost sounded like... "nice to see you're doing alright." he smiled, walking closer. "steve?" i silently cried out. he reached in through the bars of the cell and hugged me as i sobbed.

"ohmygoditwasawfulicouldntbindmychestandtheyhadmeinashortsleevetopsotheycouldseemyscarsandmyhandswereputinthese-"    i sob-ranted. "y/n you're ok. we're getting you guys out of here." he smiled, pulling away. "how?" i asked, wiping my face. steve stood back and with all his might threw his shield at the lock. it bounced off and around the room, unlocking the cells until he caught it. "let's go, separate directions. everyone has one phone call to get your living arrangements sorted." steve said, walking us our cautiously. he got us into the quinjet as we took off. "i'll stay with peter but i don't remember may's number." i said. "that's why i brought your phone for you." steve replied from the cockpit. i walked over and with the help of sam, grabbed it, ringing may. it took a minute or two but she answered with a tiredly spoken "hello?" "hi may, its y/n." i said, sitting back down and holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder. "y/n honey is everything ok?" she asked, her voice seeming more alert. "yeah may i'm fine, how are you?" i asked.

"i'm alright honey. why are you ringing so late?" she asked. "oh, right. look may, i just needed to know if i could maybe stay with you guys until things clear up. tell peter that in exact and he'll know what i mean." i replied. "of course honey. i'm going back to bed but i'll leave a key under the doormat." she replied, i knew she was smiling with that warm and wholesome aunt may smile, you know the one. "ok, bye may." i smiled, dropping my phone beside me and using my nose to hang up. "ok that's enough, somebody has to get these things off me." i said, looking down at the glove-cuffs. "without the right tools, we can't. we'd have to get a plasma cutter." scott replied, walking over to inspect them closer. "or a flat screwdriver and something to hit said screwdriver with." he said, looking at the bottom. "what?" steve and i asked. "do we have one?" scott asked. "toolboxes on the wall." he replied questioningly. "you're going to use a screwdriver to break open the lock like a truck gas unit?" i asked.

"that's our best shot. and our fastest. "you guys don't need to worry about leaving me. i'm going with natasha and sam back to the facility temporarily and then we're moving around." steve said, turning the plane harshly. "jesus." i muttered, forcing myself back into my seat properly. scott returned with a screwdriver and a chisel. he stuck the screwdriver in the lock and wiggled it deeper. "watch it, it's getting tighter." i said, biting my lip. it was cutting off blood supply to my hands. "hurry scott." i said. he grabbed the chisel and with all the strength i didn't know he had, hit it into the lock. it broke the lock open and dug slightly into my hand, making a small cut. i groaned slightly and smiled before quickly making my face neutral. god i missed the feeling of blood falling down my arm. "come on, i've got clothes for you all." steve said, turning around and motioning to duffel bags. "y/n you didn't have many clothes so i gave you some of mine." he replied.

i nodded in gratitude and picked up a long sleeve black shirt, binder and jeans. i walked over into a corner and opened up my shirt, huddling over as i pulled my binder on. it was a look, the binder, short hair and prison pants. i pulled the shirt over my head but didn't change into my jeans yet. no way was i taking off my pants in front of these guys. i put the prison shirt into the bag and sat down, sighing and looking around before bucking my seatbelt and nodding off.