If only (trans reader x Peter parker)

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⚠️ As per usual: the appropriate trigger warnings. This chapter will discuss drinking and smoking. Also as per usual, I will warn you before and after the paragraph in which these are discussed. ⚠️

I've also just realized that there has been at least a year passed, maybe even two so for the sake of normal interactions, y/n you are now 15.

"Oh no." Rocket said. "Where are they?" Steve questioned with urgency. "Answer the question!" Carol demanded. "The universe required correction. After that, the stones served no purpose, beyond temptation." Thanos replied, not making eye contact. "You murdered trillions!" Bruce said, pushing him to the ground wearing Hulk Buster armor. "You should be grateful." He replied, quickly being punched by Bruce. "Where are the Stones?" Natasha said, not having his shit. "Gone. Reduced to atoms." He replied, looking up. "You used them two days ago!" Bruce yelled. "I used the stones to destroy the stones. It nearly killed me. But the work is done. It always will. I am... inevitable." he smirked, sitting up a little more straight. "We have to tear this place apart, he-he-he has to be lying." Rhodey started. "My father is many things. A liar is not one of them." Nebula replied, disappointed. "Ah, thank you, daughter. Perhaps I treated you too harshly." He smiled. Nebula looked down in uncomfortable silence.

Thor's face filled with rage as he raised his hand to summon Stormbreaker, and before anyone could stop him, he sliced Thanos' head off. Thanos' limp body fell to the floor as Nebula wiped off some of the blood spatter. "What... What did you do?" rocket asked, shocked. Thor looks broken, realizing what he has done. "I went for the head." Thor slowly walks out of the shed, no real purpose in his steps.

Time skip because the movie never explained what happened after this.

⚠️ skip this paragraph if the above trigger warnings apply to you⚠️

Thor and carol went back to their respective countries. It was me, Tony, Rhodey, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Rocket and Nat all back at the facility. I knew Tony kept a stash of alcohol around here somewhere, knowing him he had a whole bar back here somewhere. I walked into the kitchen and started searching. "F.R.I.D.A.Y? Where does mr stark keep his bar?" I asked. "Under the faucet and sink. Everything is there and there is some in his office." She replied. "Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y." I smiled, opening up the cabinet and pulling out a few bottles of assorted things, whiskey, Malibu, some sort of mint flavored alcohol, I just grabbed whatever called to me. It was late at night, everyone was sleeping so I just had to keep quiet. I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the freezer as well before returning to my room. I remember drinking some of the mint and then all of the vodka. I woke up the next morning in a good amount of pain, everything was too bright and too loud and my head hurt.

I opened a small box I kept under my bed and pulled out a carton of cigarettes, pulling one out and taking it and my lighter over to my window. I smoked it before I walked out into the kitchen and got a glass of water. "Morning." Steve called, sitting at the bench. I winced silently, drinking the entire glass. "Morning." I replied, putting the empty glass down into the sink. "What happened to you?" He asked. "Nothing. I just didn't sleep much." I lied. "Mhm, hey nat, get in here!" He yelled. I winced harder, my head burning in pain. "You're hungover, when did you get time to drink?" He asked me. "I am not, either way I'm just gonna go back to my room and cry in silence." I lied, trying to escape. "Hold it, you stink. We're you smoking?" Nat asked, sniffing my shirt collar. "No I wasn't, can you guys just leave me alone?" I asked, trying to leave and go to my room. "You were, where the hell did you get smokes from?" Nat asked, grabbing my shoulder so I couldn't leave without a fight.
⚠️  from here on out it's just mentions

"None of your business, let me go!" I said, trying to get out of her grasp. "Steve go search his room." She nodded. "You can't do that!" I yelled. "Well we can. You're a minor and you don't own the space. Steve, go." Nat said, holding me back. "Don't! You don't have any good reason let me go!" I yelled, still trying to get out. "What is y/n yelling about?" Bruce asked, coming out from his room. "He's been smoking and he's hungover. He won't let us search his room." Nat said, holding me back while I continued to struggle. "Ok well first of all let him go before he hurts himself or you, and second of all he's right, you have no right to search through his stuff. If you really want to, take it to Tony." He said, walking over and making coffee. Nat let me go and I stumbled, locking my door with my phone and sitting on a bar stool. "Fine, I will." Nat said, walking off annoyed. "Are you binding?" Bruce asked quietly. I shook my head, I'd been taking a break this week.

"Ok, well I don't see the issue then. You're old enough to know the risks and frankly from a medical standpoint while it would be beneficial not to do any form of drugs, if you understand the risks and the issues it can cause then go ahead. I'm not gonna stop you." He said, getting up and coming to sit next to me. "You can't search his room. That's the long and short of it." Tony said, walking in with Nat. "Tony he's smoking and drinking! He's a kid!" She raised her voice. "Quit yelling all of you!" Steve yelled, causing a silence with all of us. "It's his choice. I'm sorry Natasha but I agree with Bruce and Tony. He knows what he's doing and he knows what can happen. It's his choice so you have to respect that." He said. I smiled a little, unlocking my room before getting up and walking to my room, Locking it once I was inside. I couldn't deal with their crap today.