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*you see another one lands at the other side it looks familiar and the form of how it got there does too*

Skies above just show yourself. I'm more tired than mad at this point

#tony?#asks #or is it the haunted house im living in?

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Peter being fucky-wucky'd up by science and ending up in a female body and being touched for the first time?

Sorry for not seeing this earlier!!

It’s not entirely Dr. Bruce’s fault, truly. Peter had happily volunteered to be sandwiched between some of the greatest scientific minds of the generation before him. With Dr. Reed Richards, Dr. Bruce Banner, and Dr. Otto Octavius all taking care of him, there was no way that anything would go wrong, right?

Wrong. So, so wrong.

Turns out that Peter was bitten by a female spider. And that would normally be fine, if they hadn’t constantly pumped a chamber full of female pheromones to try and cause a male’s reaction when instead, the foreign pheromones just activated his own.

Forcing him through the most painful transition. His already small genitals— they never really grew more after he was bitten— feeling on fire, even hotter than the rest of his sweating body. He can’t help it, he starts tearing at his clothes, anything to relieve the heat before he’s forced to bang on the emergency stop button that is built into the pheromone chamber.

The brunette stumbles to the intercom, frantically pushing the button. “Mr. Banner?” He whimpers out, “I’m scared, everything is so hot.”

“That’s normal for male spiders, Peter. They usually eat their mates after breeding, you’re probably just experiencing symptoms from that.” Bruce’s voice rings clear throughout Peter’s sensitive ears, “Just try to hold on, only a minute left to go.”

Peter screams out in pain as he feels his chest light aflame, his heart feeling as if it’s bursting. He crumples onto the cold metal floor, screaming as he barely survives whatever is going through his body. At this point, his entire body is incinerating, slowly turning to ash.

But like a phoenix, he arises from the ash anew. Stumbling out of the machine the second the door slides open, clutching his chest that seems weirdly… bigger? But he doesn’t really care, can’t care because he’s free from that prison.

“Doctor Banner?” His voice sounds higher, more feminine but he chalks it up to the amount of pheromones he inhaled.

“Peter? Is that… you?” All three scientists are gathered around him, careful not to touch him.

“What? Of course it’s me.” There it is again, that feminine voice. Peter tries and fails to clear his voice before tucking his long brown hair behind his ear.

Wait, long hair? Peter doesn’t have long hair. He doesn’t even have medium hair. He stares horrified at the long, curly locks that now grace his head. “You guys gave me long hair?? What the fuck!”

“Peter… that’s not all that we apparently gave you.” Bruce is blushing, but staring directly at Peter’s crotch and Peter is shaking as he slowly looks down.

Large, voluptuous breasts block his view of his genitals, making him scream as he realizes the scientists were still staring. “D-Don’t look! What the fuck did you guys do to me!” Peter scrambles for his lab coat, still hanging beside the machine where he left it. Pulling it tight around his body to keep himself covered.

“Well, Peter,” Doctor Richards starts, finally averting his gaze, “You must have been, uh, bitten by a female spider, instead of a male like we thought. Unless the pheromones were just so strong that they completely overtook your masculine ones, but that’s practically imposssible. Most likely, you were bitten by a female and these pheromones activated your uh… latent feminine qualities.”

“They weren’t latent!! They were nonexistent, I was a man before this!!” Peter squawks indignantly, “What am I supposed to tell my gay boyfriend? ‘Hey babe, I know you only like dick, but guess what, I’m a woman now? Don’t know how to go back so I guess you’ll have to break up with me?’.” Peter can’t help but feel the rush of tears hit him, way quicker than they would have previously. Obviously his hormones were still adjusting from the pheromones, and it’s definitely not him because why would it be? Everything is the fault of these stupid fucking scientists that Peter trusted.

“Peter, everything will be all right. We just shove you back in there with male pheromones and you’ll be fixed.”

“Painlessly?”

“Well… no. If this was painful, then it will probably be worse going back.”

“Can you at least put me to sleep for it?” Peter begs.

“I suppose we could.” Bruce interrupts, “But we’ll need to find a medical person for that. Give us some time.”

“How long do you want me to live like this?” The spiderling cries, “I can’t live like this forever. I don’t even know if my boyfriend will stay with me.”

“Not long.” Bruce soothes him, finally placing a single hand on Peter’s shoulder, “Just a few weeks. Maybe two or three.”

“Two or three weeks?” Peter whispers quietly, “You promise?”

“Yes, Pete. I promise.”

[2 Hours Later]

It takes two hours for the scientists to clear Peter to leave. Two long, agonizing hours of not being able to text Bucky and tell him what happened. Two hours of being poked and prodded and measured… measured a lot. Specifically around his new breasts. Multiple times by every single scientist.

Needless to say when he finally made it back into his street clothes, he was relieved. But not for long as he hits the pavement, ready to walk back home to his place in Queens.

Peter hates walking down the street in his new body. Hates the way men suddenly paid attention to him, how many tried asking to take him out to lunch, grab coffee, get his number… and they really did not like taking no for an answer. It was scary when one guy tried to grab him by the wrist, pulling his arm so hard that if he wasn’t a super-hero, his arm would probably come out of its socket.

Peter was unable to save himself, his new body sensitive after the transformation that he couldn’t even peel the disgusting human’s fingers off him. Even as he struggled in the man’s grasp, nobody came to help him in the streets of Queens. Nobody even batted an eye as they passed him, further cementing just how many girls must feel this same terror in his head.

Why hadn’t this been his first concern? Getting home wasn’t even on his radar as an issue, but now trying to make his way back to the apartment he shares with Bucky, he sees the mistake he made.

As soon as the man currently holding his wrist loosens his grasp, Peter takes off, pulling his backpack closer to him as he dodges down a random alleyway.

He can figure out where he is later. For now he just wants to be off the dangerous street— and make a note to himself to start helping guide any college girls home.

Peter groans as his back hits the brick wall, finally losing the man that had chased him. “Fuck, what did I do to deserve this?” He grunts aloud, throwing his backpack into the opposite wall. “This is bullshit!”

He groans, looking down at his feminine body, crying a little as he shoves his hand into his pocket, pulling out his brand-new Starkphone. Peter doesn’t even bother to look at who he dials, just needing somebody, anybody would come get him. Save him. Fix him. Just… help him.

#idk who he calls #tony?#or maybe bucky?#marvel #starker #mcu #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #tony x peter #peter x bucky #bucky #peter parker x bucky barnes #bucky barnes #winter soldier #iron man #spiderman #genderswap #angst #idk man I'm gonna write a whole fic about this