It's Peter. - Trans!Peter Parker

Chapter Six

Peter POV

I stared in disbelief around my brand new room in the Avengers Tower. Mr. Stark had decided to have me stay there with all the rest of the Avengers, even though it wasn't technically legal per say. The lawyers or whatever didn't do anything though, because they would not win a guardianship fight against Tony Stark.

My new room was painted a red and gold color, probably Mr. Stark's idea. There was a personal bathroom complete with a bathtub that doubled as a hot tub. The Queen Sized bed was decorated with Iron Man pillows, blankets, and sheets. A bedside table sat next to the bed, an Iron Man lamp on it. A dresser painted to look all mechanical was on one of the walls, a bookshelf besides it, filled with books on science, math, and engineering.

"Good fit, don't ya' think?" Mr. Stark asked, leaning on the doorway. He smirked and nodded to a painting of him with the words "I AM IRON MAN" across the canvas. "You have brilliant taste in artwork."

"This is amazing Mr. Stark! But, um. Do you mind if I do a bit of redecorating?" I asked.

"Go at it kid. Lunch is in five," Mr. Stark said, walking down the hall. I started packing my clothes into my new dresser, mentally noting to repaint it.

I wandered to the kitchen, noticing certain details along the way, such as scratches on the walls, the buzzing of a fan in a room he passed, the smell of a scented candle floating down from the vents. I was still not 100% used to the whole... heightened senses thing. Sure, it's been almost a year, but every new experience comes with new feeling sensations.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw Captain America at the stove, and the metal arm guy leaning against the counter. I think I made a sort of noise of awe because they turned towards me.

"Hey, you're the kid Tony's taking in, right?" Captain America asked. He and Metal Arm nodded in hello.

"Yeah, I- I'm Peter. We saw each other at the airport. I'm Spiderman," I manage, still staring. This was one of the best days ever.

"You're Spiderman? But aren't you a little young for being a superhero?" asked a voice behind me, and I turned to see Natasha Romanoff, AKA Black Widow.

"I- um, no? I'm... strong and I can stick to things," I stuttered. I was meeting all my idols all at once.

People kept coming, all for lunch. I was getting overwhelmed, I didn't know what to do. Eventually, Mr. Stark came in, Miss Pepper by his side. He strolled in like he owned the place, which, I suppose he did.

"Hello everyone," he announced, and everyone rolled their eyes except me. In my eyes, Mr. Stark deserves as much respect as I can give him. He's saved the world countless times and he was all around awesome. And he had just kinda adopted me so that raises the respect bar to at least 1000.

"What do you want Stark," Black Widow asked, and I watched in amazement as the people I looked up to most in the world bicker with each other. I must have made a noise or something, because all of a sudden all eyes were on me.

Mr. Stark walked over to me, and said, "I assume you've all met my... er, Peter? He's going to be living with us for the foreseeable future."

I was having trouble breathing because 1) everyone is looking at me, and that is kinda nerve wracking, 2) the people who are staring at me are THE AVENGERS, and 3) Mr. Stark had said I would be staying here 'for the foreseeable future' but I didn't know if that was true. If he ever finds out I'm trans, he'll kick me out... Or hit me like what Rob did.

This eventually turned into an anxiety attack, which startled everyone there. Except Mr. Stark. While I was sitting on the ground gasping, clutching my ribs in pain (the binder was not helping the not-able-to-breathe case), Mr. Stark sat by my side and forced my hand on his chest.

"Peter, pay attention to me. My breathing, my voice," Mr. Stark said, and I looked at him, trying to match his breathing and focused on his voice, all of it rooting me back to earth and pulling me out of my brain. I eventually calmed down, and glanced at everyone around me.

"Uh, hi, I'm Peter. I'm Mr. Stark's Peter," I said, cringing at my awkwardness. This was going to be their first impression of me. A baby on the ground, weak enough he can't even breathe right.

"You said you were Spider-Man," Metal Arm guy (Bucky?) asked, and I nodded, Mr. Stark and I standing up.

"Wait, I dropped a loading doc on you?" Mr. Captain America exclaimed, and I shrugged.

"No hard feelings, you just wanted to save your boyfriend, right?" I said, and everyone stifled laughs. Mr. Bucky and Captain America shared a quick look, looking flustered.

"What?" I asked, and everyone started laughing.

"Bucky and Steve aren't dating," Black Widow laughed, and I felt the heat rise in my face.

"What? But... they were feeding each other food at the counter... And I'm pretty sure I saw Mr. Bucky kiss Captain America's cheek..." I stammered, my embarrassment making Mr. Stark chuckle.

"No, they're not dating," but then he said quieter, "But there is a $30 reward to the person who sees them making out first," Mr. Stark winked.

Captain America cleared his throat, "Call me Steve, there's no need for all that professional pazazz," he said, clearly changing the subject.

"Yeah, same here. It's just Bucky," Mr. Bucky said, and there were sounds of agreement from the group.

Except for Mr. Falcon. He said, "If you're taking recommendations, I want you to call me 'Sir Bird King the Awesome'," but grumbled, "nah, it's just Sam," when Miss Natasha glared at him.

"Uhm- yeah, thanks. I- I'm Peter... But I already said that," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"We never finished lunch!" Mr. Stark said suddenly, and I jumped at the loud noise. Everyone agreed, and went to the stove where eight pizza boxes had seemingly materialized. Mr. Stark beckoned him to join them, and he gladly complied, joining the Avengers in a pizza feast.