𝕊ℙ𝕀𝔻𝔼𝕐

Makeover

3rd Person POV

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, CLINT!" The spiderling boomed when he found himself staring at a reflection of a boy with rainbow curls.

"Language!"

"What happened, Kid?" Toy burst through the door and quickly made his way to the teen.

"Look at what the Birdbrain did to me." The boy growled.

"Why are you so certain it was Legolas? It could've been Bucky or Sam. They hate your gut since Civil War happened." The older man snickered at the boy's enraged face.

"Because those 2 shitheads are still webbed to the fucking kitchen counter after they tried to put peppermint in my chocolate milk." Peter said through gritted teeth.

"Lay off the cussing, Pete. And we'll figure something out with your hair. But right now, you need to head to school or you'll be late. I'll drop you off with the armor. "Tony stated and went out to prepare his kid's breakfast.

Peter on the other hand just grumbled and tried washing off the dye but to no avail. So he opted for the next best option.

Covering it up.

He didn't exactly feel like shaving his head.

Now fully dressed, rainbow hair fully covered, he made his way to the dining area, not forgetting to send a glare to the snickering Clint.

Timeskip

"Greetings, Mr. Parker. You're late. Again...Please come to school on time. You may take a seat." His substitute teacher, Mr. Kaldur, greeted him with a disapproving look. For the fourth time this week.

"I'm really sorry sir." Peter timidly whispered and made his way to the seat next to Ned.

"What's with the cap, dude?" The Guy in the Chair asked his best friend immediately while the vigilante settled in.

Peter began retelling the story to Ned, MJ commenting every now and again.

Their conversation was cut short, however, when a whiteboard marker landed between the two boys, startling them (and MJ, even if she doesn't show it).

"Mr. Parker, Mr. Leeds, Miss Jones. No talking when I'm talking. And Mr. Parker, please take that cap off. It is against the school dress-code, and if you'd rather go to detention, you will do as I say." He spoke calmly, accepting the white board the students passed back to him.

Peter gulped.

This would mean his classmates would see his hair and all its rainbow-ness...

His stomach dropped at the thought of that.

He quickly glanced around the room, noticing that most of his peers were already refocusing on the lesson.

Well, except Flash and his squad. They were just sending him mocking looks with a triumphant smirk.

"Mr. Parker! The cap!"

His classmates groaned when the class was interrupted yet again by Peter.

"Right, right. Sorry sir." the boy whispered.

He sighed.

Instead of only having Flash and his goon's attention on him, now he had all eyes on him.

He dejectedly reached up to his cap, tugging it off, letting his rainbow curls spring free.

The class was silent.

Until they started whispering to each other, eyeing Peter every now and again.

"Ha! Puny Penis Parker dyed his hair into a rainbow? You look like a fucking girl, dumbass." Flash laughed, his friends laughing along with him as the hype men. "Your clothing already looks like shit. Now paired with that hair? You look like a fucking moron! Why, are you gay? Is wittle Penis Parker gay?" Flashed crackled.