If only (trans reader x Peter parker)

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I sighed as I started washing up. 80 cupcakes for 4 kids, seems like a lot. It was ned's birthday coming up and with school coming, I figured I could kill two birds with one stone. I finished washing up and pulled the cupcakes from the oven, putting the baking trays on the stovetop. I took off my oven mitts, placing them down beside the baking trays and walked over to my room, entering and closing the new door tony had put up. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and made a list of stuff I needed for school. I stood up and walked to get dressed into some comfy clothes. I pulled off my sports bra and sighed, feeling my bandages tighten. I pulled a really oversized hoodie from my wardrobe and put it on, throwing on some black shorts also.

I walked out into the common room and pulled the hood over my hair. It needed to be cut again but I left it alone. I sat down and anxiously waited for them to arrive. Over the span of an hour, Peter and Ned had both arrived but MJ said she was being dragged to a family thing and would be here later. I walked them into my room and showed them the space that was my bedroom. "It's hUGE!" Ned said, his voice getting louder as he turned and looked around the room. "Yeah, its my own slice of heaven." I said, walking over to and flopping onto my bed. Ned walked over to my bookshelf and pulled out my shield case. I panicked, jumped up and grabbed it before he could open it. I slid it under my bed and turned to face him. "What's in that case?" He asked.

"It's my grandfathers steering wheel from his first car, a family heirloom." I said. He nodded and made a "ohhh" noise. "So peter, anything in here interest you?" I asked. "That palm scanner is catching my attention." He said, walking over to my armory's palm scanner. "Don't put your hand on it." I warned. "Why?" Ned asked. It was like babysitting detectives when you are a mass murderer. "If it detects the wrong handprint, it shoots you with an electrified net." I said, walking over to it and moving Peter's hand from the air in front of it. "What happens if you put your hand on it?" He asked. Oh fuck. Think of something, quick! "It's programmed to Mr.Stark's hand. It's like one of his 8 million suit prototypes." I said. They nodded and left it at that. "Y/n, are you an avenger?" Peter asked. "No, why?" I asked. "Because-" he started, emerging from the doors of my closet with my suit in his hands.

"This seems like that new superhero's suit." He said, holding it out so that everything on the suit was visible. "It's not mine, well it is but it's not what you think it is." I said. "It's a porno suit." Ned mumbled. I whipped around and chuckled, giving him a confused look. "No, it's not a porno suit. It's an old prototype for my superhero costume from ages ago, remember? Halloween 2017?" I asked peter. "Oh yeah! You tried so many before you got that colour combination." He said, handing me the suit. "I bet it still fits." Ned said. "I don't know, it's from when I could wear binders." I said. "When you could?" Peter asked. "I told you, I have to take it easy." I said, patting my bandages. He nodded. "Can you try it on? Please?" Ned asked. Should I just tell him? "Ok fine, you caught my lie." I sighed. "You're an avenger? Oh my god!" Ned screeched, his voice cracking. "SHHHH!" I said, putting my finger to my lips. "You're an avenger?" He whispered.

"Yeah, I mean, nobody is meant to know yet." I said, fiddling with the long sleeves of my hoodie. "Please! I have to see that suit on you now." Peter and Ned chimed. I sighed and took it from Peter's hands, walking over to the palm scanner and opening my weaponry. I pulled my knives, swords and stars from the closet, grabbing my mask too and walking to my bathroom. I put on the suit and accessories and walked out. "Damn!" Ned smiled, his cheeks going a little red. I turned around and spun across the room and into peter. We fell on top of each other and I chuckled. "Sorry." I smiled, picking myself up. "It is you." He mumbled, pulling himself up too.