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Peter felt like shit. He’d been feeling like this for the last two ish weeks. He swung and did flips in the air, but had to stop when he felt nauseous. Since when did he get nauseous from swinging? He dropped onto the top of some random building. Peter shook his head, dizziness making him lose his balance. What was going on? He never lost his balance. He needed to sit down. He sat on the edge of the rooftop and looked around Manhattan. He missed the streets of Queens, but if it meant he could live with Harley, he didn’t care. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Peter stood up. He stayed still for a moment, checking if the nausea was coming back. When he didn’t feel like puking his guts out, he shot a web and leapt into the air. Peter chuckled as there were shouts of,
“Spider-Man!”
“Do a flip!”
“How does he do that?”
Peter spun onto the air and the crowd cheered. They were always so excited when he flipped. They never seemed to get tired of it or cease to be surprised. Some people were concerned for his safety, which made sense, but he had been doing this for years.
Peter reminded himself of the Saturday’s he would go and patrol in his hometown. He would visit May and see her smile and scold him about being careful. She would always tell him:
“Why don’t you bring Harley over sometime? I want to see him again.”
Peter would always respond with:
“I will! I just gotta get him to let me swing him over.”
He had once.
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(Start flashback)
“Peter! Oh my God! Fuck! Shit!” Harley screamed as he soared above the city. Neon lights assaulted his eyes as the ground became a blur.
“Harley, relax.”
“How can I relax when I could splat on the floor at any moment!” He could pretty much feel his boyfriend rolling his eyes under the suit.
“I’m getting tempted to drop you right now!” Peter was panting slightly and his body was sweaty. Swinging must be hard work. Harley let out another scream as Peter catapulted them away.
“Peter! I’m never ever doing this agAAAAIN!” He shrieked as they disappeared into the night.
(End flashback)
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Peter smiled at the memory and set off for his apartment. He was getting breathless after only three hours of patrol. Weird. Maybe he had just caught a bug. Even superheroes got sick sometimes. He zoomed over the city, making it blur into a bunch of fuzzy shapes and lights.
Peter gently shut the window and removed his mask. His dark brown hair stuck up in all different directions and there were bags under his eyes. He turned and pressed the spider emblem on his suit, sighing as the fabric slid off of his small frame.
“Hey there, Darlin.”
Peter turned and saw golden curls and blue eyes. Harley smiled as Peter’s face instantly brightened. He walked up to his boyfriend and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Hey, Harls.”
Peter rubbed his arms up Harley’s back. He had been feeling a little bit off when he was away from his partner for too long lately. Strong hands came around his side and a chin rested on top of his head.
“I get that you’re taller than me, okay? No need to rub it in.” Peter whispered gently. He pulled away and stepped over towards their bedroom. It was littered with clothes and gadgets here and there. Peter pulled out some fresh clothes from their closet and started to get changed. Suddenly, he really needed to pee. He hightailed to the toilet at full speed for the sixth time today. It must’ve been some bug to affect him like this. His entire body felt heavy. He was always tired and his back was killing him. Maybe all the swinging had caught up to him. Peter finished in the bathroom and began to get changed. Harley walked in just as Peter pulled his ‘I Survived My Trip to NYC’ top the rest of the way down his torso. They both slid under the covers and Harley became the big spoon. He whispered into Peter’s ear.
“How was patrol?”
Peter hadn’t done much. It had just been a few muggings and getting Hank the cat down from a tree, back into Sophie’s arms. She’d given him a soft pretzel in return, which he’d tried to say no to.
“Alright. Got a pretzel.” He murmured. Fatigue was pulling at him and he couldn’t stay awake for much longer. He let sleep take him and lost consciousness in his boyfriend’s arms as a kiss was pressed into his hair.
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Peter woke up to nausea setting deep inside his stomach. Getting up carefully to avoid jostling Harley, he raced to the bathroom. He retched over the toilet and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell. He rested his head on the lid of the toilet bowl, panting, and sighed. Wiping sweat off of his forehead, Peter felt a wave of emotions hit him like a tsunami.
“Oh my God. I’m so tired.” His arms sagged by his side as he sobbed into the toilet bowl. He was exhausted and he felt terrible and his legs were killing him and he was crying for no real reason and-
“Darlin?” Harley stood in the doorway, concern in his voice. “You okay?”
“Yeah, Harley, I’m-“ he threw up again before continuing weakly, “fine.”
Harley smirked. “Oh yeah,” his voice was dripping with sarcasm, “super fine.”
“I should be okay to go to work.” Peter pressed his hands onto his legs and shakily tried to stand up. Pins and needles ram through his joints as he moved them after they had fallen asleep. Harley looked sceptical.
“Peter, you can barely stand! Let alone work! Just take the day off.”
Peter really didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to have Mr Stark see him like this either, so:
“...fine.” It wouldn’t be too bad to take just one day off. Besides, it would be nice to have the house to himself for once. He started making a coffee for his boyfriend while he got ready, but the smell made him want to gag. What was that? He loved coffee. Especially the smell. Peter handed the portable mug to Harley and kissed him goodbye on the cheek, before watching him swiftly grab his bag and depart for Stark Industries. They both worked there and played important roles in the success of the company. Harley and Peter were both the heirs to SI, of course the latter was oblivious to that little piece of information. Peter suddenly felt the urge to pee again. He ran for the bathroom. Once he had finished, he walked up to his phone and googled his symptoms. There was a sharp intake of breath as Peter saw what came up as an answer.
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Peter was transgender. He didn’t really put it on display, but he was. Everyone close to him knew, as well as his old high school after Flash had found out and told everyone. Peter had really hated those three months when everyone would look at him, judging him until something else happened and they didn’t care anymore. He had been really grateful to MJ for snapping at anyone that even looked at him wrong. Ned had been by his side the entire time as well, so he was never truly alone. Now though, with this question on his mind, he really felt like he was.
Peter looked at the test in his shaking hands. The box he and Harls had gotten after they forgot to use a condom that one time still had a few left. He remembered the sheer panic they had both felt and then the relief when the test came back negative. Now, it was time for round two. Peter looked down and paled.
Two lines.